Monday, May 27, 2013

Talk To Yourself

Talk to yourself sometimes,
It may seem crazy and weird.
But this can also be a tool of achievement.
A tool when well utilized can get you further.
Use positive affirmations on yourself.
Convince yourself that you can accomplish your goals
And believe it. Who knows?
It could be the missing link.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

I Once Wanted

I wanted to be known, to be famous

To be adored, a demi god.

I wanted to be popular, admired

To have it all, to have it big


I wanted to matter

To be the in thing

The big thing on airwaves

The sensation on social media

The most sought after talent

I wanted to turn heads as I walk on the streets

To know that I got it all.


I wanted to speak and be listened to

To ever be right and perfect

To be it


Then I heard them speak

That it is not about me but God

And it pierced my heart deep

Why is He that selfish?

All glory to him?

I wanted some


And so I stopped

I stopped dreaming

I stopped trying to be

I was ok with being nothing

I was ok not mattering

I hid and remained ordinary


But now I know better

I know where to hide, where to be found

I know why He is selfish, I can see what he means

And I want to be part of that meaning


I will do my best and be the best

I will be his slave, his servant, his delight

I will position self to reflect his light as much

I will be aggressive to get hold of his call

I will move forward and desire greater spheres

I will seek his kingdom and its righteousness


And I will do this for him

Knowing they might reject me

Knowing I may not be sought after

Rather I will be despised

Knowing I may not be the in thing

I may never be the big sensation

But I will still do it


And in case all I ever wanted came true

It will not for me be

But for him who got hold of me

For I once wanted, but now I know.


Monday, May 20, 2013

Saving Face


I have tried to save face
When I felt I was losing the race
In pursuit of greatness and fame
How could I handle the shame?
I sought ways to survive
Only to build up stress and strife

I have learnt I have no face to save
But grace to have
He didn’t bring me this far to leave
He wants out of me a beautiful thing sewn
In responding to his call, I will be shown
Coz am not just called but chosen
To keep trusting him at my lowest
To push through this life's test
And walk with him to the greatest

I keep faith I keep right
His grace has given me sight
Not for my own pleasure and consumption
For his glory and his mission of redemption
Regardless of my circumstances
I will keep faith in all instances
For you may think I am losing the battle
Yet, all works for good to lift his mantle

I have no face to save
But grace to have

Friday, May 17, 2013

TWO AS ONE

The two became one
And that was not division
It was a multiplication of lives
From two journeys to one
So be careful
Not to divide (half) the one
For when two became one
It was not division

The two became one
And that was not subtraction
It was an addition of strength
From two different hearts to one
So be careful
Not to subtract the one
For when two became one
It was not subtraction

The two became one
Removing the brackets
To the change of position
From singularity to oneness
So be careful
Not to think its life as usual
For when two became one
It was a shift from within

The two became one
And that was not a mathematical error.
It is a mystery of God
How two become one
So be careful
Not to think it was a mistake
For when two became one
It was a mathematical (divine) mystery.






(This poem was inspired by BODMAS, a mathematical formula to sort algebra equations).

Friday, May 10, 2013

Dead Intentions

I have been intending to pray today
But my day just slipped away
I woke up late I could not sit quiet
All day on the rush, now the sun has set
My body aches, my soul is weary
I am still intending to pray early
Before sleep overtakes my eyes
And my intention dies.

I have been intending to save young
But my income is never enough
I have a side hustle to complement
A busy schedule as a complement
My start scares my ends to meeting
I am still intending to start saving
Before living overtakes my life
And my intentions strife

I have been intending to do great
But my dreams seem not to fit
I try this and try that and fail
A jack of all, now I trail
My passion is turning into greed
I am still intending to plant my seed
Before change of seasons hinder
And my intentions wither.

I have been intending to live right
But my sins are as red as scarlet
I have bad examples to point at
A reason why the narrow path I can't
My hope is that hell I will miss
I am still intending to stop the tease
Before death unites me with serpent
And my soul has no to time to repent.

I am still intending

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Then What?

They say life is a journey,
That life is a race.
I guess that why,
Many seem in a hurry,
Rushing, running and chasing.

But have you ever stopped to ask?

We wake up early to beat the jam,
Beat ourselves hard to get bread and jam
Work hard to make it big and find our freedom
Rushing, running and chasing.

But have you ever stopped to ask?

Why are you rushing?
What are you chasing after?
Where are you running to?

Then what?

What are you chasing after?

And then?
And then?
And then?


A Day Is Coming

A day is coming, and now's not
When I, I will be more not.
And this handsome me, ll'start to rot
I hope the other side won't be hot.


A day is coming, and I know not
When my portion of air will run out
And my spirit within will sizzle out.
I hope the other side won't lock me out.


A day is coming, and more will follow
When you will be filled with sorrow
Desiring to see me or hear me speak
I hope from this side you won't break.


A day is coming, and many you'll remember
When I was here, an ordinary member
And memories will flood your heart
I hope from this side you won't regret.


A day is coming, for you and for me
When we will be long gone
And everything we held, be long left
I hope you will let go and let in,

A day is coming. 

When that day comes, you go
When that day reaches, you depart
When that day appears, you disappear
When that day ends, you begin. 

A day is coming, be ready.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Am I A Random?


I will never know how it would have been
Had I been born in another generation
Probably I would have been a village hero
Or just an ordinary pauper
Maybe a rejected quarantined leper
Or a priest under the mugumo tree
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

I will never know how it would have been
Had I been born in different continent
Probably I would have skied on the snow
Or lived as a native in the Mao forests
Maybe I would have been a desert runner
Or just another brat in New York
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

I will never know how it would have been
Had I been born in different religion
Probably I would have long hair and a turban
Or just an ordinary obese Buddhist monk
Maybe a world’s wanted terrorist
Or an Indian temple master
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

I will never know how it would have been
Had I been born in a different family
Probably I would have been royalty
Or a trained witchdoctor
Maybe the son of a billionaire
Or a bastard in the village
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

I will never know how it would have been
Had I been born a different gender
Probably I would have been my father’s favorite
Or the one who brings children home for mum to raise
Maybe a perfect example for my generation
Or just another ugly fat depressed girl
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

I will never know how it would have been
Had I not been born
Who would my wife be married to?
How would have my parents lived their lives?
Who would have been my siblings’ big brother?
Would someone else have written this poem?
Truly I will never know
How it would have been

But now I know something that has been
ME
Son to peasant farmers
A Black male African
Born a Y generation
And a follower of Christ
Truly I will never know
If I am just a RANDOM

Friday, May 3, 2013

Had I Not Been My Own Shepherd


Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in want.

For I led myself to what I thought was greener pastures

And now I cannot afford to pay the water bill

Neither am I enjoying the manicured green lawns -

They have signs "KEEP OFF GRASS" all over.

I watch how onlookers enviously admire,

If only they knew what is behind my smile.


Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be thirsty.

For I led myself to what I thought was quiet waters

And now I cannot seem to capture the so desired

The more I accelerate towards it

The further it runs away from me

Thirstier and drained,

I now figure it's a mirage on my path.


Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in fear.

For I led myself through the valley of the shadow of death

And now I cannot figure out what is going on

Neither can I find my way out nor my way back

Darkness engulfs my already beaten soul

I can hear voices approaching from a distance

And am so sure that is not my help.


Had the Lord been my shepherd, I wouldn't be in shame.

For I prepared a table for myself, in the presence of my enemies

And I cannot stand the ridicule and the humiliation -

Coz my cup runs dry.

Neither can I utter a word of defense

Nor answer back their mocking.

Surely, strife and drama follows me

And I have dwelt in my desolate house

For some time.



Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Signpost

Are you standing?
And will not be moved?
Watch out
You could be a signpost.

A signpost is on the way
But it will never experience the journey
It has never been to the place it is leading people
And it does not have intentions of getting there
It will never get there
It will never arrive.

A signpost knows the destination
But it will never enjoy the journey
It directs many to the place they ought to go
Though it has never directed itself
It has no desires to go
It has arrived.

A signpost is of help to the lost
But it will never know how lost it is
It rescues many from missing the way
Though it never asks for help for itself
Loudly it demonstrates what it will never become
Who will rescue the signpost?
And those who sought it's counsel?
Lo! This signpost
This signpost is actually showing the wrong direction

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