Evolve

Man.
Lord of the earth, unknowing.
Born Heroes; living victims.
Black Panthers scared shitless.
Superintendents gone puny.
Sad.

Man.
So primitive. So common. Like dirt.
As is the sunrise.
Aye, it doesn’t make him, nor the sunrise,
Any less a miracle; any less a beauty.
But then…

Man.
“Ye are Gods,” I heard Him say.
Creators, made He you.
But it’s sad.
You only live as pawns on a chessboard.
And you die like mere scum of the earth.
Who knew the hashtag was truth, after all.
Men are scum, indeed.

Man.
Oh, man.
Pity! PITY!
I mean, you share a last name with Deity!
With Yahweh Himself!
Oh, that you knew thyself!
And, that, to thy sweet self, you be true.

Man.
Do not your dreams whisper to you
The destiny of your race?
Do not your superheroes, your folklores, your movies
Point towards mastery?
And power?
And love?

Man.
Does not your genius, your spirit
Nudge you ever so silently
To rule from the top of the rainbow?
To conquer the sky you’ve agreed is your limit?

Who has deceived you?
Oh, man!
“Evolve, man!
Evolve!”
Eternity screams.
Immortality beckons.

But no. You’ll read this poem, this call,
And just move on.
Sadly.
Oh!
Man!

Nonso John
© 2019

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Barren Mother

I have an empty well of a belly.
My womb has known nothing but dying blood all my living years.
I have thought of no one but myself,
Fed no one but myself,
Placed no one before myself,
How do I have a womb except it was made to bear another, and yet
I have no idea what it means to pour a part of myself into another.
“A breast feeding mother?”
That’s a foreign name to me.
“A bread winning father?”
Who dares call me?
I am my own hero,
My own salt,
My own light in a shady place,
Come with me and I’ll lead you into the darkness.
I’d snuff the life out of my light because I do not want to share it.
I’m an evil already happening,
A menace waiting to be uncovered.
My tactics are new everyday
Yet my mind is old.
I am a dirty, dirty soul with a clogged up heart and a rigid body.

This is why I have come before the Rock of Ages,
Before The fire that purifies without consuming to ashes.
My tears produce more salt now than I have ever thought to produce.
I do not know when I ever took lessons from the ocean
But my ill will like waves come crushing over me.
I am caught up in my own dirt web,
Spun in my own fear.
I have come to you as a barren womb in need for a child.
I was born to be mother, now may I know a child?
I have come as a fruitless tree in its season.
As hungry fire,
I’m desperate.
As a docile branch,
I submit.
I accept defeat.
Let your rains fall on this arid land again, Lord.
I admit nothing was ever my own;
As I am left with nothing now I am reminded where I come from.
Give me one child, Yahweh ‘tis All I ask.
Surprise the quick-to-conclude with Your quick-to-deliver.
Let them know when their calling-me-barren tongues call me mother,
Let them know from every side of the flipping coin earth,
That You make the Barren Mother.

Adaobi Chiemelu
(c) 2018

Penspeak 2017: The Definition

There are so many ways to tell this story, but looking back now, I am so glad I lived it.

When a man meets a good idea, he knows he is set for a world of benefits but when a man meets a God idea, he knows, it will only take God to accomplish it. Penspeak was borne for the writer and his audience, a time to experience the sweet romance between words and the message they carry, between the dexterity of the pen and the Spirit from which it flows. It is a time envisioned to cause a definite change to birth something new or revive what is dying; One stage, One mic, One Spirit and for those glorious hours, nothing else matters but the truth and it sure does set one free.

Every year it has been a blessing to the team and the audience of Nsukka to see what God can do with what an untrained mind would call “mere words”, yet again in less than a month we are yet to experience much more, inexplicably more what God is set to wrought through this massive vision. To say in specific words what one could expect is to belittle the awe, God is preparing for the expectant heart, so I am going to just say this…

Keep your eyes and ears peeled for details
Cause they are coming…

And when they do, be kind enough to tell a friend, any friend

Because one thing is certain
There is no way any one would leave that hall without a specific blessing

Grace.

#Definition2017
#Penspeak2017

When you smile

When you smile, you say I’m happy
The reason may remain unknown
But the joy is clearly shown

When you smile, you say I trust you
And what an encouragement it is too
To know that someone believes in you

When you smile, you say I love you
Three little words that stand as one
Powerful enough to touch any heart

When you smile, you say thank you
One appreciation they say
Goes a mighty long way

When you smile, you say I’m grateful
I might not be where I hoped to be
But I’m sure not where I used to be

When you smile, you say I understand
Sometimes a burden could be made easy
If only someone would care to listen

When you smile, that’s what makes the difference
If you’re still wondering what reasons you have more or less
Look again and let you smile lighten someone’s darkness

Sometimes all a smile could be is a friendly hello
Sometimes it could mean even more
‘Cause there’s no telling to how much a smile is worth

SPEAK to SAVE

Telling people about Jesus is the Best thing that can happen to anyone. The more you delay serving the Lord, the more you are slowing down and running away from God’s blessings. The thing is the more the delay, you are not only slowing yourself down, but you are slowing other people down too. These are the people you are supposed to be telling about Jesus.
Literally, you are slowing down the growth and prosperity of these chain people because you haven’t told them,so they can’t tell others. What are you waiting for? Do you know that the more you tell people about him, the more you understand him. Begin to tell people about Jesus. Don’t be selfish about it. He saved you and wants to save others. One soul means a lot to Jesus. Do not hide that soul from Jesus by not speaking to that soul.
By GRACE ENO-OBONG EGBO-EGBO