Inspirational write ups from my desk to your deck

MICROPSIA A disorder in which objects appear much smaller than normal, most often the result of a neurological dysfunction. There exists a laboratory and an aged scientist That makes humans his experimental specimen There is yet an art studio and a talented aged artist One who draws and colours all of  life to everyone's amazement The scientist wants only to run the artist out of business He would one day proove that life wasn't as beautiful as the artist always painted So under the guise of treatment he brings his patients to unconsciousness Tampers with their visual perception and creates a new world; completely tainted Elephants will soon be seen no more than goats in infancy Beautiful butterflies will go completely into visual extinction And all the artist ever coloured would become so tiny, loosing it's originality As he gradually looses the hearts upon which he once  made great impressions I was once an unsuspecting patient of the scientist

"Why waste time on any preamble?" She said, as she caressed his temple Though the opportunities to flee were ample But his brain snapped shut as he progressively permitted her seductive snuggle "Why talk about a fast when you have before you, a most appealing apple? " She said, taking a bite as she kissed red lips with the bright red  sample The ambiguity of her words and corresponding actions teased him like bubbles Setting his brain on a rampage common sense could not settle Still, the still small voice warned loudly through his mental wobble But the warning was defiantly buried beneath the moment's rubble In few minutes, one 'apple' lay unclad on the sheets seeking further cuddle While the other's fleshless remain lay as a testimony on the table Flesh could not have been more boastful as he felt his spirit - man crumble Reality dawned on him... How confidently and foolishly he had lost the battle  Years of sexual purity and his

If you walk into a restaurant... Perhaps the best in town, and you request a very complex cuisine. The chef will have to take HIS time to prepare the meal, not YOUR time and that means you will have to do a great deal of waiting,  much longer than someone who just walked in to grab a cup of coffee. The more complex your request, the more patience you need to develop. And why would you even think of waiting? It's because you can picture the meal right before you, it's because you know that no matter how long the chef takes, he would always beat your imagination with the taste, it's because you know it will be a 'life time' of culinary experience from the lifting of your cutleries to the putting down of the same... So what is the point I am trying to make?... Don't stop praying those complex prayer points, don't stop asking for those things that seem impossible, don't stop interceding for that stubborn soul, don't stop dreaming that seemingly imposs

THE PEACE WE SEEK… “Every city was once a village, every country was once a collection of scattered settlements and every road was once a narrow bush path” Oladele spoke intently to the large audience he had to convince beyond reasonable doubt of the need for peace and togetherness. “When the fingers are together, they are better able to beat the chest…a single finger is incapable of lifting a load to a man’s head”. His closing remark couldn’t have been more appropriate as the audience’s chorused applause reverberated throughout the hall. Happy he was able to make a convincing point, Oladele folded his lecture note and made for his seat. Later that day… The words of Pa Nelson Oyewole kept ringing in his ears. “…how could I possibly forget all his words of wisdom?, All the knowledge I possess and the wisdom I exude as a result of  just sitting at his feet as he sat on that old cane chair” Oladele’s words drifted into soliloquy as he joyfully and dreamingly narrated his day to

Dialling 9-1-1... Ringing... 10:00pm...  Helloo... This is Tina  I'm calling from number 1 cross street My house has just been burgled, please I need help! My boyfriend came to sleep over for the first time, I know that's against the estate policy but... (breaks into tears)  He's been shot, I fear he is dead!. Please, please please.. I just need to get out of here 10:15pm...  Helloo...My name is George Please this is urgent, I need help at number 4 cross street I was driving down from church with my family and I didn't know we were followed I've just been robbed of my car with my wife and little son still inside! Please I just need my wife and baby back, they can go with the car. HELP!!! 10:30pm...  Helloo... This is granny Louise Please is this 9-1-1?...Okay thanks. Can you please send someone over? My grandson just swallowed a screw from his toy, he is in a bad condition... Oh sorry, I'm calling from number 10 cross street, the green

I walked in on 6inches heels and a gold clutch A rather decent gown and a Rolex wristwatch This would be my first time in church And all I sought was to see if I was indeed missing much My name is Mary; I try every time to leave out the surname I'm used to the life out there and you shouldn't have me to blame Tossed to and fro by predating men, I see myself no more than a game Please don't bother to offer the pity party; I no longer feel any shame A swarm of eyes buzzed condemnation on me as I stepped in And with the murmurs that followed, I suddenly missed my favourite inn Not minding, I swayed past everyone... Only if they knew where I had been  My curiosity was stronger and as I sat, I said in my heart... Pastor preach to me As the message progressed, I could tell the preacher had a rift with someone Making the altar his edge over his opponent, his words; bullets from a well-targeted gun And just right there a lot of obviously disagreeing factions ha

This is a write-up  I consider note and moral worthy. There was this portion of grasses right in front of my house and just by mere looking at it I knew I couldn't pull the grasses out. They looked so grown, tough and glued to the ground that my hands that would normally find pulling grasses out of the soil a fun leisure would not even contemplate it. Everyday passed and the hope was that we should be spraying them soon, a hope that varnished into busy work weeks. Today I couldn't make it to work because I was pretty indisposed and by evening I had gotten a lot better and I took my first real step outside the door. My vision casted upon the portion of grasses and this time something was different. Not that they looked any less stubborn but I suddenly felt it was worth the try. I bent over a stubborn looking sprout, folded my palm around it and gave a good stance should my effort throw me backwards. But to my surprise it came off so easy... Too easy I would say. Nothing lik

Rain... Slanting or straight You fall as though for me you lay in wait Solely to ruin my gait You chose not when I was yet at my gate You gushed down just as I sighted my date Rain... Every piece of clothing was carefully starched  and ironed out  straight But your deeds vexed the cassava starch, so bad it couldn't wait Running off every bit of fabric and leaving my senses a complete haze Please, Oh! strokes that leave telltales can I for one day hold your reins Wield your power ; thunder and rain only on those I hate Rain... How helplessly drenched as though I've just taken a bathe By all means please keep off my wedding day! Let us settle every scuffle before that date Don't want tears mixed with droplets of you from my lovely Kate No threat intended just an humble plea... I now know you are not my mate... Wait...  When the rain of life seems to ruin your day Remember it's also growing out your next meal without receiving a pay Don't ev

Through the dark alley you would need a lamp Through the tunnels unending you would need a map The journey through life will require more than a fast and furious ride Only those with extra oil and complete maps would make it out alive The hooting of the owl won't cease The horning of overhead train won't decrease But head steady, heart sturdy ;onward must proceed your feet Feeble or frail, you have an appointment to keep, destiny dignitaries to meet In the darkness, a hand is reaching out Through the tunnel bends a straight path is laying out Reach out, grab and hold tightly to the palm that is holed in the middle The world's best pilot; your life he won't fiddle, he is far from being idle Jesus is the lamp and the map, the work of love art  His spirit is the extra oil and God is the destination The storms may hit hard sweeping through every yard  Life doesn't promise to be easy, but he is the anchor to hang on Walk side by side with him and y

Upcoming... Yes Upcoming 'cos I'm definitely on my way up. This really sounds like the best motivation I've had in the last... One day. Well I've been reading... No... Digesting... Slowly, very slowly every bit of this book, Talent Is Never Enough by John C. Maxwell. Don't all Johns just know how best to drive home a good point? ... Well my conclusion on that is rather narrow minded as it centers on John… You know, the Baptist? As a basis, so I presume I have your forgiveness. Back to the main point, studying this book has questioned my rather inherent abilities then put me up on wobbly feet to defend these possessions and severally cutting me mid - thought to provide valid proofs of their worthiness... To hold, behold, or uphold. Well well well... I have judged my own case and agreed with John C. Maxwell, that Talent is absolutely never enough! On the strength of experience and truth he has managed to beat me hands down, legs flying. You should get a copy It&

Continued...        The next morning was a Saturday and they were all set for the visit. Rather than the hate they should have felt, they felt a sudden concern for him. Tunji was surprised when the jailer called him that he had visitors.  He had had no one visit him in the last five years and could not imagine who the visitors could be. He was ushered to the visiting room and he was dead shocked to see who his visitors were... His wife, step daughter, a little girl he knew instantly was his daughter as he remembered  his wife was pregnant before his arrest and this could only be the child... his daughter and Pastor Anthony, the father of the very first child he took advantage of when he was a teenager. Pastor Anthony came very close to tears on sighting him, remembering this was the same man that almost ruined his first daughter's life had Jesus not intervened. It was in the past now and Pastor Anthony would rather leave it there, after all his daughter was doing so well now a

Continued...          "Who are you looking for?"  She asked with a familiar voice Bidemi could not mistake. She was her mother but this look... What could have happened to make her age this much?  Bidemi controlled herself from screaming Mummy! She had promised God she would behave herself... Her emotions... The pain, the hurt, mixed unevenly with the excitement of seeing her mother again. Pastor Anthony as she now knew him as, introduced himself to Bidemi's mother and knew from how Bidemi's grip tightened on his arm as she saw her,  that the woman was her mother. "Please ma" He continued "I am Pastor Anthony and we are looking for one mummy Bidemi, a young child who ran away about six years ago" He paused to study her face. He noticed how she heaved a heavy sign before replying "I am the one, what about my daughter?, did they find her somewhere? " The pain in her eyes was unmistakable as she looked desperately at Pastor Anthony

Continued...  ....  Suddenly the guys were unsettled as a car chose that time to pass through the narrow bush path they had pursued her into and focused its head light on them. The guys were almost blinded by the intensity and they fled from the scene. The light then dimmed as though intentional and the driver beaconed on her to get into the car. She couldn't even think twice about it, she got in almost immediately and hurried the man to drive far away. She didn't get the chance to see his face... She was still shivering all over. Was she just almost raped? By five guys! The man interrupted her thoughts "Where should I take you to young lady? He sounded responsible Anywhere... No... Your house... I don't know" She replied totally confused "No problem... Calm down, you are safe now" He managed to comfort her Soon they were at a totally different street, it was about 9pm already and everywhere looked so unfamiliar but Bidemi didnt care so far she

Continued...  Six years later, sixteen years old Bidemi who now answers Becky had become 'All shades of bad', she had mingled with the criminals who took abode in obscurity, she became their errand girl for the little money they gave her regularly and often slept beneath the staircase of the uncompleted building they inhabited. On one fateful day Bidemi got into a chat with another young girl of her age who also roamed the streets, and she narrated to Bidemi how a lot of the guys had taken sexual  advantage of her and how they had cruelly raped her if she as much as refused them.  "I can't stay here anymore Becky. I need to leave" She said, frustration written all over her "But if you leave, you would have nowhere to go. Didn't you tell me you are an orphan and your aunt dropped you off on the streets despite making beautiful promises to your mother on her death bed? I don't really know what to advice but I am personally scared of the unkno

        Bidemi grew up on the streets of Lagos and home for her was often the space under the staircase of an uncompleted building. A lonely teenager who couldn't understand why life presented only the odds. Her father died when she was just two years of age ... Her mother was too devastated.. She was just too young to be widowed... 28!. Life seemed to pause for two years but seemed to only continue afterwards for her mother alone as she soon met this tall, dark and handsome man who presented to be the cure for her loneliness. One thing soon led to another and soon she was  sitting up a four year old Bidemi to inform her of her decision to get married to the new man... "Uncle Tunji will be your new daddy" was all she could say to get the preschooler to understand... Of course her approval wasn't needed... What did she know?...  The relocation to Uncle Tunji's house was quite swift... No gown, no cake, no rice... Just a faded gold ring on her mother

Ojo oja ,the proverbial description of life Where everyone has a fair chance to trade Where some choose rather to strife And a few others prefer to be the sages The sea of people from different walks of life A homo sapiens' imitation of the beehive The cluster of legs at different selling points The  Incessant inaudible voices at every joint The  blend of colouful arrays A reminder of the rainbow that succeeds the rains I walk from store to store, my legs bade me to stop Fascinating articles on display, this weak poet is tempted to shop Once every week, a day is picked And the excitement of diverse goods is at it's peak But what does the next day hold? A cramped up or lonely road? A day's abundance, six others of drought Such is the tale of market days I have seen abundance, I have seen drought Such is the tale of the human race Be careful when you  take cover in the crowd To perpetrate what will earn you no crown For the stone launched from yo

Thou mighty wind How powerless art thou over the tiny shrubs and grass of the field Thou strong , giant and tough tree How helpless art thou before the mighty wind. Power is but an element of vulnerability Of the finest wine Of the god in the bottle Even if I have it from dawn till the day is old and tired I may become drunk But never as intoxicated as I become after a smattering of power. My table is set My meal is ready Fresh egocentricity garnished with a spoonful of power My tumbler overruns from the superfluity of my haughtiness Who lives after such banquet? A feast on venoms. Such bitterness enfolded in sweetness The mere perception of its aroma yields a burning ardor and yearning for more The sweeter, the deadlier. It makes the timid fearless It makes the weak dauntless It makes the shy audacious Yet the one thing you would keep It would not spare- your soul. In the corridor of power There are two seats One for you One for death. Wri

Prosperity is a kingdom reality. It is a reward and God himself desires both our physical and spiritual prosperity. However, physical prosperity can be a bait, a veil that the devil often uses to mask some spiritual realities from prosperity - hungry christians. Brother Paul in one of his epistles said "... I wish that thou mayest prosper even as thy soul prospereth ...". Here he was talking about both spiritual and physical prosperity. We can deduce from his words that God intends physical prosperity to be the dependent side (y-axis) of the whole prosperity graph.  Our physical prosperity should be determined by the prosperity of our soul. It hence becomes an error and of course a graph tending towards the negative x-axis if as a believer, you are physically sufficient and spiritually stranded!. Even if you never really liked mathematics in school, you would nonetheless have noticed that the negative x and y - axis of graphs are often omitted which means they are not s