Beside his bunk bed
was a short wooden table
hidden by the cloak of dark
that rested upon the room’s brow
the weight of the air was heavy
and his restless outline of a face, sunken.
His peer slid off the edges
of the plastered wall
onto the bosom of that miserable table
In it’s chest stood his gain
and most treasured companion
…A dark bottle of cheap liquor!
Proverbs 6:6 (NIV) “Go to the ant, you sluggard;consider its ways and be wise!” Amen.
Most at times, we are only interested in accumulating earthly gains and forget to store for ourselves treasures in Heaven. Where do we put our energy? Have we any wealth up above where we can turn to in case of our passing on?
Let us remind ourselves that we are just passing through this world and our stay here is temporal. So in as much as we strive to live comfortably here on earth, our entire focus must above all be on God for that is where we will spend eternity. We should be wise and hardworking as the ant that stores its provisions in summer and gathers its food at harvest. We do not know when we will be called or when Christ will come for the second time, so now is the time to get busy!
Start the week by recognising your path in the Lord’s vineyard. Put all your strength in doing God’s work. Quit been a sluggard! You are needed to labour for God.
Prayer is the one thing no one should part with. It is the only way we get to speak to Our Father in Heaven. Prayer must be a habit, something that we do not feel right without. When we make prayer a habit, it becomes difficult to forget to do it and we may even do it unknowingly.
When we pray, we must pray; giving reverence to The lord Almighty. We must put everything aside and realise who we are kneeling before. It isn’t enough to “just” pray. Do it in humility and with respect.
Sometimes, when praying we allow ourselves to be distracted by our cell phones and our tv sets and even our thoughts. Have you ever experienced yourself drifting to sleep whiles praying or even escaping into other thoughts whiles praying? Always make it a point to pray and do it right! You are not just in front of anybody but the Most High God!Give Him all your time and put everything else on hold when it comes to Our Lord. Do not take God for granted.
Blessings and have a glorious weekend <3
Have you seen gold in its raw state before it is processed? It is nothing compared to what it looks after. That shiny gold in your jewellery box had to go through fire to become what it is now; it had to go through a lot of heat to be made worth our precious gain.
In the same way, you will also go through a lot of trials to be that person you have been ordained to be. Now whoever said Christians are not tempted or tried? Or that followers of Christ are entitled to a smooth life? Then go back to The Word and see if you can re-live even the lives of the apostles…just the lives of the apostles. It is never true.
I do not know what you are going through in your life today but what I want to tell you is that, do not see those hot times as curses or punishments upon you. Know that many are the afflictions of the righteous and The Good Lord is preparing you for something big! Bigger than your imagination can tell. So when the going gets too tough, draw strength from Heaven.
Praise when you meet the dark days and sing when you cannot find words; make those tears happy ones for a crown of greatness awaits you. And if you continue to live in the Lord, All shall be well!
Happy Independence and a relaxing Holiday Ghana <3
It’s a beautiful new day and I want to share this thought with you.
Words…they have immense power to do good or evil; to impact positively or negatively. Proclaiming positive words into your life guides you on to the right path. Seeing the better side of everyone and everything elevates you to higher grounds.
No matter what you do or what happens in your life, shut your mind to negative thoughts and focus on all the good things. Stay fruitful through today by being a positive thinker.
Be blessed <3
In the realm where my pride once thrived
I sing a dirge
…a dirge to the battered souls whose voices time has collected in the cauldron of my shame
I sing of angry words spitting sorrowful tears
…of stones cast at my feet and The Word that slaps on my conscience
I sing of the grief that lines my heart and
for the breath that liberates but chokes my hub
Today, I call for my punctured will a writ of mercy
for these words that are mine and equal my life to my death
…None matters at all!
Ali: I see charm in your eyes, oh how they draw my feet into nothingness, poignant steps I do not wish to feel. It rips my being and it’s pain lurks around its appeal; to have a moment then not to have; to own one second and then not to own. ‘Tis this same pain I feel that brings me vast bliss. I cannot collect my thoughts together this time and my folly is tied to a callous love that cares for none but itself. So I continue to hound your heels like a wolf seeking blood and place a cap on your freedom. My folly is the answer to my insanity, and it will squeeze the joy out of me to let you go. I see in you beneath what everybody sees, beauty your captivating beauty and the fragility of your desire, a woman worth my blood. I love you so much it folds me into episodes of worry and bouts of jealous fits that another desires your love. Can he at least draw his sword for a duel? For I will slash with all my insanity his petty yearn and cast his breath away into a cave of darkness, lest he sees light again through your measly compassion.
June: You offend me Ali; you offend my thoughts with your charming words. You offend my will with your hard feelings. You Ali are my weakness and my strength to fight that weakness still is you. We both dance on a thin thread under heat of fury and rage of several other hearts. We sing a song unsung for decades and unlock mystic beyond our passionate breaths; climb above towers of conscience and descend below caves of scruples.
You…you make me want to throw a spear into the heavens and claim your life for me; to tell those gods they cannot write my destiny or un-write my fate as they please, but no! Their anger is not good for me; their wrath I cannot stand. For if by noon I defy them with a vile tongue, then by all means dusk will not see your last breath…or mine.
Ali: I want so much joy for you that I shall kneel…and so I kneel before them and implore their mercy and understanding. Surely, they must have felt this strong and burning longing sometime too. They would not; I think take us apart and deliver us to our possessors for that only I will jump into a bottomless chasm and smear my blood all over its walls should there be any then unto their conscience that they!… They took the one thing that gave me life and a reason to live.
June: Hush Ali, hush! For walls have ears and even the grounds speak words that we may have never spoken. You do not have to speak but I shall still listen; I hear through your silent lips, clear words and through your quiet eyes, spoken emotions. So hush…we shall not sell too much of ourselves to unfamiliar voids.
“…I have come from far dust, earth brown and dry winds; somewhere beyond nowhere. I am nine, the last of nine sisters with my fate unknown…”
Thirty-six months ago Pa’ died from a strange illness. They said nothing could make him live; not the herbs the priest boiled or the huge pills from the local health center. We went hungry each day until Ma’s friends began visiting. They were men who dressed like how I heard city people dressed and they wore shoes which shone like our metal buckets scrubbed with lime and fine sand.
They came with food; lots of food and new clothes. They gave Ma’ money sometimes; even Ma’ started dressing like them. She wore very nice clothes and kept her hair greased. But then each friend of Ma’ left with one of us with a promise to visit as soon as they could.
When Fausia our sixth left, she embraced me tight and tried to hide her face from me; I felt hot tears drop unto my bare back. Then she told me to be good to Ma’ and to stay with her always…no matter what.
Then Jamila, the last before me was to leave with a man too. He couldn’t even say her name properly; he called her “Jamra” which she disliked but Ma’ promised she would be very happy.
Many nights after, with Ma and I alone, there wasn’t much to do. I desired very much to see those eight again; we hadn’t heard anything from them and mother said she didn’t know where they were.
The days became shorter and the nights too long. The rains didn’t visit any longer and the ground was cracked as lightning. Leaves become yellow and some crusty brown and there was no sign of them.
Hungry and miserable Ma’ sat with her chin in her hands. She looked very thin and distant in thoughts.
Then suddenly she said “Mauna, you must find your path too.”
Two nights after, another of her friends came home. Ma’ laughed with him and looked happy to see him. Then late noon she packed my few clothes into a black nylon bag and said he had come to take me to my sisters. I was very happy but it suddenly dawned on me.
“But you mother! What about you? Who will take care of you?” I asked her
“Oh me? I will be here waiting for your return…all nine of you” then she smiled.
“Take care of her Yusif, she is the last” Ma said to him.
So his name is Yusif, I thought before I went to
mother and she kissed my cheek goodbye. I promised her I would return with my other sisters.
Yusif and I travelled for three dark nights and he gave me food and water each time I needed it. He didn’t speak much…only told me that my eight sisters were doing very well. That some were even in school.
School! I relished the thought of school. I heard they wore really pretty clothes and had shoes too. I couldn’t wait to wear one.
The morning came soon, and we entered a very large town. It was noisy and busy unlike back home. As we walked on, I saw someone. She looked familiar, very familiar and she was running towards us; Aminah!
I dropped my bag and ran to her. She was looking really good and plump too. Then she asked how Ma’ was. I told her Ma was waiting for us to return; she looked away. I saw my other sisters, some could even write and they promised to teach me too.
Many days turned weeks and nobody spoke about mother again. I was worried so one dawn; I called my sisters and said
“Mother…she is still home. We need to go and see her, maybe she is not well.” I noticed that some looked down and others turned their faces away.
“Let us tell her, she needs to know” Sadia, the eldest of us said.
“Mauna, mother is not safe. They say she has Pa’s sickness and we must leave her or we will die too.”
“Mauna, they call it AIDS. Ma has AIDS.” She sobbed quietly before continuing “…and she will die soon”.
“Tomorrow, you will go to a big hospital here. Uncle says you must get tested too. All of us have been tested. They need to know if you caught Pa’s illness too”. Fausia whispered to me.
We were all silent and I was afraid. I never knew we had uncles and never heard of this sickness.
What if I have Pa’s sickness too? Will they leave me to die like Ma?
“Mauna sleep. It will be morning soon and you have a long day. Don’t be too scared, we all went through it. Sleep Mauna”. Jamila said yawning.
That night was my longest and I dreamt a lot about Pa’ and Ma’. They were happy and looked healthy, without any sickness.
Sunrise came finally and I hummed slowly to myself an old song Pa’ taught me when I was little; from my thoughts I heard myself say
“…I have come from far dust, earth brown and dry winds; somewhere beyond nowhere. I am nine, the last of nine sisters with my fate unknown.”
He took my smile away
down a path where three lives met
and two became one
…then two became one.
He took my smile away
forgetting that my pain brought no tears
and my wishes not told with hasty tongues
but by words behind my eyes.
Memories now sting as scorpions
jolly sentiments now wither on gray.
Days as empty as barrels
and upsetting as same chant at my window sill unvoiced engulfing my piteous being.
I am angry! Angry beyond a death that says
I must bury my memoirs under time
and sap depth from where there isn’t.
Does he hear me? Let him speak!
That I may gladden lest I spend eternity
in pieces and peace of stillness down a path where three lives met and two became one
…then two became one.
For AMM 12/02/14 10:25, TV.
They killed him I can swear, I had seen them both fight
She called her a husband snatcher and she also called her a gold digger
Then they both cried out and swore
“Oh let the gods take this trouble away from us”
They fought some more
I saw a man peer from an open window and heard him shout at them
“For how long will you two keep this going, stop this nonsense! I’m sick of it”
But they only stopped to make tight their wrappers and spat on the ground
before getting themselves entangled again
The man shook his head and walked hastily away into an old hut
I saw him look for something but didn’t see what it was
Then there was a loud scream, the women rushed to the hut
and began to wail and eat the dust
They killed him; I can swear they did
and the gods…they too killed him.