A Sinner’s Prayer

Forgive me o’ Lord for I have sinned

You’ve heard this a million times

it could be tattooed to my lips

I head right at every possible turn

even when I know volcanic rubbles lie awaits

I’ve condemned my self all my life

better me than you I always say

better to start walking the grave than hope for life

for what has hope ever brought to the hopeless

what has life brought to a begger

I am a refugee at best with sticky hands

I know how to stop but I don’t know when

I think today is the last time but it never is

what has hope ever brought to a sinner?

I head right at every crossroad I come

Past the forest, deep into the woods

running up the hill that snakes at every turn

Forgive me o’ Lord for I have sinned

unfortunately it won’t be my last confession either

I’ve heaved and whined and rolled in mud

I say “it is well”, we both know I don’t mean it

I’m thankful for every chance of redemption you offer

and condemn myself every time I fail

better me than you I always say

what hope in life is there for a person who may know left?

Last stop: Hope

Ms dukings hung her head outside the moving van. Eyes darting from scrub to scrub. Hill to hill. As though he would pop up. She didn’t want to miss any moment. The journey from Ibadan to Lagos central was four hours, out of which they had exhausted 2. Detective Kozak had attempted making small talks with the distressed mother earlier during their Journey despite being overwhelming bad at it himself. He eventually gave up. If psychology had taught him anything, it was that if you couldn’t distract the mind from it’s ongoing war, you would consequently excite it.

At this point of the journey everything was beginning to look like tumbleweed to Ms dukings yet she couldn’t let herself blink until she noticed Kozak slowing down at the end of the roundabout and turning into the roadside gas station on the outskirt of Kaduna island. The Automobile was coming to a halt when she started;

Wh— what are you doing?

The detective heaved, “your mind could use a break and frankly I’d like a cup of coffee myself”

“I’ll wait here”, she objected.

Knowing there was nothing he could do to convince her, the detective opened the door to elit the vehicle as Dukings held his hand and squeezed them as tight as she could. As their eyes met she confirmed her fears;

“You are my Last hope. We have to find my son”

“This is the last stop before we enter Lagos. Ms Dukings”, `Said the detective as he observed at the vast horizon.” Be prepared for what we’ll find”.

Temi’s smile

Her middle name could have been hope for she saw beauty in the strangest of phenomenas too. She’d lay side by side to monsters and infect them with her twitchy smile. Her name was Temioluwa and that was her super power

Temi,s eyes was like the sun erupting from behind forest grooves on a lusty morning breeze. When she tilted her head to say hello, I felt bubbles within my oesophagus forcing me to sing.

Her hands were the warmth of a thousand melting pots and she gave the most graceful curtseys. It wasn’t hard for her to captivate my attention and bend me into the forms that she so pleased. It wasn’t hard to always want to revel in her imperfect perfection and twitchy smile.

Thick is her bouncy mane, a new level of kinky unlocked. She’d sweep the playground with her presence like the high priestess performing Aphrodite’s sacred rites. Welcoming in sumptuous vibes.

She took to the hills like she dominated my heart. unapologetic and savage in every way. Vain and vengeful as if Venus held a mirror to her likeness. She traipses into the Aula. A tunic in one hand and a cape in the other ready to conceptualise her essence.

Her Grandmother was her favourite person. The first time they met was when her power was activated. She’d sit at her feet, climb around her neck and bounce on her back. When it’s time for grandma to go, she’d wear an uncommon upside down smile.

Grandma tugged on her chin and gazed on her with smiling eyes. “I’ll come tomorrow, before you wake up”. Temi’s teeth lighted up like a chandelier that could not be hidden. Grandma was coming back and that was all that mattered.

Two hours and counting, the lion was growing impatient. She played until her feet ached in the hot Lagos sand. By midnight she was alert. Any minute now Grandma would walk in through those doors. A minute that did not arrive.

She waited until daybreak with a hopeful smile. Sometime between the cock’s crows, Temi realised Grandma wasn’t coming. Like Pollen her smile began withered with the open space.

The courage of the lion has been mangled. It changed her in ways she never knew. Rejection became Temi’s achilles heel.

She didn’t stop smiling, in every picture it is upside down. Permanently.

Gratitude

When what we want makes us cry

What we need passes us by

There is a choice;

To  be bitter or thankful

To be covet or grateful

To be appreciative or spiteful.

 

When we stand on neutral, lukewarm grounds

Hope vanishes like a brilliant  gloss on a winter evening

Our reaction shows what is deserving

Why not forget the vanity and focus on vitality?

Tis our father who steers us from depravity

Tis his wisdom that bears the fruit of greatness.

 

Okay. It sucks, a lot.

No one can grasp what’s going on

Time has left you misplaced

Regret comes-a-knocking at your door

All you do is look at the flaws in your morality

When you could be on your knees being praiseful.

 

It takes one. Three. Five minutes

A moment of solemn awareness in your center

To acknowledge your mortality and fragile nature

A silence that stumbles the biggest giant

one that humbles the greatest emperors

As you relinquish  your power.

 

 

Do not fight resistant, embrace it

A lot can happen in one. Three. Five minutes

In  one, God can turn your crimson soul to white

In three he can reverse  the destruction of a lifetime

He can rain copious bounty upon your family in five

Be grateful that everything is in his control, if you come to him.

 

 

 

Strangers on A bridge

After the rain, the town bell chimed on that cold morning

Susie stumbled across the street in a drunken daze.

Last night was just one in several that she had collapsed at the tavern.

An ambiguous fog loomed in the street

Her heels clicked on grubby cobblestone

There were  no body in them

No  birds in the sky

no wind in the air

she could barely see ahead.

But then she saw him. A figure sitting on the bridge

when she got closer she saw the fear and loss in his face

He leaned back against the air, and released one hand from the rails

“Don’t!” she yelled

He acknowledged  her presence by reaching for the rails,  like his life depended on it, and it did. “If I do it, every thing will go back to normal”

“No!” Susie who had fully snapped out of her high now and was hyper alert said, “Nothing is worth this”

The man began to cackle which led Susie to conclude that he maybe relapsing from paranoid schizophrenia

She got closer, she noted that he was middle-aged. He was handsome in an eccentric way. “What’s so funny?” she demanded

“Birds don’t know what to do when you have no need for them”, he said, “you won’t understand why I have to do this….”

“What is it? Susie interrupted ,”dead beat dad? or was your mum a pill hoarder? did she hang herself in the middle of your one room flat and left you with starving mouths to feed? No wait! that’s me! so I’d be damned if you tell me I don’t understand.”

Susie was seething with ire, how dare this ruggedly quaint idiot act like his life was hard, enough to fall to his doom when she hadn’t slept on her bed in seven years. Her warm soft bed felt grubby and lonely. If any body should be sitting on the bridge counting down to meet the grim ripper, it should be her.

She rushed towards the bridge and hoisted herself to seat beside him

“Whoo oo there!, the stranger stuttered, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“Talking with you reminded me of how much  simpler life would be if I just disappeared.

“Hey,  I was teasing. Ha ha. I wasn’t really going to do it”, he said jumping down “see, give me your hand. please”

“No! you said it yourself, if I feel this worthless, I probably am”

“look at yourself”, the stranger started, “you  courageous woman, I can’t pull the value from within you, but I can promise you  that it is there, you feel culpable and clearly we’ve got a ton of similar problems that Dr. Jekyll couldn’t fix, So let’s head to the tavern and share a cheroot”.

Susie was both impressed and  hesitant by his aphoristic banter

If you feel no different afterwards, I will personally hoist you up there” , he  vowed

“I guess you’re right”, Susie conceded grabbing his wrist.

He placed his jacket over her shoulders, “the name’s Vickram”

“Susie”, she said staring into his cinereous eyes, risking a smile, “there’s something about you”, she admitted.

“That, dear Susie is called hope”, he said as they disappeared into the fog, towards the direction of  Dean’s tavern

LIMITLESS- Affirmation for september

Have you ever felt bullied or persecuted?

Have you ever been in agony, the kind that caused you to  reverie on the  release of death?

Have you ever been homeless, not knowing where your next meal will come from?

Have you ever thought about  your future  and it’s feels bleak causing you anxiety?

Have you ever battled diseases, perhaps even counting down till your final wisp of air?

Have you ever felt like you should be anywhere else except where you are now?

Is there an omen in your family that limits your individuality?

Well  I would like to share Romans 8:28-39 with you  to negate every limitation that weighs down on you.

For the scripture says;

 

 

“If God is for us, who can ever be against us?

Since he did not spare even his own Son

but gave him for us all, won’t he also give us everything else?

Who dare accuse us whom God has chosen for his own?

No one—- for God himself has given us right standing with himself…

 

We see this scripture again in the famous John 3:16. I recited it several times as a kid, but I just discovered the revelation hidden within it.

The devil is so good at manipulating , he will use your own Ego. That’s right, your best friend works for  the enemy, and he will tell you everything about what’s wrong with you.

Fill you with insecurities about yourself. About God. About Life.

You will only ever see as far as he lets you see, till God reveals himself to you.

Until you realise Christ in you, there will always be limits.

Now is the time to break free .

The scripture says, that  Jesus is the firstborn, and we are his brothers and sisters. We are like Christ, it is our birth right

Here’s the trick though, no matter how many people tell you this, if you don’t see it, if you don’t believe it.  It is like tearing up 500 pounds and throwing it into the wind. I know, I’ve been there.

Now I practice meditating on the goodness of my Saviour.  There can be no better way to spend this lovely Sunday afternoon.  I’m gonna leave you with the most powerful part of Romans 8. Please believe the word

Remain blessed, May this month bring us much fruitfulness and align us closer to his purpose;

 

 

“Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love?

Does it mean he no longer love us if we have trouble or calamity,

or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?

(As the scriptures say, “for your sake we are killed every day, we are being slaughtered

like sheep)

No despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loves us.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love.

Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons

neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow

—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love

No power in the sky above or in the earth below

—-indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love

of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

 

 

 

Little Wanderer

Her mother calls her little wanderer. Her brother says she’ll twist a joint if she swings from one more branch. she’d play dress up and hopscotch.

She loved to twirl most of all. It’ll transport her into Neurkhkryx, where everyone is minuscule, like crystal. All eleven tribes are peace-loving. Poverty doesn’t exist. It is Nirvana.

Chihuahuas are the deadliest creatures, and leopards are homebred.

Her extraterrestrial neighbor, Ayo, who migrated from Azuzu, the ninth planet, would stop by with oatmeal raisin cookies whenever she voyaged here. There is no segregation between ETs and Neurakhites, neither is immigration laws complicated. There is no prejudice.

Amongst them, she is giant. They’d stare in awe then make pictures with her. They’d invite her to their homes to dine and meditate. There is only one God, Yahweh, whom they meditate to and they’d often ask questions about the world she came from, Earth.

She’d always have to leave, this made her forehead wrinkhttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wrinkle/le. Back to the other world and its troubles. Her mother would take her to Dr., and he would say;

“Your child has absence seizures, and perhaps a mild autism. Be wary lest she wanders too far”.

Before the first luminous star fades. She would fold unto her mother’s thighs. A smile painted on her lip.

One day, this world would accept her just like in Neukhkryx, this she was certain. And maybe then she could show them that being different isn’t as scary as it’s played out to be.