Paid my dues!

We’ve been through hell.
Literary, through the devil’s court.
I saw him, dining with his chiefs.
I saw them playing orchestras.
I saw them dancing. we saw them singing.

But, what do I care. I move swiftly through his courts.
No shiver. Not a single quake. we did not quiver.

Because, I know, that He that dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the Shadow of the Almighty.

For Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world.

For I care no darn what he plans on the other side. As long as I Have no deal with him, the devil, I got no bills to pay.

Jesus Christ, paid my dues. He paid it all!


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Peace

I know of a Language that is very rare,

I know of a Word that is Tranquil,

Yet,

Nations go to war because of it, they kill their brothers to obtain it.

Their children aren’t out of this quest. They massacre the flesh of these fresh bodies, pull their parents to the streets and make them pay for those untamed playing the chess game, using us as pawns…

Treaties are signed. Boundaries are merged. Covenants are made. But yet it all screams the blood of our sons and daughters born, yet to be born and though some may be unknown, yet they are our bloods shed on the streets to Freedom.

Drum beats are heard. Yet from afar my heart beat because of the bloods shed in search of this word, this language, this five letter word written on my five fingers soaked in the blood of these humans, a fleshy being like you… Even if, not for the sake of being humans seeking for freedom, at least it should be far from what we thought could earn us this word. This Language… Called Peace.

I Stand For Peace, no matter the odds, i shall speak this Language called Peace because my forefathers spoke the same language!

Shalom!

SCENT

Oh, it comes
So fresh and tender
Like the morning breeze of hope
Like the tickling laughter of a new born
Saturating the hearts of those spell bound
By it’s cute and brightened face

Here, it comes
The scent of a new dawn
The scent of a new beginning
Like the sparkles of love within
Like the butterflies tickling the belly
So fresh and tender
Mild and honest
The scent of a New Life.

Oh, how beautiful
The scent sent to us
From above
A sign of hope
A sign of strength
That one day we will breath in
A scent of Life, a new beginning.


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AMBASSADOR

They say broken brush can not paint.They say shattered glass are useless. They say broken dreams cannot be amended.

But,

For how Long, Lord. For how Long will I continue to remain like this, be like this, live like this or should i die like this?

Lord, where are you?

A while ago I was born. Born of the Holy spirit and given to humans. And like a lamb who knows his days are numbered, I gave my all to you.

It wasn’t easy. I tried to be accepted wholly like a screw driven through a perfect bolt. I tried to be punctuated like the books I was given to read.

I failed. I failed to get their attention like the blue eyed white body peacock who saw some tourists. I failed to ride with their horses, seat at their banquet, or walk in their vineyard.

I was challenged. My faith was queried. My Hope was tortured. My belief was shaken. I was tempted and Lost.

I started to doubt my existence. Where is my Maker, he who sent me on this errand. Where is he who said he will be with me to the ends of the earth. Does he now slumber or sleeps. Is he not the protector of Isreal as I have heard.

I lost everything; my sense of humor. My taste for goodness. My love for Him waxed cold.

But, I never gave up Hope because I know that someday Grace will propose to me.

Years later into the Field, I was given leaders, men and women who understands that nothing goes for nothing and that to all reason there is a season. You know, like Rice and salad for Christmas, Beans and Bole for good days, Garri and Salt for some days. Fasting for weekdays and prayer for Each days.

They lead me well. Took care of me. Broke every pieces of Unjust and Unholiness. Took me to places, show me the efficacy of the Word and made me Know Him more.

And it came again. I was told am too local to be a Christian. A Christ like specie, subduer over evil. I was told I dressed uncivilized, unmodernized and not lively.

I was called A Fool. Stupid. Worthless. And good for nothing.

I cried my eyelids to darkness. My heartbeat gave me chest ache. I was beaten. So beaten that I can’t realise my face each time I come close to the mirror.

I told God. He said this. When the world calls you a fool, you are. When they say you are stupid, you are. When they say you are worthless, you are.

That you are Fool; Favoured Orchestrated by Optimism and A legal descendant of the most high.

That you are Stupid; A Soldier Talented Undisputed Peculiar Intelligent and Devoted.

That you are worthless; in the hands of the devil, yes, you are.

I never knew that my father was teaching me how to Live A Simple Life.

That Just the Way an Eagle can never be a Hen, or An Ostrich be a Duck that I should not conform to the standards of this world.

And just as they have their own dictionary, I should make use of mine because i am an AMBASSADOR of the most high, who came to show what the kingdom of God is Like, Here on Earth.

Because with God, Those broken brush still paint. Those shattered glasses gives out rainbow colours. Those broken dreams can still be amended.

Ask Joseph, Moses, Sarah, Esther, Gideon and I. You will see that ‘Nothing is too Impossible for God to do’

Don’t Forget what you are made of. You are an Ambassador of The Most High.

Always remember that.

Shalom!

EMOJI.

Has it ever happened to you?
I doubt you will understand how it feels.

I was happy when you came around
Alas I can express my emotions and feelings easily without building a sky scraper of words to do that.

It was wonderful, you know. To have the feeling of someone’s feelings through the web. It was terrific. Scintillating. It was great. I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed life vividly. I Cared less of what I would say if anything goes wrong. Why? I have you to explain my world to them. So, I was at peace knowing that you could convey my utmost desire to the one am charting with.

Till it happened.

At first, I never thought you would lie to me. I mean, I never lied to you. I never used you wrongly. So, why would they use you wrongly. Why would you conspire with them to deceive me. Why would you agree with them to make me feel the opposite of their intention.

I never believed them at first, you know. After what we’ve been through. The smiling face, the crying face, the happy face, the sad face, the oh my word! How could you?

You are now worthless. You conspire to lie. You pass across what they never meant. You say what they never want to say. You now allow them to use you wrongly when they are supposed to use you rightly.

When they are sad, they tell you to say happy. When they are crying, they tell you to say laughing. When they are dying inside, they tell you to say living the life. When they are not busy, they tell you to say tired.

All these is what you now do.

Can I blame you less? Maybe.

I think I should blame them. They aren’t faithful enough to keep it real. They use you wrongly and now, I can’t understand them anymore because they use you more than they use their heart.

I Love you emoji. I love the emotions you display. I love using you to express my real desires.

But

How am I sure you will not allow them tell me they are alive when they are dead!

You see, those smiling faces, those thumbs up are actually bittered hearts and thumbs down. If not, what will it take of them if they should build the sky scraper of words just to show you how they actually feel.

No! They won’t.

Why? They are keeping it real when actually they are living it fake.

You know, in this space we are all real and nobody’s fake. But how many of us would post a picture of us crying or sad as a profile picture.

None!

And we still keeping it real?

Nah, that’s fake!

Risen

He’s risen, Hallelujah.

The chains have been broken, shattered and melted into an armour. What was once lost is now found, embraced and cherished. Never to let go.

The stains have been washed. The guilt is gone. No more pain. No more hatred for self. No more shame. All for His sake.

Depression is gone. Suicidal thoughts flees. For He said it is finished and He meant it.

I’m new me now. Cleansed and glowing. Loved and happy. Never have I felt this way. Never have I thought this way. All for His sake. It is finished He said.

I’m victorious. All for His sake. He’s the reason I’m free.

He’s risen, Hallelujah.

Cry

People suffer, People die

People cry, people sob

Sorrow comes like a wind from one side with an unknown source

Like a stray bullet seeking for blood

Black nor white nor grey is no choice

Just the home is important.

People seek , nothing found

People ask, curiosity awakens

Like a child who had a nightmare

Seeking for his mothers arms

In Darkened corners of walls

To feel secured , Rest assured of a soldier

A warrior whose weapon is nearby.

The old live , the young die

A leader is Lost, The world cry

No More Legacy, No more ecstasy

Cards on the table, players at edges

The Coach is watching, Time is racing

Like the slow fast tick tick echoes of stalactites waging war against the earth!

Forever Peace will reign In return of Sanity, hoping for that great Day, when all will listen, not to the lions roar, but to the cricket’s sound in the dark.

I Hope, I Pray , I Act. Not for the Day, but for the Time!

The manifestation abounds!


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It is Time


Its time

Time to get serious,

Time to get matured,

Time to accept that ‘Time’ itself is a Factor!

Its time

Time to embrace change,

Time to embrace Responsibilities,

Time to embrace that ‘Time’ itself is a Traveller!

Its time,

Time to seek,

Time to Ask,

Time to knock on the door because ‘Time’ itself is a Ghost!


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