LOVE IS...

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Love is…
A feeling…yet not quite understood.
It’s felt yet not tangible. .its undertood and yet simply misunderstood…more times too numerous even for the fools.
Love is..
Trully a remarkable thing…
It looks past scars..hurts..flaws…
It prefects even the illusion of imperfections…
It covers even the voids of one once broken soul…
Love is..

THE 6TH AND 9TH HOUR OF THE CROSS

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He awoke…out of the dust…breathed into…given dominion…loved and unblemished.
He heard and spoke …with no intermediary needed.
He walked..He saw…He was just a man..but he was the inheritor of such divine goodness.
He took charge. He saw and named..Each for each..much like a perfect combination of numbers..
He was given the power over every thing that creeped,  crawled and flew…He had no  fear. He knew who he was. Whose’s child he was.
He saw that each had a companion…He wondered why…was he any different?
The One who saw and understood..
Out of his ribs…formed her..

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL TOO!

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Often times we forgot that we have gone a whole week without eating.
We have walked miles and had sores under our feets..
We have slept on hard surfaces so much that our bodies have become used to it.
We have been beaten so badly by the rain…it had become our shower.
….I think people forgot that we are humans too.
Often times the scorching sun burned our skin…
We are tired out from… begging  from hand to hand to feed our mouth…
Sometimes they fail to see the tears in our eyes…when they turn us away…
Or the old woman by the corner…battling flies away from perching on the little boys sores…that’s the woman who bore me and my little brother sick from day memoral….

I AM MY FATHER''S CHILD

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As a little girl….There is always that perfect man you look up to…that one man you first grow to love…that one man that first becomes your hero…that first man that first becomes the love of your life…
That one man you aren’t scared of no matter how much he scolds you because you know he loves you and does it out of love.
That one man that takes you on your first piggy ride. The one that plants the first kiss on your chicks…that man that would beat himself if he much as Let’s anything happen to you…that one man that buys you your first gifts and takes you on your first date to see the world as soon as you let go of your mother’s grasping hands.

FLASHLIGHTS!!

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When tomorrow comes…even though the road is tough…I look up to the sky…I see your light shinning down on me like a flashlight.
Getting me through the storm…even if it doesn’t rain I know I’ll be ok…I won’t be afraid..even when it’s dark..I look around and see ypur sweet love….then I let go and let you in…Cos your love be shinning bright…blinding me…like a flashlight#

Life through the circle of a Butterfly!

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It was sunny and I felt my cloths clutching to my skin..felt damp. Needed the cool breeze of a virgin rain..gushing on all sides like the waves of an ocean. I was in a garden..I realised. Didn’t know how far I had walked but I have indeed taken a longer stroll than I anticipated. I was patched. My throat felt like dusted clay. No shops close by. I could go back home from the way I came or walk  on down to where the path leads..haven’t thought about it that much. Still being in the adventurous spirit I proceeded without knowing my destination.
I had alot on my mind..but I couldn’t quite find the route to prick my thoughts and pinpoint the dilemma.
But I knew it all summed up into one word…”LIFE”.

REST ON EVERYSIDE

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We have toiled the soil till no end..
We have watered the seed..still no sprout of growth..
We have laboured..yet in vain..
We have thought God has forgotten us..
God says..He shall give you rest..rest on every side.
When sorrow strikes as if there is no end..
When night feels darkened by the woes of the enemy..
When the morning comes…The sun begins to shine…God says..”I will give you rest…rest on everyside”.
When the wicked rejoice with the riches of their filth..
When they mock you and break you…

THANKFUL

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Every morning…just as the yawning comes..The twist and turns of the stretches. .The elongated body..The flabbing of hands and the fluttering of lashes as they welcome in the dawn of a new day. Never quite understanding the workings of nature..but nevertheless awaken to the dawn of another day..planning ahead trying to jumpstart and make progress without delay.
We should never forget ..Whilst we slept and snored into the nights..never knowing if tomorrow will come unharmed or we wake up scarred..someone watched over you..protecting and making your future sure…your family and friends too.

I MISS YOU MUM

PS:    JAXTER WRITES

ITCHY-FINGERS CONTIRBUTES

                                    TRIBUTE TO HIS MOTHER ... REST IN PEACE

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ITCHYFINGER :

"" No one ever tells you how to live with it..
No one ever quite understands that searing pain that chokes you..seizing your breath and you feel suffocated…
I know it..because I have also felt it too….its deafing. ..that pain!!
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If begins to hurt like hell  when you realise that..that smile was the last..that rich laughter was the last sweet sound you’ll ever hear of that loved one..that voice that spoke to you..scolded you..cautioned and adviced you..and spoke silent volumes of love breaking your every core would be the last..
You walk as though unbelieving..seeing shadows of their mere existence..hoping that it’s just a bad dream..hoping your name be called out and you turn..seeing that perfect masterpiece God created…urging you with a smile or a wave of the hand..you still can’t quite understand..

BE-INSPIRED!

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I’ve come to realise that..life isn’t a bed full of roses. But while we are here..we might as well party and might as well make the most of it..plus never forget to plan..achieve..be the best you can be..and give..that’s how you’ll win…
Appreciate those lil things, give..share..love and be happy. Do what’s right..be legit..pray..because prayer is the key to unlock all breakthroughs and give thanks…because thanks ushers in blessings from above..and when God decides to bless you you won’t have eoom enough to take it all in….give honour to whom honour is due…. #DearGod#…Never forsaking the gathering of the brethren… because thal feel of belonging tells you there is no greater joy than sharing that wonderful peace with people who understand exactly what is..
Life is a journey..We learn as we go. Yes we may be hit hard rock and fall hard on our  back..but what matters the most is when we get back up, dust our selves and keep going.

BE THERE FOR YOU INSTEAD!

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Have you ever been in a bad situation and you reached out for help and you found out that no one was there…
You literally reach out in the dark and all you feel is that huge deep void of emptyness…like you are grasping for nothing in the dark….?? All you feel or see is nothing…like everyone and everything went up in dark smoke of nothing. It can be disheartening.
We all need someone to depend on..We all need a helping hand…no man is an island on his own…but what happens when you eventually need that hand and it hides itself from you in the direst of situations…where does that leave you…how do you regain that composure gone?
And do you…go on when all hope depended on that…ray of hope that would have brought back the sunshine …and brighten your path.

Master of Heaven, Master of Love

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Love and those little things!!
From dust we came to, to dust we would return,
From rib she was formed and him, that rib was made his own
To love to care and to protect to own.
That’s a definition to our own kind of love.
But I’ll give you an insight to God’s love divine.
He’ a mistery we can’t phantom
He’ not flesh and blood, not even a man
Yet he walks amongs us, breath and lives
A God amongst men. A God amongst gods.

From the Unkown to the Known..

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Contrary to what you’ve been told..
Contrary to what you’ve been warned about..
Contrary to your beliefs and set faith..
Nothing is at it seems..
Often times we get carried away by the superfilious and therefore we lose depth of what should be and not what ought to be…
We accentuate our thoughts and actions on what we supposedly think and not what is right..
We lose focus..we lose definition and we lose self…and once you’v missed all of that..you’v got nothing.
Life has a way of shocking you out of your joints and make you face discomforting situations that we never plan for..

SAME SWEET GOD!

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He is the same sweet God. While the child is been formed, nothing but feotus in his mother’s worm,
While he grows and learns to see right from wrong,
While he becomes a man and tills the ground, and calls a companion his own,
While he runs around with his offsprings and brings joy to his household.
He is the same sweet God.
While the choas and misfortune fills the earth,
While the heathen curse him and pleasure themselves
While they assume he is naught but a fiction, a mere legend told to children to cast fear on them to stay on the right part,

A WHILE IT'S BEEN!!

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Yeah!!
I know I know..
A whole month of the sept..rolled by without a word.
My bad earthings…life happened!!
So my sincere heartfelt..all the way to the core soul of my very being…totally feeling-apologises..*winks*..to the entire fan base.
So now that ..that is out of the way…
Let’s get down to business shall we?
Cool..why the hell not.
And business?..really I don’t know what or why I even said that. I really and truelly have no business intention today.
Infact I have no intentions at all..*stops short”..ok well I did initially but it sort-of flew out of my thinking window.

LOOK UP!

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Crisis..crises..life is so full of biases.
Racism..critisims..all in the shades of hoodism.
Lies..cries..fights..eventually does dies..
When we stop our insane life displays and look up up..to where the father stays..heaven divine..glorious with shines.

Anger,envy, lust, to covet, fornicate, to steal…”The evils” of sin..can be displayed as red for it screams danger…but all this goes away..when a sin for a sin..is replaced for salvation for the blood of Christ…proven and tested..glorious divine..when we look up up..and surrender ..all..to the father…GodAlpha..GodOmega..God Glorious…impecable in His ways.

Heaven Please...

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We came, out of nothing..simply dust..breathed into and made flesh.
We had..simply nothing..but figs and leaves, a garden of everlasting splendour and a father who we could call our own.
We turned away..accepting the fruit of life and death..cutting down our lives resources..preparing the way for life’s unjust..giving the devil a smirk of his hideousness…Now we bare the pain of our own mistakes…. Heaven please!!

Children!!

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Tiny fingers..mother’s lip will bite. Soft buttoms..a pat and a rub giving the lil babe so much delight. Squeals of laughter..bubbles and water..the lil babe will joyfully banter.. All these are a pride in a lowly woman’s hide.
The tantrums will begin, the hallowing and crazies..all these a mother allows..because its one of those first plights..they are kids..some things just don’t pass up. And she’ll remember not so long ago when her baby’s eyes looked up to her in amazement..she was a wonder and he was her pride.
Now an adolescent..the will to go and do what they might..disregarding a mother’s warnings, achoring to a father..not hindering what was said..youthful exurberance in full height. All these a mother sees and hopes for the light.

Years come ..abit too soon..a bit older..all too mature..while their mother is old and frail..papa not too awesome on the rail..lil jnrs and sisy fully understand.. The depth of toll their madness as taken on their folks..from while they were mere babes..to now they are made..children can be a whole lot of case. So there and then..they try to make good..all the wrongs ..right the paths that they have so gone and torn..put the smile back on mama’s face and let her know that her children are the world’s best doves…
tender in hearts..blessing to mama’s bosom..All these and more a mother wishes..all in her poor old heart. Children can be a torn..but they are always..so much more.
Children…Joy to the home! No matter…*winks*

For Every NEW YEAR!!!

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Happy new yearrrrrr!!! *screams and runs around, jumps up and down, high fives everyone, gives them bear-tight hugs, happy smiles..love bursting through..*
We made it!!
We all made it!!
*looks around*
All family members were here, friends and loved ones..even those who have grown apart during the years, those we don’t know, faces, lots of faces, thousand of them in the crowd..but the thing was…
“They were all here”
And for that we are glad.
Some fell by the way side, missing their way,..some buried six feet under, some too feeble and weak to walk through the path with us..

*sadness*
Those times were sad.
While we were kids, we held hands, we fed from our mother’s breasts, looked up to our fathers..because he was our hero..fought with our brothers, gossiped with our sisters and played doll houses and toy stories with them afterwards, threw tantrums when we became teenagers,..even rebelled when we taught our parents where too hard on us forgetting they have been there so know what is good for us.
We grew up..and made our decisons, some were bad, some good, some caused us scars..some scars refused to heal…
From there on..we made more decisions…made friends…some friends impacted on us greatly…good and bad..
We were still growing, some of us disobeyed the council of elders, refusing to aknowledge that our father up in heaven was speaking through them.
We taught we knew it all..

We continued.
Some of us…through live’s lessons..learned from them. Some of us..our scars was too deep and caused us our very existence.
Mothers cried, fathers held on strong, sisters felt lost, brothers became a shoulder to cry on.
This year..has had its turbulence.
This year has also had its amazing moments..
We made neighbours smile, we touched a child’s heart, we blessed a soul, we gave to those who didn’t have.
We loved, we kissed, we were made one,families was made, lineages was born. Life seemed sweet.
A mother’s joy, a father’s pride, a sister’s guide, a brother’s ancor…”Iife was beautiful in all dimentions”

Yet…some people outlived us.
Some found ambitions and pursued it. Some had aspirations and went for it. Some dreamed dreams and made sure it came alife.
Life wasn’t a bed full of roses, some beds had spikes, some had thorns..some just made good use of rumpled sheets and made it quite beautiful. It wasn’t perfect but it was something.
Still…some faces we miss, some we don’t seem to remember, others never left us for a second..we grew up, we grew apart, we found eachother, we made histories, we became legends of our own works.
The Good times..
The bad times..
The times worth holding dear..
This year have had it all.

Now, may years later..to this present day..
We look back and be greatful..for all the memories…the laughter, the joy, the tears, the smiles, the love, the sadness, the bliss, the unspeakable enduring love of the father, his infinite mercies, his amazing grace, his open doors and unlimted favour,..
For finding a voice to speak,
For standing tall when your knees want to give way,
For flying to the greatest heights, soaring as high as an Eagle..
Oh…what a year!!
Some got all their heart’s desires..
Others are till finding their way..
Some others have already come into their place of rest..
Others are hopeful for this coming year..the year of abundance and coming into their set place..

The New year…
Happiness spread out like wings over the place…
Sweet melody of praises going up to heaven..
Hearts full of joy, hearts expectant..
Ushering in the new year with earnest and anticipation..
Show of expert finess of fireworks..
Beautifying the sky with beautiful serenade of rainbow colours..
Such beauty..

A thousand..even a million..thousands of thousands and alot more uncountable pairs of eyes..looking up to heaven at that moment…as the clock chimed midnight…
The uproar of “Happy New years!!” Filled the place..
Everyone basking in the ambience of love, peace and contentment.
We did it!!
We all here..
Faces…family, friends, strangers, loved ones, we made it!!!
It wasn’t as though we were too perfect.
It wasn’t because we were better than them.
It wasn’t because we were holy, far from it.
We’v made our mistakes,..
Learnt our lessons,

We went through the wrong paths, we hurt a few on our way up, envious of those who were at the top,..we were selfish, we hated, we did quite alot.
Yet we are still here.
It wasn’t because he condoned our sins and loved it.
NO!!
He loves us so unconditionally and as kept us..
The least we can do is Do things right this year.
Set our ways right and glorify God who is in heaven..
This year, we remember those who didn’t make it..
We pray for those families and that they have the strenght to bear their loss and see life and give it a meaning..a reason to go on.

We made it!!!
We totally made…
Everyone was here.
In flesh, in spirit…together we made it!!
For that father, we are most thankful for.
Happy New Year My Luvlies!!!
Hurray!!
Hurray!!!
HURRAY!!!!!!

What Mama Doesn't Know wouldn't Hurt her ..right?

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“Tonight …
We are young!!!! “…..we screamed at the top of our voices..
We danced around with our eyes closed.
We held hands and formed playful circles.
We tiptoed on cold sand.
Swarm in the ocean.
Rushed out barely dressed.
We drank from the icy bottle.
We laughed..we sang songs which we barely knew the lyrics to.
We drew our faces on the sand..