ILLUMINATION

The world is always in the move and it's going to keep moving without you changing a thing. The change you want to see, make it happen; You can always make it happen You can always achieve that dream of yours, Only if you don't stop trying. Even if finances seem insufficient, you can make it happen; Even if parental support seem insufficient, enjoy the little you've got and make it work Even if nothing seems sufficient you can make it happen because his GRACE is sufficient. Even if the height look unattainable, even if it looks impossible, even when the hurdle looks like bit cannot be crossed You can make it happen. Be like an ant, take responsibility.  Create your world in the world. You're needed to make it happen. When I wandered the streets, looking for a people with the goal to make sure that the vision don't go to waste . I saw a craving, a longing but it didn't work because they have refused to believe in themselves and keep at their goal. Bui...

Happiest in the world I was tagged But a century that seems A ring from ancient history it bellows Long my new face is, sorrow my companion I've turned bruised, battered and bitter Grounded and wretched Pauparised and perplexed Hurt and hurting The once glad is now morose The gaiety gloomy is turned Who stole my Joy Who switched off the tunes for my dance Mourning is the new normal Happiest in the world?? Emersed in want and lack Bothered by deprivation and degradation Fasting all night and day due to fast fading food Clothes in nakedness my ribs exposed At the mercy of hunger strike pangs How happy can I be with my back glued to my stomach Can the hungry leap on ecstacy? Can merriment, misery marry? Can malnourishment be joined with enjoyment Hunger surely Joy kill is. Lost my Joy? As bad as it was, it was the least of it The state destroyed my shop Crazy no doubt The council demolished my stall Filling me with gall No job, no shop, no stall No food, no ele...

Weeping may endure Don't give up on yourself because God isn't doing so Giving up is criminality of the highest order and every criminal  Act has a term to serve  Replacement is easy even if his gifts are without repentance Indeed the night has been so long to the point that  The mattress is no more comfortable, your pillow tired of soaking up your tears Your Mountain so high that you can't climb but you forget The race is not for the strong not the swift. Why do you keep struggling with it, you've done your best but it's not enough you seem to have forgotten that  The battle is the Lord's  Night rest long forgotten by anxiety that would do nothing; you didn't commit to memory He giveth his beloved sleep If you're not his beloved, I'm wondering what you are Rise up from the dust  You've been down trodden, I Know but Cease self pitying rise up because Times are changing and you need to invest in the right season Quit thinking about dea...

Refracting... Diffracting... Reflecting... Deflecting... I saw on the earth and I pondered upon the thirst that has consumed the hearts of men. A thirst for greatness; a thirst to rule. Yet the environment has dealt with the minds of them all that all they are left with  Is what to beg with... There's a leader in you Any man ready to just be a follower for the rest of his life needs a renewal of his mind. The King in him must have been so broken and battered by the issues of life But... Why are there plenty leaders with  little orno leadership As I jourmyed further I discovered that leadership is predetermined not preference It's not a civil service job where you can retire Yet there is room for everyone at the top Leaders are born when gits are discovered and places are found by fulfilment of purpose The gold under the clay unveiled There is a place of authority for everyone having little or nothing to do with titles He who will lead others I learnt as I walked...

True Beauty I adore The true beauty I admire This woman I admired lost her value before my eyes and others. It was lost as a key lost in the river never to be found again. Because her beauty was only skin deep. The beauty that flows from within born out of corrections and self discipline. The one that keeps men around for life.  Not the virtue that draws them but for a moment. True beauty!!! No one is born with it nor is it inherited. A treasure consciously built A loss of it, is like a pearl trampled on by pigs. The river doesn't cease neither does it flow backwards It can never be restored The outer beauty became beaten by the rains of age but true beauty lost forever never to be gotten again. Washed away by stress and strains of life is the fate of the outer beauty but the true beauty blown away by the deficiency of character. Each time she recounts her past and ponders on her story She feels all the pain like it became all messed up yesterday As she dug her own grav...

The Rain and the Flower (Part2: After the rain) The storm is over Everywhere is wet and cold  The sky is no more bleak. The elements sweetly rest Everywhere is blue with a touch of black. The birds now chirping though dripping wet from the torrents. The children roam in the droplets But my heart in fragments The love of the brethren binding. The love of the father abiding. All of this brought warmth to my broken heart. In just one rain The rain helped me to rein my horse And buckle my belt to be the best. Help me to put on my oxygen mask and dive deep to bring out the treasures in the deep All of a sudden the rain was used to lighten my burden. I discovered I could be as a bird but one that has chicks to return to. The light burst forth not from anywhere but from within. The forces outside cannot break you if you are strong inside by the power of his might.

The Rain and the Flower(Part 1: During the rain) As the rain poured down in torrents, I watched from the window of my dorm... The plight of the plant Painful to the leaves but useful to the roots then to other parts of the plant. Life couldn't be anymore than that. Little by little the storm ceased but the flower blooms by the day.  In the same rain children were playing but this child look for a security that cannot be secure in the dearest blanket. No hot milk, no fire to keep warm.  The only security the blanket could offer was from the cold but what about the demons raging within. As the flower does not have protection from the rain and still strive to live on because if it does not bend it breaks. Oh the rain of discipline Don't break just bend so you can straighten up stronger than yesterday Instead emerge victorious, fresher and better than ever before. Painful to the body; balm to the soul who can stand against. It's okay to break down along the way; it ...