Inspirational write ups from my desk to your deck

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

Born into a house of noble princes Fenced from the rest of the world No idea of shoe sizes or clothe inches Arrayed glamorously like a god The danger of the comfort zone The product; an handsome, well - arrayed drone The soul grew hungry, a need for something different What will satisfy this hunger felt deep inside? Beyond the fenced wall lay the interest Once outside, an horizon was insight Will it mark the end of the adventurous quest? Instead the spirit flamed with renewed zest Beyond the horizon, could there be more? Beyond the beautiful kiss of the earth and sky There may be lands, forbidden to trespass Could an inquisitive mind be wrong? Destiny seems to be what thus ahead lies But the fear of the unknown grips an innocent heart The journey began to the land beyond the horizon Taking along foresight, taking leave of reason The mixture of fear and faith characterised the adventure To a land guided by no maps or pictures Just the spirited will of a restl

Written By:           Egunjobi Precious Olorunfemi In your eyes, I see pain Boldly written in blood letters Your eyes are weak, lost in their sockets They are faint from the tears of every night Your rights have become wrongs And your wrongs, sin. The wind that blows hurt you The sun that shines burn you The rain that falls, you feel less of Afterall you drown in your bed all night. Child of woes I am born of a woman But treated less than animals For animals rest and feed Each day seem like the end But the end of each day holds no calm Tingling my ears is the swooshing of the Master’s cudgel Whether to reprove Whether to please I do not know. There is no light at the end of this tunnel If there is an end at all Oh moon! Why art thou cruel? Knowest thou not that the earlier and brighter you shine, the harder and longer I work I beseech thee, hid thyself in the belly of the firmament A message to the Sun thy brother- Take some time off that I may find

                       Master's student...  Once I was on the high way driving like I was the best Little did I know I was no different from the rest We all couldn't differentiate our right from left The lanes became a racing track... everyone was out to outsmart I was getting used to getting hit and hitting others I soon got overly battered Then I realized it wouldn't get better I couldn't drive, I was a learner... Some drivers seemed to know their way  Escaped the little ditches but ended in d bigger ones While some others  looked  so frail  But they passed safely through it all And rather than the learner sign  That  characterized every slow but steady driver They had M. S inscribed at their vehicles' hind What that meant?... My curiosity exactly It must be a driving school.. Doesn't sound cool... I wanted to be Smart all by myself.. But well I could use a little help Will be definitely better than diving headlong into a pool I enroll

         An elderly woman alighted a bus and the conductor proceeded to retrieve her load only to discover mama's tubers of yam were missing and a regugitating goat peered at them excitedly out of the boot. How would he ever explain his mistake? ...Now that mama claims co-ownership of the goat and is ready to fight any and everyone for it!

Welcome to my world... It's going to be Himspirational!... Guess who 'Him'  is?... That's My Abba... The source of everything I do! Job 32:8... It's gonna be amazing! Explore the world of Poetry, articulate write ups, short stories and many more... It's my pleasure to lead you through the adventure!... Cares