Tag: Miracle

Son God

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Blood
The sea of molten mortality rivers it’s way through thousands of arteries
And not in vain…
Although, the resulting could still be an exercise in vanity.
Come with me.
To the records of slain fathers
—Sullied and grown mothers
Without which
The next generation would be a lil low on the first stitch
Long before Nine
Think Abel
Increasing the right volume
We need God’s labels
To open the right bottle

Bone of my Bones
The hard part isn’t amputation but definition
—doctored derision
Because it was when I stopped asking about Rahab
And started asking folks about Eve—then I discovered
You spent three nights in another Adam’s Eden.
The joke’s dry now but it swam with the seamen
I clock way different from when I trusted feelings
Deductions only add up when divide God’s stories
No flaws on this
He is how we win though
Stay with me—

Muscles are for shrugs
To squeeze in extra goodwill amidst a hug
With only one strategy —spin the block
Because strength is not what wins battles
Strategy, time and chance still argue
Yet if a man can pray
God is not deaf, or indifferent
Think with me

Skin and flesh
Gram of meat
Inflated instances of sentient parchment
Animated beyond the animalistic
Forgetful of every moment before we first recognize our names
Breathe with me

In time,
We are introduced to Life
To taste it and handle it
To speak it and be led by it
In time, every heart can read the plan
And by an offer to upgrade to premium
The mortal mist becomes a dead man
He must return to draw first blood
if he will become a son of God.

Dialysis in the Spirit
And then one by one
Miracle by miracle
A son is given

A child is born

Godzniel
©2026

Mobile Pharmacy

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He has a complete pharmacy,
Unlike the fancy stores
Across your streets and
Mine with those fancy billboards
In front,
On it could be
crested
bills pharmacy,
where you go most times
And they tell you we don’t
Have Combantrine

We’ve got oral drip though,
So much for an immobile
Medicine store,
Expect disappointments
Once….once,
Next time it could be
Lumefantrine who took
A month leave,
Man’s ways leaves around
So many loopholes

It’s  fair to admit
 man’s methods
Can’t make anyone
Completely Whole,
That’s the exact reason
CHRIST came in
Form of man,
That by his stripes
We’re made whole
Complete and without deep holes

God is a mobile pharmacy
He came in form of man
We didn’t fancy,
Went about healing people
Of all kinds of infirmities
Not for once did CHRIST say
I’ve got no miracle for a
Leprous man and many others,
Rather he laid hands on
Men and got rid of their diseases.

God is a mobile pharmacy
In him there’s no SOLUTION
Lacking,
While the doctors cure
He heals and makes
Whole completely,
God is a mobile pharmacy
In him comes all emergency
And of course they get their
Required attention.

Ebubechi
© 2023

THE CHOSEN REVIEW: THE WEDDING GIFT

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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