The World, my generation and history

I remember all the talks about changing the world
That it is my destiny to stand out in my generation
And nothing can be more glorious than rerouting history
At first I believed all these even to every single word
And linked it to the purpose of my existence and creation
I began building my life on this grand appealing theory
But one day I started to examine my life more critically
And I discovered that this theory has got many faults
Infact, I fell for it simply because it promised fame and honour
How can I change the world that runs dismally?
How can I stand out among a group of schmaltz?
Furthermore, history casts lots to choose those it honours
There is more to my existence than changing the world
The world is already experiencing more change than it desires
It will be miserable for me to try to always outwit my peers
Rather, I was created to be a part of the world
To be a responsible citizen with very modest desires
And to be the very change I desire to see in my peers

I can only imagine

I have stopped thinking of the future
The part packed with the most adventure
I've quit looking ten, twenty years ahead
Daydreaming and inventing pain to my head
Trying to peep into my later years
Inserting, in order to make real, some tears
Not that I do not desire a great life
Nor that I care little what I'll be God sparing my life
Not that I do not desire a great life
Nor that I care little from where my greatness will come
Not that I am complacent with no ambition
Nor that I give my future little attention
But looking back ten years and my dreams then
Of what I would be in some years, say ten
And considering who I am now when the years are past
It is futile to dream of days mentally overcast
Days influenced by factors encompassing as the sea
And of which I am uncertain to see
I would rather think and learn from what has happened
Rather than ache my head over that which won't happen
As for my days of ageing
I can only imagine

I remember then, but now...

I remember about six years ago

When I to the LORD came alone

In full surrender and self-crucifixion

Accepting God's redemption and salvation

The spiritual awakening and passion thereafter

The loss of my friends and the pain I caused my mother

How daily I deeply immersed myself in God's word

Desiring a growth that is out of this world

I remember my first lessons on faith

How greatly I desired to be a man of faith

To live a medication free life

To turn things in my favour without strife

Really, I gave all I had in me

But some level of faith seems beyond me

Regardless of the times I miss my goal

I will keep my faith as a burning coal

But now my Christian life is no longer the same

Not that my passion and faith no longer remain

It is just that they are now borne out of soberness

No longer out of energy packed impulse and eagerness

My joy and peace comes from the things I give up

And not from self comparison or the things I take up

Though sobriety gives me great resiliency

But at the risk of a latent complacency

Nobody Knows

No one knows the troubles I've seen
The pains that be as sharp as from a pin
The gloom that often befalls my soul
As though I be beaten by doom's pole
Forcefully making me depression's acquintance
With no hope of permanent acquittance

Only God knows the trouble I've seen
The terrible situations through which I've been
The depth of depression into which I've neen plunged
And the outer fires that have had me scourged
But with great joy I endure every hardship
As God's greatest confirmation of my sonship

Are you in or out?

Day in day out, God is working

Working for your salvation

About two millennia plus a decade ago

He gave His all, I mean His all

His one and only son

His express image and wisdom

The embodiment of His word and glory

Of whom prophet Isaiah said –

Wonderful counselor, Mighty God

Everlasting Father, Prince of peace

I wonder what will remain of God

If Jesus had fallen to satan’s temptations

God would have lost his one and only son

His express image and wisdom

The embodiment of his word and glory

In fact, God would have lost all

I mean his all

And He did not stop there

Ever since the ascension of Christ

He was been giving his all

I mean his all

He has given the church

His physical representatives and ambassadors

Making some missionaries

Many pastors, some evangelists

And others interceding for your soul

So many lives have been sacrificied

All in a bid to bring you salvation

From the times of the early apostles

Through the time of the pope supremacy

To this time of great corruption and discrimination

On daily basis, lives are lost

Lives that God could transform like Enoch

Or gloriously call home like Elijah

But rather in a bid to bring you more help

He let them suffer the world’s persecution

And the humiliating sting of death

What more do you want from God

To convince you that He truly cares

And that He is your best option

Why do you frustrate God’s efforts?

In the book of greatness

There is an innate desire God has put into everyone of us, the desire to be the BEST. If you doubt this, then consider this: Why do you feel sad whenever you end up in a second position in any competition?

I remember when I was very much young, probably five years old, I wanted to be the best in everything including very dangerous activities like jumping from a tall platform. Even when I watched cartoons, I see myself as more powerful than Hercules, braver than Aladdin and more adventurous than Gulliver. But as I grew a little older, I realized that I can not be the best in everything. For instance, I do not mind having the poorest performance in outdoor games, but I feel very bad if I do not emerge as a winner in any board game. Succinctly put, I love to be the best in the things I am good at. But as I grew much older, I realized that I do not need to compete with other people before I can satisfy my desire to be the best.
The second strongest emotion in a person is this innate desire to be the best, second only to sexual emotion. When it empowers and fully possesses you, you will tend to see others as a threat to your success. For instance, consider our politicians, they think that they are very popular, highly regarded and more qualified for a political position than any of their fellow contestants. They let their second strongest emotions get the best of them, so when they lose in an election they find it hard to accept their loss because it makes them feel inferior to the winner. They regard elections as a means of sealing their confidence in theirselves. Indeed, to me, they are psychologically miserable (their fulfillment depends on their acceptance by others).

Dear friend, what about you? Do you rely on the outcome of a competition to satisfy your invincible desire to be the best? Competitions are meant to reward excellence and not to give fulfillment. All that you need to be the best and be forever fulfilled is to make a magnificent appearance in the book of greatness with the special aid of your unique skills. The way to make such an appearance is by seeing other people as your pathway to greatness. Every person is a line in the book of greatness, if you do him harm he will not give you space in his life (line). For every good you do him, he will put a dot for you in his life (line). If you invest in his life and help him find joy, their will be big dots for you in his life and the lives of his children till the third generation. And guess what? Your dots have a unique colour, so when they are present in many lines of a page (which is a generation) they form a beautiful pattern on that page in the book of greatness.

Never forget that seeking fulfillment from competitions will only make you psychologically miserable. Involving your second strongest emotion in any competition makes the competition unhealthy since it will run down the runners up. Rather than relying on the competitions to make you the best, give your best in all you do and you will become the best, simply because, you can not sow your best and reap less. Remain blessed as you remember your creator in the days of your youth.

PLAYING THE POOR SON OF A RICH KING

When nothing seems to go right
And life has never been so slight
When all hope fades like a beam
And breath has never been more slim
When friends seem to be of no help
But always as irritating as a kelp
When thoughts put you on a slippery slope
To scope things that kill hope
When you always fake a fine countenance
At a high cost of sustenance
And living in God's promises is as in a fool's paradise
Like a fool betting his life on a ship's merchandise
When consolation in the bible makes you like an aramean
Who with a fool's head came and went back with twain
When righteousness is like a paper chair
And sitting on it leaves you with no cheer
When God's word seem to rigid and ideal
Too spiritual and supernatural to be real
When God seems farthest from you
Never has he been nearer to you
When God has never been farther
He really has never been nearer