That Which Isn’t and Yet Is.

I am the antithesis of what is considered light.
I am passivity, I am negation.
Where there is evil I am good.
Where there is good I am evil.
Where there is life I am death.
And where there is death I am life.
I exist on every plane and in every realm
I am nothing but what you say I am.
For when you say to yourself this I AM,
Then I AM, that which you are not.
I am opposition, I am adversity.
I am that which you despise.
I am who you refuse to acknowledge.
I am the thorn in your flesh,
The messenger of Satan.
My blows are relentless, but the punches are yours.
I hurt you with that which you hurt yourself.
My strength comes from obscurity,
My power from ignorance
I am with you always, every step of the way.
I exist to teach the sons of men balance
Enhancing every things shape and form.
Making them real, making them whole.
Through adversity and through negation I prevent stagnation.
I keep them moving.
I give them something to run from,
Something to run to,
Something to fight.
I sharpen their senses.
I force men to open their eyes
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I saw the fault in our stars (by Okparanyota Odafe Angello)

In the eyes truth is held,
With the lips truth is said,
Something beyond our control,
We wake up one morning to see we are alive,
We fit into our God given role.

Why was i given this particular life?
I cannot understand the ways of the mighty;
Why is it filled with strife?
Why do i work in the rain?
Then wake up to harvest in vain.

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Intellectual Chemistry

Someone once said to me “Intimacy is the peak of any relationship, once I can’t get it,the relationship is a waste of time. “As much as I wished to affirm this statement because of who he was, I found myself vehemently refuting it. The issue wasn’t the statement in itself, it wasn’t even about the disgusting certainty with which he spilled out something that only appeared to be truth. I didn’t even attempt swallowing it simply because the intimacy he spoke so strongly about was physical intimacy and I was undeniably of the opinion that intimacy should not be purely physical. This is not at all about physical intimacy. It’s about a part of us that is often crushed in the grinds of neglect as we tow the boats of relationship with our significant others – Our intellect.

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Ambition (By Hohenheim)

It is a figment of the imagination.
It is born from our perception of ourselves, our ego; of whom we ought to be, to cover up our insecurities .
We invest in ambition to tell us who we are, to prove to others and ourselves about us and without it we we think, we are nothing.
Oh man, look within yourself, see the real you, through the eyes of divine to know, that there is nothing to prove to anyone or to yourself, address your insecurities as you are above them. For who we truly are is divine.

With this healthy perception of ourselves, we live not for ambition but to simply fulfill our role, which is to live, to create, love and above all give life.


Love is a concept not new to us. Many of us may be tired of seeing and hearing about it, in fact. A lot of us are familiar with the common kinds of love, but I’m going to briefly describe eight kinds of love.
The first is Eros, the erotic love which centres on sexual desires and focuses on satisfying the needs of the body. The second is Philia, the brotherly or affectionate love which is fueled by the mind. The third is Storge, a familiar love, felt between parents and children. It is the love felt among kinship characterised by familiarity. The fourth is Ludus, the playful love, signified by the “butterflies” and the fluttering of the heart and the flirting associated with the initial stages of falling in love. The fifth is Mania, the obsessive love, where a person desperately wants to feel loved and valued to the extent of feeling they cannot do without their lover, becoming excessive in the way they show love. The sixth is Pragma, the enduring love, which is a mature kind of love that has developed over time and age, typically seen in couples married for long years. The seventh is Philautia, or self love, not narcissistic but a healthy love of self, a love from which the love of others stem out from. The eight is the Agape love, the selfless love, the highest, purest, unconditional love that remains regardless of the nature of the person being loved.

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…And everything on earth will happen at the right time – This love thing does happen at the right time.
At some point you begin to desire the euphoric feeling of love, the continuous care from the one you would call bae, the words of love from the lips of the precious one which drips of sweet honey. This is a good feeling which shouldn’t be ignored as the heart of a man desires to be intimate and loved by another.
Love is strong, it makes the proud humble. Love makes you see the imperfect as perfect. Love keeps you happy. Nothing can put this love out, not even fire nor flood. Love is the greatest.
Love happens everywhere and everyday but most times, this usually lasts for a very short period because the act of patience was ignored. If only you would just WAIT, this love thing happens at the right time.

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Letter to my old lover

Dear Ex,
I fell in love because I didn’t know better, I was born in love with you in a world where loving you didn’t feel so wrong. With you I thought I had good times. You enticed me with things I thought were necessary but now; I realize they aren’t worth my salt. I didn’t think I was missing out on anything. O how you misled me; holding my hand all the way to destruction but I didn’t know better.
I didn’t know things were wrong until someone called out to me. I was reluctant at first and didn’t feel like I deserved him because of all the guilt and shame I felt for being with you. He got closer, introduced himself to me and the more I got to know him the more in love I fell. I knew that those things we shared didn’t matter. You only blinded me from what could have been.

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A Good and Faithful servant gets a deserved rest (A tribute)


His uniquely fierce voice drilled the simple message of salvation into the hearts of hundreds of millions during his lifetime.

For the most part of Tuesday 20th February 2018 and the early hours of the following day, Wednesday the 21st, there was a persistent nudging in a mind to write about a favorite General of Faith.

3:18pm Wednesday afternoon, I got a text from a friend, albeit an unlikely source. The news? One of the most prominent labourers in the field of the Master of the 20th Century had gone to be with the one who sent him.

The Reverend William Franklin Graham Jr had passed on 9 months short of his centenary anniversary.

The General of Faith whose life I had the urge to write about had changed address like he told us he would eventually

“Someday you will read or hear that Billy Graham is dead- don’t you believe a word of it. I shall be more alive than I am now. I will just have changed my address. I will have gone into the presence of God”- Billy Graham

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Emotional Blasphemy

They see your rod on them more than they see your sword for them.
Your alms bid ”come” but your arms seed thorns.
You crucify their feelings and pay homage to treachery.
Deliver fairness with a grimy visage yet you term it ‘clean’.
Saying you’d fight for them when you are best friends with their enemies? Emotional blasphemy!

You want the love you are not willing to give.
You’re the everlasting receptacle yet you diagnose him of ‘closefisted’ the very once he said ‘Not now.’
He is the perpetual defaulter who needs to sacrifice and you are the goddess who strikes at every unpleasing sacrifice.
How do you want to get convinced that he is not cheating when you are so sure that all men cheat. Telling people he doesn’t care much, when he is almost making you his primary assignment on earth? Emotional blasphemy! Continue reading “Emotional Blasphemy”

The Illusion of ‘Self’

Dependence refers to the reliance on something or someone. This is a concept that is becoming increasingly obsolete in our society today. In our “me” centered society we have grown to adopt the belief that an inability to exert full autonomy implies weakness and immaturity. Perhaps the society is right. I mean, we’ve all had those moments when we’ve wished we didn’t have to depend on our parents for money, shelter, or even our education. However, while we’re all getting caught up in the struggle for independence amongst each other, there’s a need to remind ourselves who the actual only sovereign, only autonomous, only independent being in this world is; the only individual who can boast of Himself as the “I am”. I believe you know who I refer to. A problem ensues when we involve Him in our obsession for independence, when we attempt to be independent from Him.

This problem is what I refer to as the ‘illusion of self’ or simply, ‘self’. I refer to ‘self’ as an illusion because in reality, there is no “us” without “Him”, just like there is no branch without the vine. It will therefore make no sense for such a branch to boast of an identity of its own. It probably is the worst kind of idolatry to ever be practiced. Man shifts his focus from God to an idol that his himself. Rather than be dependent on God, man depends on himself. Remember that the reason God hates idolatry is because it challenges his sovereignty by attempting to create a substitute for Him.

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I live with the enemy; He’s Me.

“War, huh, yeah! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing”

Edwin Starr, War.

While you (reader of this article) may agree very strongly with Edwin Starr’s lyrics, I will be upfront about my slight dissent from this view. At this very moment, my reluctant fingers and agog computer keyboard will attest to the difficulty in converting my thoughts into words, not because that which I type is false, but because certain truths are not easy to tell. Regardless, my truth:

I have done something dire and they know it.

“He should’ve used his head!”, they whisper.

But what happens when his head is his enemy

And his mind, the culprit?

The puppet continues to wield its own strings,

Caging its master in the delusion of his autonomy.

In reality, his mind isn’t his,

Not now, not yet.

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Money in the Bank (by Olubusola Oladeinde)

People go through life not knowing what to get. Men walk the face of the earth thinking “Where would my resources come from?” But there is money in the bank waiting for the men of the earth. This money in the bank is sitting gathering dust. In order to get, one must draw near, but before one draws near, he must heed the call of another.

Men of the earth, O men of the earth!
The first man doesn’t know if there is money or not. He can’t hear people calling out. So, he never discovers that the money is gathering dust.

The second man knows. He has heard whispers but he doesn’t know where to look. He’s not covering the distance; he’s not drawing near.

The third man, the ignorant third man. He knows where the bank is but chooses to be uninterested, thinking, “Why should I draw near? Why should I receive?”
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Look within (by Hohenheim)

There was once a king in a distant land, his city was excellent yet he desired more. In that region, his kingdom was one of many Kingdoms; all more splendid than his, so glorious and wonderful than any thought could fathom. This king, day after day stood at the wall of his kingdom gazing over the vast land into these other kingdoms admiring their beauty, their splendour and their unimaginable greatness. With each day that passed, with each gaze, his heart grew sour, full of sadness and despair and he desired more than anything for his kingdom to be like these kingdoms in their statures as he thought nothing could be more than these. So he set out to fulfill his desire and employed every art and science to achieve this goal. Still unable to fulfill his desire, he grew more and more frustrated and so, he sought the help of magic.
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Dear Sex,
From your posts on Instagram, I understand you’re doing really great. Today, I’m writing to you because I feel it’s high time someone told you the truth about yourself.

Honestly, to most citizens of the Unmarried State, you are cool, welcoming and wonderful. You are exciting, engaging and satisfactory. I must say, that’s really commendable.
Nevertheless, I hold a few resentments against you. You are largely deceptive. First you’ve artfully convinced most people in this state into believing that your second name is ‘love’. You didn’t stop there. You went on to coerce them to rain applauses on you, cheering you by the nicknames you carved up for yourself and day after day they hail ‘’ …and here comes ultimate ROMANCE..’’ ‘’Let’s welcome almighty FUN, the commander of pleasures!’’

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La dolce vita; Italian for the sweet life or the good life, is a 1960 Italian drama film which shows Marcello Rubini, a journalist writing for gossip magazines, over seven days and nights on his journey through the “sweet life” of Rome in a fruitless search for love and happiness.

Like Marcello, a lot of us are leading fruitless lives, sadly more than seven days and nights. Love and happiness are important ingredients that spice up life and make it worth living. They are not magical feelings meant for a selected few, contrary to the beliefs of some people. That conclusion comes about when we become exhausted, constantly searching for the right thing(s) in the wrong place(s) or doing the right thing(s) too little or too much.

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A Proud Heart

Pride is the most dangerous of the seven deadly sins. As it has often been said to be the root, from which the others originate. However it goes deeper than being arrogant or pompous. Pride is a character that is rooted in self-sufficiency and self-confidence. It comes from the misconceived notion that we are something on our own. Meanwhile, in truth there’s only one self-sufficient being in the whole universe or universes. If we are sustained or dependent on the self-sufficient one for everything from our lives to the construction of our personalities and intellect, then it makes no sense for a person to boast. Pride is therefore when one thinks of himself more highly than he ought to.

Boast not against the branches. But if thou boast, thou bearest not the root, but the root thee.  Rom 11:18
Shall the axe boast itself against him that heweth therewith? or shall the saw magnify itself against him that shaketh it?  as if the rod should shake itself against them that lift it up, or as if the staff should lift up itself, as if it were no wood. Isaiah 10:15
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All about the Scars

In September 2001, I was 8 years old. I knew little about life and pain. Life to me was a playground and the only pain I knew was whips. I enjoyed playing until play became pain.
I had an elbow dislocation while playing on a swing. In that instant, I understood the meaning of the word anguish.
Several months rolled by and I had gone from severe pain to numbness. It was a swift trip from dislocation to necrosis. My fingers took various colours and lost all memories about how to move.
The doctors gave their verdict. The limb is gone, we have to amputate.
Does amputate mean what I think it means? Will my parents give their consent to remove a whole limb?

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So, I watch Game of Thrones…


Beyond the exhilarating tussle amongst the various nobles and exiled heiress (aka. Daenarys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons) for the illustrious Iron throne, the show has caught the attention of many for reasons other than its remarkable plot. It is quite difficult to miss the gratuitous bouts of sexual raunchiness, extreme bloody violence and the ubiquitous depictions of cultural and religious taboos that shadow the HBO chef d’oeuvre.

In a bid to protect another similarly vulnerable ‘Iron throne’ housed within the confines of my skull’s red keep, I have wrestled with the decision on whether or not to watch the blockbuster a myriad of times. The series has in fact cycled between the recycle bin and video folder of my computer a couple of times. My surmise was that, one can only see so many gory decapitations and rapes before thoughts related to the aforementioned become implanted in the maze of his mind, seeking an escape route to a less ephemeral and more tangible aspect of his humanity, expression.

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The Gospel on the frontline

The Climax of the movie ‘Selma’ (2014) saw Actor David Oyelowo re-enact Rev. Martin Luther King Jr’s passionate speech on the steps of the Alabama State Capitol after a successful march in March 1965. He recited the first stanza of what is now known as the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’.

“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord…” he cried. Then with “Glory Hallelujah! His (God’s) truth is matching on,” he roared in conclusion, sending his audience into raptures and earning himself a rousing ovation.

They had won!

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