This Baby came by…

The world is lit because centuries ago light came in swaddling clothes 

Life came as life in a babyborn

Joy came to dispel the plots of despair 

Today the world is still lit and will ever be as light shines on in the plunge and dark carverns 

A baby came by and hope arrived, today our world is lit in the midst of this dark matter 

Life crawled and snuggled her way up into stature truth and wisdom…

A baby came by, a king came by, victories came by and mercy sold out

He came by to salvage and restore…

He came by to light up our dying world again…

This baby sure came by…

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If…

I imagine 

if He was mortal and human with regard for discord …

if He was so unrepentantly angry…

If He did not die 

If He had not opened the scrolls 

If He was not crucified or born at all

If His mercy was not  tender or truth enduring generations 

If He gave broken promises 

I imagine 

If He cut my hands and feet off that so easily haste to evil

If He was not disinclined to my  sinful machinations 

If He did not give up nations for me

If He was not mindful of me or you 

If He took the sun and moon away 

I imagine 

If the mornings failed to come or the firmaments fell upon us

If He did not discomfit Egypt or bind Ethiopia 

If He did not raise Cyrus or save jairus 

If He was not king over all 

If He was not lord eternal 

I imagine 

If He was me 

If He let my unfaithfulness get to him 

If He did nor preserve me

If He did not ignore my frailty 

I imagine ….

Chatty Palpitations…


Every touch …every stare…every glide…

Skin over skin… heart to heart…

Yet non-verbal,we speak so loud to each other …the silence much louder then the very breathe from our nostrils…

It’s the moments with you that bring a bliss, refuels my inward and makes me want more …

More than just unspoken conversations…more than…church speeches or after sermon conversations…

You are chatty but also I find your silence bliss because in them a milion dreams are hatched …

Your petite frame keeps my eyes from wondering over no other matter  but about a depth in unsearched…

I want to reach deep down within to fetch of the sweetness of the honey, spill the life that soon will blossom to the world of haters and lovers…

You give me palpitations and my cogitations fail me…so all I want is you!

N/b image sourced from google( mixed by sami shehadeh|| displate)

Flashlights

Let me tell you a story that’s never been more true. Right across you over the fences, some place stinky and smelly, next to graves, your neighborhood…graves that keep taking in souls of brothers and sisters all over…just right next to you…

Just a few paces away,ill, sick and dying…begging to be free,maybe for a coin or two…yet by the same aisle and pedestrian path;we walk daily in the discontented poise we mince and bounce along this ingratitude yet in priced apparels and shameless banter …amongst ourselves, giving excuses for neglecting the derelict…

Amidst this unappealing scenerio, there’s a clarion call to play hero, maybe manifest as the chosen; choiced and selected for good works such as true religion …however limited in a stretch to the masses it spreads, yet pleasing, if just to only a few wretched hands; parched and scarred from relentless tillage of unyielding grounds… There is the king’s business to feed them and give a smile in process… It’s pretty urgent now because this is a dark tunnel and souls are fainting in human casings 

In this tunnel we need our lights…we need  yours & we need mine…we need lights to beam beyond the now…to glow in the dark and end the groping …we need the you and I to brighten this path!

Mico (short stories)

She was just the tea girl at the café across the street…never happy nor smiling. She wore the grimiest face and made no more talk than the customer order routine speech until one day she saw the rainbow in distressed blue jeans and peach colored Tees …she felt a shiver as he walked briskly across the street towards the café in the most elegant smile…then instantly it seemed to drizzle, her clouds gathered and some lightening struck her awe struck demeanour…he had spoken just two sentences to her ; ”hi sweets, can I please have a cup of your sweet coffee?” 

“And erm…if I may, your name because you look like you need a cup of me…” 

Mico had never been told or called anything sweet…the very last time she heard sweets was at her mom’s death bed after surviving a ghastly car accident for just a few days…mico needed to hear that life was simply possible even in the darkest of places…

He’s name was Jin! Jin wore the bravest of smile in elegance and affection because he had so much to give of love…he had smiled because he wanted the coffee without pay …he got the coffee but had paid unknowingly in a much grander way…

Give mico a Jin today!