At the edge
Seconds to a fall to silence
So peaceful
Such tranquil
Complete silence

The Passage

At the other side
But it’s so lonely here
It’s dark. Pointless. Someone lied.
I could have been the salt and the light
The child. Innocent. Someone’s bride.

I’m now desertesque. Dry. Struggling. Unkind.
Foreign feet fix footprints of flourish
I know nothing of this moistness I suddenly find
I let it touch and leave as fast as it came. Vanished.

What is life. Not a question. But a speech of pain
I’m willing to give it all up. Now. Right now
One-way ticket to Road-End. Baggage heavy. My aim.
Face with a tight frown.

I thought it was all dark.
Black clouds fold. From blankets to carpets
To invite a a bit of rain.

A bit? I would have answered
But for the drop that touched my parched tip.
Hmmm. Delicate. So poetic in its way.
Oh what’s the use? My system is already shattered
It touches again.
It restfully streams in as dew would.
I’m drenched. Deep.

OH, the flow! Glorious. It heals. My stems and systems
Aqua alive. Living liquid. Waters of wellness. I’m in awe.
Oh it speaks!!! LIFE! Never felt this full of hope & faith.
Reaching my roots. Restored. Revived. Released.
I am green again. I am fruitful.
I am led. I am all this water says I am.

I am now!!! Planted by rivers called Life Abundant.
Flourishing bountifully, never to die again.
Thank You, For Saving Me, Father.
I Am Yours.

“..Though its roots have grown old in the earth
and its stump decays, at the scent of water it will bud and sprout again like a new seedling.” – Job 14:9

“Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning – Psalms 30:5b

“Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him out of them all.” – Psalms 34:19

“…And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose” – Romans 8:28

You are shaken but not broken.
You are oppressed but not helpless.
You are safe and embraced.
You are saved and engraced.

Bless up!

The 23rd Channel

The TV is my shepherd, I shall not want for entertainment.
It maketh me to lie down on the sofa.
It leadeth me away from the Scriptures.
It destroyeth my soul.
It leadeth me in the path of sex and violence for the sponsor’s sake.
Yea, though I walk in the shadow of my Christian responsibilities,
There will be no interruption,
For the TV is with me, its cable and remote, they control me.
It prepareth a commercial before me in the presence of worldliness;
It anointeth my head with humanism,
My coveting runneth over.
Surely laziness and ignorance shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house watching TV forever.

—Author Unknown

2 Corinthians 2:11 (MSG)
“…To keep Satan from getting the advantage over us; for we are not ignorant of his wiles and intentions.”

“The eyes are the window to the soul…what are yhu letting in?” – #L

Alone again.
Racing rapidly towards a point I haven’t…
I have been
I would…let these raindrops on the window
Window your heart down to where it seeks a rhythm for this story I know nothing of
Shutting off all sound around till all you hear
Tap tap-tap tap tap tap-tap-tap
A beatbox to an orchestra
Where your mind will findsolace  right now…right now is where it all starts

Oh…I might sleep off before I finish
Those steel bats filled with mercury you thought I waa

Grace, Enough ( Just How Sufficient is Grace )

The Spirit Lives

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:4

Jesus is full of ( overflowing with) unmerited favour and acceptance for all who will believe.
God loves you, just as you are, Jesus humbled Himself by coming down to earth, to die in place of us, to appease the wrath of God, to make us the righteousness of God in Christ, the Holy Spirit longs to reside within you, to fellowship with you.

“Brothers, you know that sometime ago God made a choice among you that the Gentiles might hear from my lips the message of the gospel and believe. God knows the heart, and showed that He accepted them by giving the Holy Spirit to them, just as He did to us, He made…

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Focus, only on Jesus

The Spirit Lives

     Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2

       You never know what focusing only on Jesus can do, until you pause and realise the things you used to do before, you don’t do anymore, and there’s no desire or longing to do it. There’s power in keeping your eyes on Him, refusing to be distracted by the cares of the world. There’s great peace in focusing only on our Saviour. Focusing on Jesus ensures that you are seeking His…

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#AwesomeAugustChallenge: Day 1

On the 30th of July, 2014, a good friend forwarded a broadcast message containing some powerful, instructional phrases that I felt people should see everyday.
After reading, I found out they numbered 31 in all and I got the urge to come up with a graphic poster containing each phrase per poster/day (after having suppressed the desire to do something creatively challenging for a while).
This birthed the #AwesomeAugustChallenge.
Hope you enjoy them..
But most of all.. I hope you apply them..
Bless Up.
The first entry: Mend A Quarrel.




This was an unfinished poem i wrote for the first bomb blast at Nyanya.

The second 0ne, having gone off late evening May 1st, 2014, was a terrible reminder…and even before this, i already did title the write-up Mayday..



These are not the times I write

Not that the time is right
But these times are Night
Night in the Morning Sun
Frightened. Mothers Mourning Sons.
“Mummy Don’t Let Me Die”
Fathers farther from returning from
A day that had not even started
Than a bright sky that façaded a cloudy storm
“Sunny, See Yhu Soon, Bye”

How Soon?

Pain Is Buried Deep Within
Her needled touch injects the grime of Reality & Loss
Sticking it all the way in till Brokeness becomes skin
On the brink of death, evil’s arctic eyes stares at us
As ruby tears tint our vision of a blue moon
Grey clouds wrenched
To drench us with a Violet of Violence
Now Fear Has Us


Imperfectly weakened I find my soul after
I sought to scour the score of the scores of souls slaughtered
For apparently seeking some kind of role or power
Or Religion
Or the Demise of Love
Or a fulfillment of Word uttered
Either way,
Man’s heart stays steady watered by thoughts doused in the Devil’s gutter


Still Calling

Life flowing crimson rivers of an unheard outcry
For help
Rooted in Black Thought
But we still strive
For Self

Worked like a robot today
But inside be empty as tin cans
But what kept echoing is “WE Can!”
When forlorn fiends feed fat on fortunes of oil & blood
Forgone with the fact we’re tuned for turmoil & discord


Hope as rags dashed with ash & rust!
Foolery reigns inward. Seeds sown in lust!
In God we trust but we look up and not in Us!
We took Love and cross and ran to dust!



…even as I end this…another bomb goes off

Same spot. Humans have made thunder strike twice.

Sheets of sorrow soak in sinister  shock. Tears become gall. Tough.


…And my Chibok sisters…


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