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My New Year Thoughts

As we draw closer to the new year, I know many of us are going to have a field day at our various ‘overs’ services  be it Crossover, Passover, Walkover, Jumpover or Hangover to usher in the new year and in doing so we are going to conjure resolutions for the new year but one question I want each and every one of you to answer  in relation to your life as the New Year approaches is, what if an angel were to creep after you tonight, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that angel? Or would you answer, ‘Never have I heard anything more divine’?  I can just picture your faces with a lot of you asking yourselves what I’m driving at with such a question.

Most often than not we have our lifestyles tuned by the turning up of every new year by making outrageous resolutions and to make matters worse most Pastors are going to prophesy cars, mansions, good jobs, good wife/husband, fat bank accounts among many things into our lives and in most cases it is those of us who represent the proverbial man who doesn’t have a veranda yet wants to go buy a monkey for keeps, are the ones going to shout the loudest amen without thinking of whether or not it is within our capabilities or whether  is really God’s plan for their lives. Just imagine someone living in a rented chamber and hall apartment driving a Jaguar or a Range Rover and parking it right by the house. Hehehehe If I were the landlord I will triple the rent. Funny enough most of us have dreams that are synonymous to this scenario and indeed want to live these dreams. Don’t get me wrong, I know God is still a miracle working God but when you do not put in the effort to lift the load to the knee level how will someone be prompted to help you place it on your head?

Now back to the question and what I think. Most of us are not comfortable with our lives and seek to improve upon it with the turning of every New Year and are caught in the euphoria of making resolutions and dreaming big and are the ones who will curse the angel. There is nothing wrong with having such dream but no one plants maize seeds and expects to harvest yam when the farming season ends. We tend to forget to look at the previous year in retrospect. Let me state categorically that I’m yet to find that pro who makes all his/her New Year’s resolution come to pass and no matter how hard I search, I’m unable to find that one person who has come achieved whatever resolutions he has set, since there are a lot of elements out there that determine our line of actions and what becomes of them at every point in time. Do I know of anyone who will say it is the most divine thing the angel has offered? No! Man has always been known to want comfort and peace and therefore I do not envisage anyone wanting to go through the pains, hustle and tussle of his life over and over again with the same results

Rather than committing oneself to try to change immediately when the New Year is upon us,  I believe we individually and collectively must take pride in the goals have chosen for ourselves, and  we don’t choose a time limit in which to accomplish them. Change takes time, and doesn’t happen overnight. The New Year is inspiring in choosing goals in the first place, and if you think of having all the time in the world to accomplish them, the goals become more of a reality than a daunting feat. I tend to not make resolutions when the New Year creeps in, rather, I take a silent inventory of the past year and learn from the trial and errors of the year prior and look at the New Year like a test to improve upon. I look back on what I can work on and how far I can go in the year ahead, and try not to pressure myself into making change. Change happens on its own and you don’t need a New Year to improve your life. So as we usher in a New Year tomorrow, please do not go looking for a walking stick that is taller than you but rather choose a walking stick that suits you. Just look at your life in relation to others as the story of a piece charcoal and a piece of mahogany. A piece of charcoal has been through fire and smoke and mahogany has been through nothing yet they are as black as each other. We may all be heading towards one goal(success in life) but God in his own wisdom has carved different pathways in terms of life experiences for each one of us to get there. Trust me with your belief and faith in God coupled with your hard work, perseverance and determination you shall make it.

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Posted by on December 31, 2012 in ARTICLES

 

Hamattarn

The wells of mother earth run dry

And her voice is lost

The winds’ whistle patchy and hoarse

like the sound of the drumming of a cracked calabash on water

The songs of the birds trapped in silence

As trees and grasses are adorned in dry golden brown costumes of dust

The rattles of freedom songs of seeds bursting out of prison pouches

With dreams of germinating heard in the scorchy afternoon

Children are painted ghostly like old white washed huts

Illuminated by dying out wickets of the lantern

For not offering well-oiled bodies as exhibits to its sight

Young men scout for prospective wives

By examining the legs of damsels who walk past them

With a smile on their well-oiled lips

Unoiled Lower lips crack open in the middle

And choruses of ush and whush escape lips

When pepper and hot spices from the evening’s meal kiss our lips

The dawn shivers and touches us with its cold icy hands

As cracked unkept heels like an over roasted piece of yam in fire

pull off the sheets from our mats at night

As we snuggle and cuddle our dry mats

Bachelors wish they were married

Married men with petite wives wish they were a little fleshier

Wives are happy husbands will stay home and not spend most of the time on the farm

Gourds after gourds of palmwine are emptied everyday

to keep the throats of the men wet, to boast of their harvests and achievements

For the trade winds from the Sahara Desert have come to visit again

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2012 in Poems

 

I Love You

I don’t even know what songs

would please you. I had given up trying

to recognize you in

Paths that I walk

Yet, each time, you just walked past me and vanished.

So I went down to the river

I sat down at the bank.

I tried to think but couldn’t

So I jumped in and sank.

Then felt your warm embrace

For the waters were still dizzy with your presence

Awakening the sweet songs of the dreamy dawn’s gossips

That made the skies weep the dews

Which freshen the dry seed of my hopes

Then I am pulled out

And placed in the arms of your love

The winds whisper

Asking me how do I love you

I don’t know how others love

or how people loved in the past.

I live, watching you.

Being in love with you is nature.

Of everything I have heard,

it’s your sweet breath I want to go on hearing:

of everything I’ve felt,

it is your half mooned smile I want to feel

eclipse me in your warmth

I am moved by the music of the waist beads

Of your walking dreams and aspirations

I love you to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when you are out of sight yet within my reach

I love you to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, between the opening and closing of heaven’s eye

I love you freely, as men strive for freedom and rights.

I love you purely, as a child’s friendship.

I love you with the passion put to use

In my true grieves, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love you with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love you better after death.

Put my eyes out, I’ll still see you.

Make me deaf, I’ll still hear you.

Take my feet, I’ll fly to you,

And without a mouth I will still swear your name.

Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you

with my heart as with a hand.

Halt my heart, and my thoughts will start to beat.

And if you burn my thoughts

I’ll feel you burn in every drop

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2012 in Poems