Spirituality
The battle is the Lords – Series 1
The Battle is the Lord’s- Series 1 It was in the wee hours, 18th of Oct. 2022 to be precise, a time when deep sleep falls on the sons of men. I had just finished Read more…
Short Poems
And the dove died
And the dove died. The dove fell with a thudLet out an unheard screamYielded up its soulAnd returned to the Maker Who knows if he had just made his nestHis Mrs, warming the eggsNo more Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
When I was a child.
When I was a child, I had wild thoughts.Thoughts like,Whenever lightning lighted up the sky, In my heart, I say, “God just took my passport photograph”.Whenever thunderstruck, especially the loud scary ones, I said “angels Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
What makes a woman beautiful?
This is my contribution to Women’s day. Happy International Women’s Day all women out there. God bless all our women in Jesus name Glorified. Amen. What Makes a Woman Beautiful? It’s her face What if Read more…
Life matters
All in the morning
I have persisted in sticking to my early morning routine of walking/jogging around my neighbourhood in the wee hours of the morning. OK, it’s no biggie, just around 30mins of brisk walking. Having stuck to Read more…
Prosetry
Why talk about wisdom
“To make money they didn’t have and didn’t need, they risked what they did have and did need. And that’s foolish. It is just plain foolish. If you risk something that is important to you Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
A time in the Past
No clear footway through the rubble, everything built up has been burnt down Hopes, plans, expectations, pride, all obliterated by the fire of unfortunate circumstances The city of hope is now smokes and smoldering ashes Read more…
Prosetry
Spend the last be with JESUS
Even if you see yourself as one of the many reflections in the mirror of life Passerby’s that the reflecting glass do not reckon with Just another average “Joe or Jane“ hastening to God knows Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Na we way be dat
Na we way be dat. Being innocent doesn’t immunize anyone from facing hassles Neither does saying “God is my witness” mean anything to the reprobate mind “My hands are clean” does not guarantee safety in Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The giant aspect
I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me I can’t even muster mustard seed faith I need to fly away to where peace Read more…