What is life if those you cherish and love are not there to share it with you?
To share with you those priceless moments in time
What is life when the maxim…..
“Out of sight is out of mind” is applied to you.
How painful, is it that when you needed those cheers, smiles, encouragement and wishes
They were yet wanting
Even from your loved ones
Oh how the tables have turned against us.
Oh how more heart rending is it,
That when you thought that love is reciprocal,
Fate turned around and gave you a big blow,
Such that those you showed love failed to express same to you.
My angel, it is really painful that your thoughtfulness was not reciprocated
Vis-à-vis the commemoration of your day of birth
As much as you did think of mine.
You may be justified in your thinking
As one call to show how much care
And love and respect someone has towards you might have made the day,
But lo! It was absent.
You mean so much
Even in the brief moment we shared together
You have left indelible prints on my life
That I will live to reminiscent the beauty of your kindness.
Words cannot say it all,
But on days as these we should take time to recount the memories of the past
And to weigh ourselves on life’s balancing scale
And ask……..” how far”?
To many people you mean many things
But to me the two decades you have lived have been invested
In making life a joyful and beautiful experience for others
I take off my hat for you,
The child of a second decade
I wish you all the best of life, love, happiness, goodness and great heights
Keep keeping on and keep moving (forward oh!)
Written in honor of a treasured friend. July 2005
Saturday, December 19, 2009
THE STING OF HUMAN SEXUALITY
What a creation!
Yet the creator beholds them all and says they are good!
The root of many’s fall
The gift that causes ruin.
Is that sexuality?
It is expressed in different ways and manner
Men and women having varied media of expression
Most times the most heralded are the base expressions
The crudest means are the most celebrated
Oh! What a gift.
Women express theirs in ludicrous ways
Through barely or lightly covered cleavages they call for attention
Through skirts way above the knee, they call for prodding eyes
Through tight tops, they shout without words
See these pair, catch a glimpse of nature’s gift.
Men express theirs in even more complicated means
They throw dough at the women and get them crawling
They speak words engraved with deceit, yet seducing women
They hide behind shadows to catch a glimpse of her nudity
Oh! What wreckage lies between the legs?
Does the creator of man truly love?
Why give us a gift that would cause so much harm?
You charge the godly unmarried man to preserve this gift
Waiting for that woman to whom alone he is worthy of conjugal union
Oh! What a duel, in which your enemy has more sophisticated weaponry.
Now I understand the mystery of humanity
Now I can catch a glimpse of his intent
Now I comprehend the theology found in John 15
Where the young and handsome son of the creator said
“Cut off from me, you can do NOTHING”.
Our adversary is stronger, our enemy is mightier,
Each new day he re-invents more base means of expressing sexuality
He created pornography and made it seem both enjoyable and profitable
He created indecency and called it fashion
He created fornication and called it love-making.
Where can you go to hide from the reality of his invention?
In God we can find a Shelter.
The road to this shelter may be covered with thorns and twists
To walk this road you must wear: discipline, self-control and perseverance
Oh! So there is still respite.
When next your adversary comes,
Claded in his manifold forms: pornography, indecency, lust, fornication
Do not stand to fight, because by strength you cannot prevail
Run to the shelter where the creator of your adversary
Would stand and fight this fight with you.
Gracias, the walk of moral rectitude and chastity is a tiring one
Though you fall, you must rise and keep walking.
Yet the creator beholds them all and says they are good!
The root of many’s fall
The gift that causes ruin.
Is that sexuality?
It is expressed in different ways and manner
Men and women having varied media of expression
Most times the most heralded are the base expressions
The crudest means are the most celebrated
Oh! What a gift.
Women express theirs in ludicrous ways
Through barely or lightly covered cleavages they call for attention
Through skirts way above the knee, they call for prodding eyes
Through tight tops, they shout without words
See these pair, catch a glimpse of nature’s gift.
Men express theirs in even more complicated means
They throw dough at the women and get them crawling
They speak words engraved with deceit, yet seducing women
They hide behind shadows to catch a glimpse of her nudity
Oh! What wreckage lies between the legs?
Does the creator of man truly love?
Why give us a gift that would cause so much harm?
You charge the godly unmarried man to preserve this gift
Waiting for that woman to whom alone he is worthy of conjugal union
Oh! What a duel, in which your enemy has more sophisticated weaponry.
Now I understand the mystery of humanity
Now I can catch a glimpse of his intent
Now I comprehend the theology found in John 15
Where the young and handsome son of the creator said
“Cut off from me, you can do NOTHING”.
Our adversary is stronger, our enemy is mightier,
Each new day he re-invents more base means of expressing sexuality
He created pornography and made it seem both enjoyable and profitable
He created indecency and called it fashion
He created fornication and called it love-making.
Where can you go to hide from the reality of his invention?
In God we can find a Shelter.
The road to this shelter may be covered with thorns and twists
To walk this road you must wear: discipline, self-control and perseverance
Oh! So there is still respite.
When next your adversary comes,
Claded in his manifold forms: pornography, indecency, lust, fornication
Do not stand to fight, because by strength you cannot prevail
Run to the shelter where the creator of your adversary
Would stand and fight this fight with you.
Gracias, the walk of moral rectitude and chastity is a tiring one
Though you fall, you must rise and keep walking.
RECKLESS LIVING
Sometimes I am lost in wonder amazed
How men live each passing moment
As though the next would never come
What a pitiful state mankind exists in.
They drink every strong liquor
Alcohol never passes them by
They gulp down passionately as though their lives depend on it
What hopelessness!
The glory of chastity has been demystified
The beauty of fidelity has been traded for ashes
The virtue of virginity, a dignified and unfathomable mystery
What value is left in mankind?
Womanhood has lost her glory,
The images of glory that once entrapped man of womanhood
All lost to the speed of technology and fashion
What a shame!
The discipline that, once men were Claded in, a passing illusion
He bemoans the debasement of womanhood, and yet contributes to its fall
He throws money at her and commands the narcissism out of her
Poor women, how many of them can resist?
I dream of a world where mankind walks with honor
Where women walk tall with pride, honor and self-dignity
A world order where all men are committed to inexplicable integrity
Then and only then can the world come close to the purpose of its creation.
Written while thinking of how low men and women alike have reduced the standard of values and uprightness. 10 September, 2009.
How men live each passing moment
As though the next would never come
What a pitiful state mankind exists in.
They drink every strong liquor
Alcohol never passes them by
They gulp down passionately as though their lives depend on it
What hopelessness!
The glory of chastity has been demystified
The beauty of fidelity has been traded for ashes
The virtue of virginity, a dignified and unfathomable mystery
What value is left in mankind?
Womanhood has lost her glory,
The images of glory that once entrapped man of womanhood
All lost to the speed of technology and fashion
What a shame!
The discipline that, once men were Claded in, a passing illusion
He bemoans the debasement of womanhood, and yet contributes to its fall
He throws money at her and commands the narcissism out of her
Poor women, how many of them can resist?
I dream of a world where mankind walks with honor
Where women walk tall with pride, honor and self-dignity
A world order where all men are committed to inexplicable integrity
Then and only then can the world come close to the purpose of its creation.
Written while thinking of how low men and women alike have reduced the standard of values and uprightness. 10 September, 2009.
THE PLACE OF THE ROD
In all areas of human perambulation
In all spheres of homo sapience sojourn
In all circles of life’s endeavors
The rod has a place.
In career, the rod is needed to ensure
Accuracy is not submerged under the canopy of speed
You need the rod to ensure that sleep is taken
Only after work is completed and not because it is night
In the academia, the rod is needed to arrive at the pinnacle of excellence
To break the ice of incompetence and lack of idea
To stand tall among peers and be distinguished
The spicing ingredient is the rod.
In relationships, the rod is that scepter that strikes a balance,
Character and virtue is not traded on the platform of beauty and vanity
The glory and sacrosanctity of fidelity is not traded for reckless sexual habit
The joy of purity and moral rectitude ranked high above lust and vain passions.
In Christianity, the rod is the sword
Striking and piercing to the point where the joints and bone marrow meets
The point within where the vagaries of life cannot reach without a pass
The rod ensures grace is not trodden under the feet of sin.
The rod is discipline as is seen in the Shepherd’s psalm
The rod ensures long-term values are not traded for short-term bliss
It is the cruelest teacher with the heart of a mother
May I be patient enough to be instructed under your tutorship and carried in the peace
Of your womb; for my birth would be in the realms of glory.
Written when I placed a question-mark on my discipline, losing it to passing joy.
In all spheres of homo sapience sojourn
In all circles of life’s endeavors
The rod has a place.
In career, the rod is needed to ensure
Accuracy is not submerged under the canopy of speed
You need the rod to ensure that sleep is taken
Only after work is completed and not because it is night
In the academia, the rod is needed to arrive at the pinnacle of excellence
To break the ice of incompetence and lack of idea
To stand tall among peers and be distinguished
The spicing ingredient is the rod.
In relationships, the rod is that scepter that strikes a balance,
Character and virtue is not traded on the platform of beauty and vanity
The glory and sacrosanctity of fidelity is not traded for reckless sexual habit
The joy of purity and moral rectitude ranked high above lust and vain passions.
In Christianity, the rod is the sword
Striking and piercing to the point where the joints and bone marrow meets
The point within where the vagaries of life cannot reach without a pass
The rod ensures grace is not trodden under the feet of sin.
The rod is discipline as is seen in the Shepherd’s psalm
The rod ensures long-term values are not traded for short-term bliss
It is the cruelest teacher with the heart of a mother
May I be patient enough to be instructed under your tutorship and carried in the peace
Of your womb; for my birth would be in the realms of glory.
Written when I placed a question-mark on my discipline, losing it to passing joy.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
WHEN KINDNESS GREETS
Its reality is awesome
Its gifts are highly priced
Its losses are colossal
Its pangs most excruciating.
When it beckons, the greatest bow
When it resonates, the bravest reels
When it shouts, the orator stutters
Such is the might of kindness.
In packages of paper, gold is wrapped
The careless, never notice it
The anxious never perceive it
But the patient waits and takes.
The kind hearted are always cherished
Their virtues envied
Their love savored with sweetness
But such hearts are rare to find.
Your kindness would forever resonate
The great and the small would honor you for it
But always the stories of your kindness
My lips would never cease to tell
(Written in Honor of Dillina Nnabuife)
THEY NEVER GO
Priced above rubies
Cherished above shining pearls
Treasured beyond Gold
Admired more than diamond stones
They are friends.
The impact of thunder fades away
The paths created by earthquakes would wither
Lands eroded by storms soon gain life
Houses pulled down by bulldozers, soon are re-constructed
But lost friends what can replace?
At-times when it seems like life has blown its worst
At-times when tears flow like rivers
At times when no one would ever understand
At times when living matters least
They are there.
They never get tired
They are never wearied
Their shoulders, though soaked in tears, never tired to receive more
Their ears, though bombarded with worries of a troubled friend, still receptive
They are real friends.
Take all the wealth away
Take all my possessions away
Take all that seems so tall and mighty
Take them all
But never take away the comfort of a true friend. Their memories would never go.
(Written to celebrate the value of real friends who have walked through my life)
Cherished above shining pearls
Treasured beyond Gold
Admired more than diamond stones
They are friends.
The impact of thunder fades away
The paths created by earthquakes would wither
Lands eroded by storms soon gain life
Houses pulled down by bulldozers, soon are re-constructed
But lost friends what can replace?
At-times when it seems like life has blown its worst
At-times when tears flow like rivers
At times when no one would ever understand
At times when living matters least
They are there.
They never get tired
They are never wearied
Their shoulders, though soaked in tears, never tired to receive more
Their ears, though bombarded with worries of a troubled friend, still receptive
They are real friends.
Take all the wealth away
Take all my possessions away
Take all that seems so tall and mighty
Take them all
But never take away the comfort of a true friend. Their memories would never go.
(Written to celebrate the value of real friends who have walked through my life)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
THE PANGS OF GRATITUDE
It seems simple to offer
Common to receive the offer
Common parlance amongst beggars
Same among borrowers
It is thank you.
Little wonder the brace that comes
The joy it foretells
And the peace it dispels
Is clouded in commonness and seeming simpletude
But lo! Kindness is golden
Kindness is precious
Kindness is irreplaceable
Kindness is love with a human face.
Its twin brother is gratitude
Its closest relative is thankfulness
Its bosom friend is love itself
Its mother is GOD.
You have redefined kindness
You have made it available at moments least expected
I remain eternally indebted to you.
Gratitude cannot be simplified if it proceeds from gems like you.
(Written in contemplation of an undeserved display of kindness from a friend)
Common to receive the offer
Common parlance amongst beggars
Same among borrowers
It is thank you.
Little wonder the brace that comes
The joy it foretells
And the peace it dispels
Is clouded in commonness and seeming simpletude
But lo! Kindness is golden
Kindness is precious
Kindness is irreplaceable
Kindness is love with a human face.
Its twin brother is gratitude
Its closest relative is thankfulness
Its bosom friend is love itself
Its mother is GOD.
You have redefined kindness
You have made it available at moments least expected
I remain eternally indebted to you.
Gratitude cannot be simplified if it proceeds from gems like you.
(Written in contemplation of an undeserved display of kindness from a friend)
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