WRITING
CHRONICLES OF A WRITERS LIFE.
THE UNSEEN JOURNEY. It’s a night, cool and damp. I’m feeling lonely, but I’m not alone. I’ve got my laptop, some sheets, and my trusty mug filled with dark coffee. Next to my Bible, it’s my ever-faithful companion when work needs to be done. After all, I had promised myself, Read more…
Spirituality
GIVE ME MY MONEY- A VISION (17th Nov. 2023)
Just like any other day when I wake up to do my morning devotions, this day was no different. I went into my prayers as fervently as I could muster. By inspiration, I started praying against spiritual rats. I mean rats that eat up destiny. You know seeing rats in Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Wonder and the Photographer
I once chanced upon a torn and abandoned old boot on a lonely beach. It told me a lot of stories. Like how in its younger days it was the cynosure of all eyes. So I took its photograph and began a Photo commune with it. How do you make Read more…
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 my intercessions and decided to meditate. Suddenly, I was caught up in the whirlwind of Read more…
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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 are rearranging the chairs in heaven”.That worked, I guess because I became unafraid of loud 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 for something that is unimportant to you, it just does not make any sense – 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 Why me, why me, I asked? If not you, then who endless silence answered. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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 where Let the last be WITH JESUS. +++++++++++++++++++++ Even if you don’t pray that much 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 is not an illusion. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I feel like an abandoned woman’s scarf fluttering on the Read more…