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SERVING ON EAGLE'S WINGS

It’s funny, how much seems to come to life, when you sit back and observe people and things for a while. You never quite get to witness how life unfolds when you’re busy trying to make major ends meet. It’s understandable though, that’s just how the cookie crumbles these days. The hours of the day are filled with “busy bodies”, clogged minds trying to generate ideas while at the same time create solutions for problems that seem to be cropping up quicker than them. Life is a continuous evolution; not much appears to be the same. Though amidst the unending amendments it causes us to make, I still repeatedly find myself asking these questions, who I’m I? Why I’m I here? Where I’m I going? Sometimes I think I have the answer to these questions, though as life unfolds I then realize, only God has the answers. He will continually remind me who I am in Him. Even then, if I fall prey to trying too hard to be someone else, the reflection I get from His mirror of who I am defies all els...

GROW TO GLOW

 Photography by 'Man de Man' Photography I’d like you to stop for a minute and take this journey into the confines of a lady I met called Miss ‘Super Woman’ . I call her so for lack of a better way to describe the way in which she can balance everything she has got to do AND STILL look ‘sweet 16’. At exactly 5:30 am, the alarm goes off. For the next half an hour, there’s a deep intimacy shared between her and her lover-the Father up above. I’m still learning to embrace femininity; that is, spending hours under the sprinkles of a hot rejuvenating shower, singing in or out of tune depending on how your voice opts to sound that morning. I’m a natural honey- make ups, face ups, pamper ups are nowhere in my morning schedule. But Miss Super Woman ... like Esther in the bible probably has a regime she religiously follows to ensure no spots nor blemish appear on her face. Her body; well refined for sure with her style carefully outlining every asset. Mark you, she manages ...

DEAD DIGNITY

Image by: Man de Man Photography   I sing a lonely song to the moonlight The only closest company I may ever have tonight I hum to the echoes of the winds that blow Composing a symphony only I will ever know, Or will anybody else hear it? Give me the chance to obtain my biggest profit A currency paid in form of a listening ear If ever I have the capability to renounce this great fear   I am just a girl, A girl yearning to be free Mine me out from societal detriments, and simply let me be The girl that I know I want to see Will never be so until you let me be   Papa, Oh Papa If the moon is to turn over to face the day How I wish I’d have a road map to guide as I run away Away from the shackles of an undesired earthly eternity To please a society that makes merry from impunity My hands and feet you view as currency You glare at the sight of apples dangling down a tree Ripe and sweet for your remedy Punishing me to be lowe...

TOO MUCH

  Why is it so easy to say I’m fine? Hardly do you ever think about it, Effortlessly, it slides from between your lips. Especially, When all that lies around you is witness to the total opposite. Seasons really never last forever, There are those when the party just won’t stop Then others when silence invades, the kind like pin drop. A silence to kill or a silence to heal, A silence that kills, echoes various unheard voices, Screaming piercingly on the inside... The result... is a temporary brain freeze. Silence that heals fabricates unheard melodies, Calm, gentle that are soothing to the soul. I then wonder and it dawns... this is just too much Or is it?   Do I fear too much? Do I care too much? Do I worry too much? Do I question too much? Do I think too much? Do I foresee too much? Do I trust so much? And if I do, will I hurt, just a little too much? Do I wonder too much? Do I give too much? Do I expect too much? Have I love...

IF MY HEART COULD SPEAK: The Benediction

My pastor once mentioned something that has stuck with me to date: “Let God’s word be your First counsel and Final authority" . The word of God is known and proven over again to be the greatest tool one could ever use to get through whatever circumstance and situation. It tells us how to live, what to believe and guides you on how to walk the rest of your journey while you recover. I urge you to delve into it and seek the treasures for your soul. The bible is a free mining ground with so much for you to take for yourself. What you take with you is what you should focus on daily, for that will always keep you steady and confident in the new you. It will guide you and you will know which way to go. Find out what it says about your current situation and be sure after every other kind of wisdom received from elsewhere, to have its instructions as your final action in obedience. Below are a few suggested scriptures to help and encourage you as you rebuild yourself into someth...

IF MY HEART COULD SPEAK: Put Me Back Together!

Recovery is not an instant act at all-whether physically or emotionally: anyone who has been through this kind of tragedy or can relate with it will tell you that they had to be deliberate about some things before they were able to stand on their two feet emotionally, spiritually, mentally and sometimes physically. 1)    Let it all out I’m the kind that would tell you... just be! Scream, shout and let it all out as a famous song would say. Crying has never meant that one is weak and that is something each individual, both male and female should understand. Compression of emotions doesn’t mean strength either. I believe in being true to you and better still, being vulnerable before God. There is indeed a time for everything, a time to rejoice and a time to mourn. This may just be that time... and it’s valid. Whether alone, or with a few genuine people who play the role of sticking closer than a brother, dear friend... just be! If David in all his royalty was able to find ...

IF MY HEART COULD SPEAK: The Interpretation

There are those who get into their relationships maturely. They have a vision on what they want to achieve and when getting in, somewhat from background research and consultation know what their input ought to be in order for it work. It is sad though when one realizes that they are not vibrating on the same frequency with their significant other. Their differences seem to be screaming louder than their similarities and on realization of the broken chain for the flow of love, they opt to avoid mending it and walk away having found another play ground that seems more secure to play on. Mark you I say play on because, if the person that walked away was mature enough to create a solution together to try and fix the breakage, then it wouldn’t appear as a play ground but a garden where due to the watering of both parties, the grass remains green. The temptation of going to greener pasture because your grass is not watered can be overcome, because you are working together and are not op...

IF MY HEART COULD SPEAK: The Pieces

While the darkness settles and part of the world lays its head to rest, there   may be a few who may just burn the midnight oil, buried in their journals or sitting by a corner, full of a void that seems to be occupying their hearts at large. On one side of the earth lay a young man. Giving thanks he is closed in for society depicts that “ Real men don’t cry.” Though this time round he cares less that he is breaking the rules, for his heart chooses to be unrestrained. There’s a brokenness that desires to burst out from within and with no restrictions it seems to cause the heart to tear apart and let it come out naturally through the tears, the wailing and the mourning. Out comes the release, the once held back mixture of several emotions intertwined too intimately to be detached from each other. They are rolled up into one big ball and settled right at the core of the heart. It was easy to compress them with a little bit of hope that things would eventually work out just...