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PUSH

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There’s a target to hit
If you want to be free,
A spiritual architecture must respond, with a scream, and a leap
From the impact of your
Goozo…goozo kapapa diya mandiya
Hold unto thy pistol
While you rain down
Fire and brimstone,

Soldier, if you want to write an epistle for your generation to read
Somebody will have to bleed,
Bruise the head of that Ancient serpent, and he would flee

Or

Do you want to plead?
For the advantage Christ has bought you already?

My friend PUSH!

Push until something happens,
Else you go guzoro for too long!
Kabash…ratata indica
That’s how to run through a troop and leap over a wall

Thou hast encamped around those mountains for too long
It is a time for shift
It is a time for speed
It is a time for showers

Sounds of abundance of rain
Ikipopo Kandi ka
Launch thy missiles
We’re not missing sides

Kadosh…kadosh is on our side

Ebubechi
© 2026

The Secret To Happiness

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“The secret to happiness
Is low expectations”
That’s how we’re told to lead our lives.

But what of promises that echo through time?
Words of a Father so sublime,
He speaks of hope, of riches untold,
Of life in Him, which never grows old
Of plans and futures yet unseen,
Of Heaven, golden and green,
Of peace and love through trials and strife,
And after all, eternal life….

Steven Kator Iorfa
©2026

Woman

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Woman!

A Special Specie carefully crafted of the Crafter.
Different kind of the same, bone of a bone yet complete in entirety, as we replicated skeletons when Adam took his nap.
Created with love and compassion as a vital ingredient, One whose seed will continually trample on the head of the serpent.

Wife!

Complements, nurtures, supports, submits strengthens. With the ability to build, grow, hold, and develop.
A warrior whose weapons physical swords cannot comprehend, a friend, one who is willing to stand till the end.

Mother!

A sacrificial being, willing to lay down her life so her youngling can live
A home many are eager to run to
A builder, impacting principles to the generation next, leaving legacies for the world today see.

A fruit bearing tree,
A warrior whose sight frightens the enemy, as she constantly stands as a watch for her family.

A prolific woman, wife and mother
Standing firmly on the virtues of proverbs 31
Blessed is everyone that comes in her contact, at work, at home, in church, for the favour she Carries flows through her to everyone, and no one is left unloved, no, not one.

Mother!

Fathers Confidant
A plus to the body of Christ

The world may bring different definitions of who a mother is, but we find the true definition when we look at you, for you represent THE Truth, JESUS CHRIST!

Mother!
Beyond the title, its the whisper of God to the Holy Spirit saying “Mould Her”
For it takes a special strength and training to be you.

See the Sons you’ve raised.
See the legacies you’ve made.


If there’s a time to celebrate you, then it’ll be today, yesterday, tomorrow and forever!

Happy Mothers’ Day!

Zoe Ziva.
©2023

Response

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Cursive, no thieves, just leaves, viva la valedictorian
Verily voting for venom,
Victims inclusive of some who had heard of him
Ofcourse
Vocal for Jesus like voting or venting
The vast invitations have vogued him
Visions of Vashti vroom through my vexing
But all I visit is the invincible
Vote it over all the visible
Vexing never vindicated alone

Eyes stay above from thought to tone
Violent verbal confession
No thieving touches the one will say
“I am more than Victorious”

Niel Quchi
© 2023

Wishes of Yesterday

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Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
Events dreamed about now realized
All is not perfect, but all is well
More grounds to take, more prayers to make.

Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
As the old leaves fall, new ones erupt
And there’s hope for a fallen tree
If the roots remain, it’s life it will regain.

Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
A living being is better than a dead king
He may stagger, wobble and fall
But if he keeps living, he’ll soon be winning..

Ebisike Amarachi
© 2023

Rise from the Dust

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Love, I need you to rise from the dust.
You might not have the best words,
But I need you to speak
You wouldn’t move mountains with your thoughts.

Love, I need you to give that warmth
You might not be the best fit
But I need you to try
You wouldn’t feed with folded arms.

I need you to feel – again.
Feel the compassion that runs through My veins.
Since you are a child of me,
You’d see men as I do with the eyes of Mercy.

I need you to see – again.
Walk this path, it’s yours
Don’t forget who is always beside you,
Don’t forget who has always held your hands,
Don’t forget whose love has taught you,
Don’t forget whose words have kept you.

Love, I need you to be – again,
I need you to rise from the dust.

Jahzrhythm
© 2023

Behold

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Jesus
Behold the Lamb of God
Worthy of ethereal praise
Holy, ordained Lord and Christ


Jesus
Behold eternity’s main character
The cause our curse no longer cost us
Resurrected, returning husbandman


Jesus
Behold the word of God
Presented in perfect reflection
The image of the living God


– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2022

Gethsemane

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The garden reminds me of him

Bowed down, he bore weights too heavy before they ever landed. My Lord knew the battle was fierce to fight and he would not let me suffer. No, he would do the fighting. If this price had to be paid, then he would do the paying.

The garden reminds me of him

The Lord of glory had need for help. Every minute brought him closer and every gesture was a prayer. He that was everyone’s everything had no one’s nothing to journey with him. Alone he must go. A lone seed to be sown.

The garden reminds me of him

Before the curtain fell on sin’s final payment.  Before ever a drop of blood hit the floor. Before stripes parted his skin and men killed the one that healed them. The garden bore witness to my Lord’s humanity. The garden bore witness to this man’s divinity.

The garden reminds me of him

Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022