THE CHOSEN REVIEW: THE WEDDING GIFT


What exactly is so special about weddings?

Is it the attendant dining and wining coupled with the merriment characteristic of such events? Or the joyous ambience accompanied with noise or perhaps the likelihood of seeing new faces who are gorgeously dressed for the occasion makes the whole idea of this celebration so fascinating?

No matter our opinion about weddings, you would agree with me that it is one of the happiest moments in the couple’s life.

No doubt Mary the mother of Jesus, played by Vanessa Benavente, was definitely excited about the wedding she had been invited to by her best friend. We see the glow in her face as she arrives at the wedding venue.


Another guest who had been invited was Jesus, Mary’s son and you can be sure he took his friends along for the event. Is that not typical of some of us? At the feast, there was something different about this ordinary guest who had been invited as time would later tell.


Just at the time the wedding was getting interesting, a mishap occurred. This was something that would bring shame and humiliation for the couple and their families, more daunting was the fact that it was going to leave an indelible imprint upon a supposed glorious day.

In such a situation you would do anything to avert such a heavy cloud of disgrace on yourself, and of course, the solution for averting such catastrophe would be the best wedding gift anyone could ever give to you! And indeed it was for this couple. You would want to see their reaction.


In this same episode, Peter receives a call. This ordinarily should be fine for a bachelor who only had to look after himself but how do you explain this when you are a family man with mouths to feed? How do you tell your wife that you are leaving your source of income to follow a man you just met to a destination shrouded in mystery? What reaction should we expect from every wife? Is this call a gift or a burden?


Episode 5 of The Chosen’s Season 1 tells us how we can share in other peoples joy as well as their pains through the simple act of giving.

Watch Season 1 of The Chosen from their app here.

Please read our review of The Chosen’s S1 Ep4: The Rock On Which It is Built.

THE CHOSEN REVIEW: THE ROCK ON WHICH IT IS BUILT

Desperate times calls for desperate measures and this is the situation Peter finds himself; owing taxes and defaulting on the deal he made with Quintus, the Roman Praetor. However, the toughest challenge is telling his wife, Eden, about his present situation. “Maybe God will get your attention now!” These are the words Eden tells Peter as tears run down her cheeks.

But how did he get here? How did he put himself in a mess only God can pull him out from? Will he be able to save his house and family, how will he pay his taxes? Don’t ask me; watch this 48-minute packed episode!

The series of events in this episode builds up to the beginning of Jesus’s ministry; the miracle of the fish and selection of Jesus’ core disciples. Andrew is shown running with a burst of excitement to tell Peter that he has seen the Messiah; the man they have been praying for but he (Peter) is unbothered and has lost his faith in God. The only thing on his mind is settling their debts.

Peter sets out to the sea, troubled, and with no hope, he needs a miracle and he is desperately counting on it. With no fish caught, Peter and his friends head to the shore where they meet Jesus. The moment he tells Peter to cast his net, Peter explains the ordeal he faced all through the night but Jesus did not flinch, so he cast his net and he couldn’t believe his eyes! (Yes, no spoilers).

Peter, a man who needed a miracle to save himself, got one of the most referenced and talked about miracles when all hope was lost.

Do you find yourself in a similar situation, don’t fret, God is still in the business of doing miracles!

PS: The miracle of the miracle of the fish is one behind-the-scenes video you should watch. You can find it on The Chosen App here.

Please read our review of The Chosen’s Ep 3: Jesus Loves The Little Children.

Dear Black Child

Dear black child, You will heal
Heal from the scars buried 6 feet
Deep within the pores of your skin
Wounds that festered on your emotions
And shattered your heart into a million pieces
Now your heart is nothing but a broken glass
Learning how to reflect your wholeness
The image of a girl that once loved

Centuries from now,
When the dust is shaped from your bones,
History will tell a tale of courage,
Of a woman who pulled her weight,
Against the odds clawed around her neck,
How from ashes and burning embers
Built an Empire with and sweat,

Your bones will be a blueprint,
A speck of dust igniting generations,
A gene of women who don’t bend to raging winds,
History will tell a tale of a Woman,
A Warrior emerging from within you,
How you faced your fears,
And became a woman emerging,
An open letter when they unearth you,

A testament of weathering storms,
Taking down giants with your love,
You are a promise of resurrection,
Reminding them that red sea parted in your views,
And when you whispered your last breath,
The night spoke the language of love,
Living blueprints in our heart,

Dear Black child,
You are a miracle folded in the form of a woman,
A woman becoming, learning the intricate language of love,
You were born for this sort of heavy lifting,
You were born a part saint, a part warrior,
And you have emerged the Genesis
Of a new breed of women,
A linkage of goddesses

Dear black child,
You are a goddess,
An ancient scripture,
A prophecy lies in your heartbeat,
This revelation is nestled in your palms;
Truly, greatness lies in your loins!
Live it! Breathe it!


Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2021.

RENEW 2

Listen
Your heart beats a melody
Listen
The world rejoices in novelty
Listen
You are here by another’s will
Listen
The Word is how you navigate this
Listen

You must be thirsty.
What drink would you love?
Water of life is always a great choice!
We live in the feelings of these little choices.
Live by choice.

Leave by choice
Regrets and bitterness in past 31
Lift by choice
Your spirits heights above where Jews lie
Leafy choices
Can be lost in this wind so hold tight
Newness is your guest today
Make the best of it

Dance!
When you can and can’t
You deserve presence,
Gift yourself the present of you
Now is a good time to live.
So dance, teach time to
Breathe, see, listen and feel
Make it wait on you.

St. Davnique
Godswill Ezeonyeka
©2020

RENEW


Let your hair down
Breathe
You’ve come this far
See
This is not destination
Listen
But home is where you are
Feel
The moon takes us through another 31
Live

Begin by breath.
One. Two.
Exhale the stress, excess, excuses.
Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.

The journey of a thousand miles
One step
The expectation of many lives
One thought
This is reset if you don’t clone it
Welcome to another opportunity
Crown it

Continue by Sight.
Lashes up and it’s a new day!
We are always at the start of things
And it’s okay.

And now that I have you here,
Can you hear?
Can we sit and lock hearts?
Rest a while on my chest
I will do same.
We are simply different patterns from a cloth.
Our roads have led us here.
Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.

St. Davnique
Godswill Ezeonyeka
©2020

If All Were Medicine

IF ALL WERE MEDICINE

If all were medicine
Jehova Rapha would’ve retired
and left his theatre for vaccine

but
all weren’t about men’s abilities:

For all doctors had her contact, yet
her flow was as a pool –
the woman with blood issue.
but when to the Rabbi’s hem touched
the river ceased
and to her, received wholeness

If all were medicine
His stripes would be no more but useless
and thirty-nine lashes in vain

but
all weren’t about men’s discoveries

For Lazarus was ill
three days being buried to death
yet on the fourth, the man of Galilee cried
there in loud voice, he raised the dead
“loose him, let him go”

If all were medicine
there won’t be miracle
in the name of Yeshua…

But all weren’t medicine,
let’s shout “Jesus
and we’re healed!

Josh Oluwafemi Oloyede
©2020

“Stay hydrated”

“Drink water and mind your business”
The beautiful river of my motherland
Now seems like a wasteland of hopelessness
My business, now more popular than bitcoin

I’m sorry if these waters taste like disappointment
But I won’t apologise for wanting more
I’ve been called worse than Oliver Twist
I’ve had five men in my bed, yes
I own my past, so stop slut shaming

I’ve had five men in my bed,
They all left with a piece of me
Now I live with Shame, our relationship is complicated
At least he’s better than Lust with his flowery words
Who took my innocence and a piece of my heart

Lust was better than Anger,
He sent my family packing
Anger was better than Desperation,
He stripped me of my sanity
Desperation sent me into the arms of Worthlessness

But we just didn’t last
I’d rather not talk about Self Deprecation
As pretentious as anyone with two first names
So I’m sorry the rivers of my motherland
Do not seem to be enough

I was content in my discontentment
Till I met him
As comely as the dew of the morning
His face bright as the sun
And his eyes stripped me of all my layers

When he spoke to me, I felt beautiful
He gave me water from the wells of His being
Then He asked me to bring Shame
And everyone else who’d made my business theirs
So I ran into town screaming

“Drink! Drink!! For out of my belly now flows, rivers of living water!!!”

Miracle Ifechukwu
(c) 2020

Trojan

I do not have a face to sink a thousand ships
Nor a jealous lover the size of Greece
But I came bearing a gift
the penultimate one

A two edged sword and fancy words
Add a message from Jehovah
Those were the parts of my trojan horse

I do not have a face to sink a thousand ships
Nor a jealous lover the size of Greece
But a slice to the gut and the king lay dead
A message from Jehovah I had delivered

You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
They’d all said
But this time they were wrong.

Miracle Ifechukwu
(c) 2020