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Shadow And Night

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The evil one
May boast of his allies
The Shadow and the dead Night
And its weak slave,  death. 

But, oh! how I laugh at his insanity
For maybe he has forgotten
Whose son and blood I belong to
I am a child of the Almighty.
An heir of the living I Am THAT I Am.

Satan, no matter the thickness
Of your darkness and your pretentious fortress, 
The flamming fire of God
In me, will pierce and burn
Your heart, your bones and eyes
Like the sharpest blade of all the Angels. 

We, the children of God
The sons like Jesus Christ
Are never afraid of your dirge and phantoms and fears and illness
“For “He” who is in us is greater than ‘he’ in this little world. “

– Ugwu David C. 
(c) 2020

CAP Monthly E-Magazine // March 2020 (Free Download)

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FREE DOWNLOAD

In this edition of the CAPMonthly E-Magazine we discuss vastly on the topic of love. Our guest, Mr Muyiwa Olarewaju talks on this topic and shares some personal stories and anecdotes that will boost your day.

You can get your free download here and you can also share with your friends. Be sure to share with us your questions, concerns and what you look forward to in the next month’s publication.

God bless.

LET'S DRAW A LINE

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hear,
if I’m Elijah
let there be fire
not failure
as Baal’s seers

if you’re Moses
lead us through the seas
not drown
as Pharaoh’s chariots

and
if we’re God’s
let’s be extraordinary
as gods

I mean,
let there be a drawn line
here.

– Josh’ Oloyede Oluwafemi
© 2020

Worth

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What’s a life worth?
Birth, mirth, and death
At best?

What are dreams for?
Fuel to fight, run, and soar
To empty summit?

What will wealth bring?
Fame, friends, and bling
Things fading, dying?

Where then, is worth?
Beyond means, dreams, and death
Infinite Life, God.

– Ikenna Nwachukwu
(c) 2020

Air Born

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It’s always so scary before it’s not
Malaria was once a world most deadly but now it’s not
Every time
We seem to lose sight of how much we have in our pot like trying to count every thyme

How do we neglect victories like this?
Power like this?
God cooking in our hearts just to beat our imaginations

New diseases much stronger than the old are just preludes to show that God has no limitations.

So I’m relaxed

I heard Corona might spread to every state but I don’t live there
I live in a Power state of mind

I was told yesterday that this my confidence will soon wane, “come on watch the news and hear it now and again”
But I get easily bored
I mean, to me this guy and headache are just the same

I cured a waist pain yesterday
Tummy ache the day before
That’s how kings do
So why would I be bothered about coronation today?

Let your mind wield a fearless gear
Let them know that there are some fearless here

And like David who didn’t flinch at a 10-foot giant
My faith is air Bourne

I am already infected
Spirit filled
You can’t tell what I’ll heal next when I swirl the power resting within

I’m air born

ucTRUTH
(c) 2020

Closed Lids

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When we close our eyes, we open them elsewhere.
When we close our eyes here, we open them there
When we close our eyes, we never really stop seeing
But a day will come when our eyes will see beyond closed lids

– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2020

KING-SIZED

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Get an old basket.
Patch with hay, so it leaks no water.
Then fill with straw to its brim.
Soft woolen sheets go next.
Cotton spread over it all.

Next, situate this in a stable.
Where horses neigh their lullabies
And the sweet smell of cattle-dung
Fills the air.

Congratulations.
You just made a King-sized bed.
But what’s a King-sized bed
Without The King in it?

Merry Christmas.

– ‘NONSO JOHN
(c) 2019