Friday, September 8, 2017

Count Down


Three: I’m not sure about the definition of reality.

I once heard first-born is a synonym for responsibilities but my immediate elder sister is a carefree-goddess. The only world she recognizes is the one in her head. Growing together enabled me to understand the relationship between the sun and the other planet – everything revolves around her.

I also learned last-born kids are often pampered. They get away with anything but I am actually not sure to what extent. I breastfed my immediate younger brother till he was one year old while I was in high school. I had to take up part-time weekend jobs to cater for his basic needs. Tomorrow he turns 7

Two: At what point is water thicker than blood?

We are not fatherless if that’s what you thought. My friend calls her dad superman. I have two dads yet I play the character of wonder woman having to shoulder the responsibilities of my mother. It sometimes appears I am father less.

Step dad offered to take care of my siblings and I. Relief right? I was the only one who accepted his offer. He is soft spoken, generous, devout and easy going. Everytime I hear him say I still love you; I never succeed in holding back my tears. The weight of each drop exceeds the blood of my biological dad.

One: The crossroad when right becomes wrong.

What do I see when I look into the mirror? Strong, independent and bluntly naïve lady who hardly ever breaks a sweat. My reflection is karma.  My life would have passed for a reincarnation but I am alive as well as my loving mother. Initially I could not understand how my uncle could be mother’s brother and her son as well.

Grand dad passed on the eve of my uncle’s 7th birthday, thanks to my mother. I remember the footnote she added on my 21st birthday card

…every seven year is an opportunity for perfection, a time to make every wrong, right…

I went over to my biological dad’s place to be the first to wish my brother a happy birthday on the morrow and most importantly to make the right thing wrong unknowing to anyone.

11:58pm, I woke daddy from his deep slumber on the very same couch of my dilema. His eyes opened as though he was going to breathe his last. When I told him I forgave him and like step dad would say in a very gentle tone; and I still love you; tears streaked down his eyes like a baby.


Courage may not always be courageous but I’ve seen how it transformed the heart of a fully formed man and most importantly, me. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Scented Roses
















Growing up as a child, one of the cherished moments was walking home in the evening.
The cool breeze bearing gently the fragrance of the scented flower within our premises
It saturates the street and your nostrils with every step that takes you closer and closer home.
With no words spoken, it oozes tons of unreserved affection to everyone around
No pride nor prejudice – old, young, male, female, dark or light skinned; it’s gracious to all
Varying seasons - Rain, Cold, Dry or Hot, their fragrance is always very reliable.

Thinking about it simply brings a smile to my face even through the years.
Loving without holding back, giving so much when having little or nothing
Your friendship is as a clear as Crystal Sea and refreshing as the desert oasis

You’ve earned the medal to be christened the field of scented roses…

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

iROAR


From the moment He noticed my first limb movement
I saw the excitement in Father’s eyes as He rejoiced over me
Sooner, I was on trial’s journey taking several strides at dawn
Leaving me at the brink to the other side, He bade me come
Halted by the angry waves, the cloud of night fall became heavy and fell
At the dead of the flood, I heard the lullaby from untamed beasts
My bones rattled yet Father remained calm as still waters
Propelled by my fear I raced towards him across the river
I quivered under his legs but He pushed me out with His paw
He told me to raise my heads like His, as we made our way to the Pride
We kept the same routine for months until He told me to go on my own
I was even too scared to refuse but He told me He will be watching
At the brink of the river, I saw a pack of wolves staring at me
I looked around for Father but He was out of sight
Unaware my fears were actually afraid of me, I scrambled off like a deer
I felt them closing up on me until suddenly, I heard Father roared
They faded like when the wind decides to gatecrash into dusts party
I asked Father how a mere shout brought about their sync with thin air
He said, “The Lion of the Tribe of Judah has prevailed”

Then I realized the scepter cannot depart from my lineage. 
I’m born to rule; not to be ruled. As the Lion’s whelp, 
no one dare arouses me even when lying down. 
I am fearless and so I ROAR.

El-ec-tric-city










Attention! This is high tension, do not be at ease.

Think there is no God?
You just decked the fool’s joker; Joker.

He regarded the high voltage of the world
But disregarded the low current of his soul
Voltage rumors can't kill however this is a current affair
Power outage - the Rich fool’s dilemma.

Flash back! Noah told them to pay their bills
So don’t think it’s stale
Connect to the Spirit’s Transformer
That's your only guarantee to be a transformed man

Think Hell's-a-trick-city? It will shock you.

Not For Sale



Light: This one is not for sale 

So sail, to the yonder

Darkness: But see, he wanders 

Light: That's why I'm awesome wonder

So ponder longer, he's coming out stronger 

 Me: Permission for trial was granted

I took his mission for granted 

Hunted; by the cravings of my flesh

Lusted; my eyes was off the price

Busted; my pride got me arrested 

"Go to Jail", sin decided my fate

but not my faith

Like the poor man, I cried and the Lord heard me

and delivered me from all my troubles 

 This is too much a price 

Making me His prize

His death was done

My debts forgone

Salvation victory's won



Friday, April 14, 2017

Scarlet Robe












Royal shame! Oxymoron's ego couldn't have been 
better massaged at that instant.

Selfie's shutter clicked; capturing the: thorny crown, 
staff and scarlet robe adorning his ripped flesh.

Picture was not saved in the Hosanna folder but that 
of Scorn; hash tagged - King of the Jews.

They staged the mock, led Golgotha's walk and executed 
the one mocked with the scarlet robe.

Torn curtains, broken tombs, the dead rose even the earth quaked 
at the very moment he yielded his spirit.

Witnessing the precedent of things that surpasses that of all kings, 
they became terrified and testified...

"Surely he was the son of God!"

Recruited by execution into the heavenly army, he led captivity captive, 
alive in the grave his death brought us life.

"Surely he wasn't just the son of God, He is the son of God"

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Prodigal Son's Creed



Give me less, less so I realize I'll always have more in you

Give me hunger, hunger that no pig's meal will be available for me

Let me realize I'm dead, death that births your life in me

Let me realize i'm lost, lost when I have no sight of you

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Chapter 7



Seven beautiful and amazing features about her story in the seventh chapter of his story.

Mystery - Like a rose bud, who can foretell what elegance she'll eventually blossom into?

Collage - Elegance, frailty and suspense; each page is such a sweet delight like that of a rainbow.


Unique - Beyond thumb prints, she is like no other: special, fun, honest, smart, imperfect and hardworking.

Captivating - Captured by the glimpse of her, taking amazing strides on the business runway.

Echo - The ripple of her elegance and charm still resonates like the chord from a sweet symphony.

Awesome - Some awe inexhaustible pieces she exudes, celebrated and loved by many. 

History - His story featuring her story featured did go by, yet; he left a dog-ear at chapter 7 of the ninth volume on the two thousand and sixteenth page.