Don’t be the seized, rather, be the one to seize and at that every opportunity you see.
Phillipa Oraegbu
Tag: One
REFLECTIONS
Life they say is full of risks
But I say more risky is this…
A life without God
We meet people everyday
Some good some bad
But all have come to play a role
Value the people in your space
For one day they will leave you
Or you will leave them
Live a life of purpose
Because after you are long gone
Your works will speak for you
Forgive others for their mistakes
You are a work in progress too
For no one is perfect
Put a smile on your face today
Don’t wait till all your teeth are fallen
For challenges come and go
Ajegbomogun Olufunke
©2021
201020
A boy stared with sightless eyes at the starless sky
The smile across his neck would be pretty if it wasn’t bloodshot…
Like one of the many bristles of the brush, his head held ink, dark and red, ready to paint you a picture.
Of what dead hopes taste like on the tongue of hearts tired from trying
Just this morning his eyes held a song,
His knees said a prayer.
Someone lied to him, said there was salvation in the dead fingers of a nation’s anthem.
Told him to keep faith in the green-white-green textile
He came out with a song, just this morning…
So now the boy gazes.
Undead eyes pregnant with horror.
There are missing pages in his story. Hungers never spoken.
And today, we offer paltry libations of honor, to the heroes whose mangled bodies paint our history.
St.Davnique™️
©2021
“WHAT I WANT”
“Today, I just want to be quiet
To be quiet enough to hear the sound of Father’s footsteps
Footsteps that assure me I’m not alone.
Today, I want to be quiet enough
Quiet enough to hear God’s whispers
Whispers that resonate peace
Peace within my gates and prosperity in my palaces
I just want to be quiet today
Today, I desire to distance myself from noises within and without
Without which pleasing sounds are audible
Audible enough to be felt even by my skin.
Today, I want to be quiet
Doing just one thing
Listening.”
PearlyThoughtz
© 2021
Faithful and Holy
First created as dust, with the gene of him who failed, I looked at myself as worthless and the least of righteous like, even if I tried my best to be the “most righteous” it was like a filthy rags.
I gave up!
But before I was through, He tapped me and said He’ll rather be the One to give up His life just so I can be recreated no longer by dust but by Breath(The Spirit)
And He did.
On the cross He whispered “It is Finished”
So there! I was created a new being and Gene, no longer traced to dust but now to The One who recreated me.
So when the devil tried to deceive me telling me I’m not worth it and good enough,
He tapped me to remind me; and all I could hear was:
Faithful, Holy.
Zoe Ziva
(C) 2021
Not Perfect, Worthy
I’m human.
Trust me, I am.
I wear my pants one leg at a time.
And, believe it or not.
I cry. I fall. Yes, I even fart.
Ew.
Sometimes I feel worthless.
Like collateral damage. Expendable.
But, come on. All said and done.
We all know an Old Shot’s a Nigger.
Once every day; twice on Sundays.
Barbarians and Predators
See them threaten to Terminate us.
But as imperfect as we are,
Our God don’t use no erasers.
Perfection is not me.
I’ve never claimed it.
But He who called me?
Come on. Dude’s on Fleek.
Faithful. Holy.
Nonso John
(C) 2021
What do I have in my hand?
Exodus 4:2, 17
“And the LORD said unto him, What is that in thine hand? And he said, A rod.
And thou shalt take this rod in thine hand, wherewith thou shalt do signs.”
Me? Like, you mean, I?
I mean, I’m looking around me
And no one else is here.
It looks like you’re talking to…
Oh. It’s me you’re-? Okay.
What do I have in my hand?
Okay, let’s see. Errrm.
Wait. Do you mean like hand-hand,
Or do you mean it, like, figuratively?
Because, see ehn… Oh sorry.
See ehn, I have a pen, but I also have a…
Wait. Am I saying this right?
Because a part of me thinks
That you probably mean what do-
Oh. You mean like in my hand
– Like physically? Okay
Well, it’s a pen. And it’s blunt.
Sorry, of course a pen is not a pencil.
It cannot – errmm – cannot be blunt.
Or maybe blunt also means… Well…
I mean that it doesn’t write
Hahaha – hmm. Sorry.
I swear the laugh was a reflex.
I thought that you said it’s enough.
And somehow it sounded funny and-
Oh. You mean it’s- you mean it’s enough?
Sorry, what exactly is it enough for?
Oh my God! God is talking to me!
What a – what a – wait. Hold on.
This feels normal all of a sudden.
What a normal thing it is.
A God, talking to another God.
Yes, Sorry sir. You were talking.
So, my pen. Right.
You said it was enough for –
Sorry, for what again?
For signs?
Of course, who didn’t know that.
Pens are for nothing if not for
For signatures and putting down th-
Oh, not that? But you said-
Oh, you mean “Wonders.”
I wonder what You mean.
How could a pen – I mean – I bought
It from Malam’s shop oh. I just thought –
Just thought I should tell you.
Oh, you already knew that.
Of course. You’re God.
Silly me. Lol. Sorry. Wait. Is that a sin?
Saying Lol at God? Oh it’s not?
Oh well, I didn’t know. Lol.
So, you’re saying with this old thing,
This blunt little blue pen
That I’m going to – sorry repeat that part.
Right. I’m going to bring the world-
Wait. Did you mean the entire world or-
Oh, okay. The entire world, you say.
Is going to come down to its knees
In worship to the Almighty.
Hahaha. Lol. This one sweet me ehn!
Sorry. We’re being serious.
It’s not like I don’t believe you oh.
Okay, maybe a part of me doesn’t.
But – ah! – but even you check am na.
It looks too – Oh. You know, abi?
Oh, you’ll help me. Ha!
Well, if you say so.
you, from Heaven, say so.
Then, I guess I agree with you.
Amen oh.
Amen.
Nonso John
©2021
Listen
Listen
It’s easy to talk,
They talk and talk,
Till no one listens,
Thinking its madness,
Talking off point,
Without reasoning and compiling,
Repeating words sequentially.
Listen more talk less.
A speech of many words,
Words are lost, sin is present,
Wisdom and knowledge limited.
Don’t talk! Not because you can’t
But because in listening you learn,
And store up words for later.
When you talk you talk wisdom,
They’ll love listening to you.
Charles Young
©2021
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