Use It, Don’t Abuse It

While out on school run yesterday morning, I turned on my DAB radio today to my usual Christian radio. Instead of hearing a beautiful song of hope and encouragement, to my utter chagrin what I heard was “One Love” by Bob Marley. I had to quickly tune in to another the station. I also sent them an email complaining that it’s not right. 

Bob Marley was never a Christian, he was always high on weeds and drugs and every other thing unbelievers got into. So I didn’t quite grasp why a UK Christian radio would be singing and broadcasting his songs to over 4 million listeners?? 

It only shows one thing? They don’t understand the impact of their roles as broadcasters and secondly, their Christian values should be questioned and reviewed again. 

Music is a powerful instrument and when used well God is glorified. Music is not just about the song but more importantly about the artist, his life and the spirit of the song. 

A Christian radio is a great opportunity to utilise the awesome power of technology to offer hope, healing, advice, help, deliverance and salvation to their innumerable number of listeners. People are suffering and going through difficult times and if they turn on a Christian radio, they should receive nothing less than hope and healing through Christ. 

I see evangelists in city centres with their megaphones and loud speakers preaching and reaching out to the lost, speaking boldly about Christ to maybe 200 people. I see believers going from door to door dropping tracts and preaching about Christ. They can only reach about 20 houses in total. But a Christian radio with listener capacity of over 4 million or more is instead singing Bob Marley’s song, thereby authenticating him and his music. This is an anathema. 

Where there’s no vision, no purpose, no objective anything goes and that is not the way of Christ. If you want to sing about love, there are a thousand good Christian songs readily available to portray that. 

As Christians, we must always recognise that we are the light and salt of the earth. We are messengers of God’s grace, hope and love to a lost world. We must recognise that sometimes God places us in special jobs that can enable us minister to a thousand people we may never meet in our lifetime. But how we changed their lives will always be reckoned and remembered in heaven. We must recognise that role and utilise it rather than abuse it.

Remember, you’re a Christian. 

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Marmalade

 

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Watching Marmalade my little pooch as she aimlessly and nonchalantly chewed her dog biscuits while her big black eyes stared into my steak, I didn’t need any 6th sense to tell me what I needed to do. I stood up and went to the kitchen.

At the sound of the kitchen door, Marmalade immediately abandoned the biscuits and came to me in the kitchen, wagging her tail excitedly and looking at me with so much hope and anticipation. I grinned.

Picked a steak from the saucepan, diced and dished them into her plate and set it down near the biscuits in the living room. She quickly pounced on it and devoured the delicacies before you could say Robinson Crusoe, totally ignoring her biscuits.

When she finished, she came and settled cosily near my feet, content and full. I patted her furry little head, resumed my meal while I watched my favourite whodunnit series- Law and Order.

Daily Prompt: Aimless

(A Reblog. Originally published in June 2016)

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My Name is Fazia

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I am a Syrian child,
I am a casualty of war,
My name is Fazia
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You go to school and sing nursery rhymes,
I hide in corners at the sound of bomb shells;
You hug your siblings and say “good night”,
I hurdle with my sister on a mat in utter terror;

You go to sleep with a story read to you,
I go to bed praying it wouldn’t be my last night;
You stroll into town waving at trams,
I run on lonely paths away from fighter jets;

You decorate your house with pictures and flowers,
My house decorations are shrapnels and bullets holes;
You walk on paved streets, with street lights shining,
I walk on streets littered with dead bodies, sometimes in the dark;
Your world is surrounded by beautiful houses,
Mine is surrounded by ravaged and collapsed buildings;

You have your mama, papa, sister, brother, cousin,…
I only have my grandma, my parents died from airstrikes;
You eat breakfast, snacks, lunch, snacks, dinner, supper…
Well, I eat when I find food, if I find food;
Your best friends are Sally, Tom and Tim,
My daily companions are hunger, fear, poverty and pain

You buried your loved one and it makes you sad
I’ve buried my friends and families, it hurts everyday;
You cry sometimes, throw tantrums and act silly
I cry all the time, I hurt all the time, I’m getting tired of life;
I didn’t chose my family, I didn’t choose my home,
If I had a choice…, I wish I had a choice…,
I know, I just want to have a normal childhood.

I am a Syrian child,
I am a casualty of war.
My name is Fazia and it means successful.
What an irony!

Daily Prompt: Successful, Devastation

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(A repost. Originally published in 2017)

S – Success is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious #AtoZ 2018

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Go to, gather many a tool
Clear off all distraction
Dig up, bin up weeds of indolence
Find your dogged determination
Roll up those relaxation shirts
Get off the high stilettos
Say goodbye to lollygagging
Then work and work,
Labour and labour
Yes, work your best, try your best
Give it all you have got;
And when success is yours
Sit and bask in the fruits of your labour
Make some noise, share your story
Enjoy your achievements for…

Success is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

#atoz challenge

#virtues, vices & stuff

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A very popular word from the children’s movie Mary Poppins.

Day & Night

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Parallel lines
Two straight liners that never meet
No matter how extensive they run

Life within Christ v Life without Christ
Spirituality v Carnality
Light v Darkness
Day v Night
Two parallel lifes that never mix
No matter how extensive life runs

We cannot serve God and mammon
Either we are for Christ or against Him
Either we walk with Him or not
There’s no middle ground or sitting on the fence
Because…

The kingdom of God and the kingdom of Darkness
Are two parallel lines that do not mix

“Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?
What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? Or what does a believer have in common with an unbeliever?” 2 Corinthians 6:14-15

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Women’s day…? Really…?

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Year after year, I keep asking the same question to myself and to my friends, but never have received a satisfactory answer, ever. Why do we need women’s day? Why a day is devoted to us? Why has it been so much commercialized and media making a big deal out of it? Why do we need a day to remind everyone that we are equal or that we women are strong and powerful?

Wait..is there a day for men? Like a Men’s day or something? Or is it that every day is Man’s day but we women need a day to celebrate our being.

Ages have gone by, but till today, in this modern world, we women are asking for permissions, we are confirming our equality by giving ourselves a special day, we need a confirmation to feel special, we need a confirmation to feel strong. We need our men…

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Evoke – A Love Tale

The more he thought about her,
The more he realised
She was more than a friend to him,
She was his saviour,
She was his angel from God;
The thought of her evoked nothing more
Than sweet wonderful memories
Of a future they will spend together

But first, he has to pop the question…

Evoke

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Never Judge a Person…

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She walked into room in a grand gait
And all eyes turned…
Her eyes drew you in like quicksand
Her eyelashes fluttered like fairies’ wings
Her lips glowed hot with crimson
Her skin was smooth like Shea butter
Her hair curled like lazy metal springs
Her slender hands crowned with a well manicured nails
Her figure beautifully shaped like the goddess of beauty
Then she sat down, next to me!
What a ravishing lush view!
I was uneasy with excitement!
I was completely taken in!
I’m not a ladies’ man but,
I am a man who loves style
I thought up a line about the weather
(That one always works with the ladies)
I opened up a converse
I smiled genuinely … or sheepishly?
I introduced myself
Then,
She opened her mouth-
A potpourri of curses and swear words!
She spewed them out without care or restraint!
She had so much going on inside!
And pop! My bubbly bubble popped!
I looked down at her with my self-righteousness
Suddenly, she broke down in tears
My heart melted with pity and compassion…
I learned an important lesson that day-
Never judge a person by the look of their face

Daily Prompt: Lush

“There is no art to find the mind’s construction in the face. -“William Shakespeare (Macbeth)

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Originally published in February 2017

In Love With… Words

 

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Looking back, I realise that somehow my preference, natural inclination and love for certain subjects was preparing me towards writing.

In secondary school, I loved English language. I made more effort to pass my English than my mathematics, and somehow I found it easier and more fun. I remember standing in front of my mum’s full size mirror, reading my scribbles or “lecture notes” as I used to call them, pretending to be some dignitary at a very important function, wowing the audience with my exceptional English. 😀😀Even up till now, I still love English language, both spoken and written.
Although English is not my first language, when I hear someone speak a terrible bad English or another making murderous grammatical errors, it drives me insane honestly. I can’t stand bad English. My love for this language is such that either you speak it well or not at all. But then, I’ve relaxed a bit because nobody including me, is perfect, except the Queen perhaps.

Another subject I loved extremely and passionately was literature. Oh, how I loved, memorised, and soliloquised those wonderfully phrased words and sentences especially in poetry and drama. I always gulped them down like a thirsty fish out of water. In school, we read Macbeth, 12th Night, Merchant of Venice, Things Fall Apart, Oliver Twist, Trials of Brother Jero, Great Expectations and a lot more I’ve forgotten. We studied a lot of poems by Christopher Okigbo, Wole Soyinka, and many others. I loved and loved reading many of these poems. In my GCSE I had an A in literature. Literature was like my Walls vanilla ice cream. It never bored me.

Then as a student, during the holidays, I was always indoors, either in our church library or curled up at home reading some novel. I read a lot of James Hardley Chase, Grace Livingston Hills, John Grisham, etc. I read all the readable fiction and Christian novels in our church library then. For some reason, I never read Mills and Boon. I tried it once but didn’t finish it. It was all too girly and very predictable.

On the contrary, I do find mathematics and calculations quite an unwarranted headache. And to think that at some point in my life I wanted to be an accountant… Phew!! What was I thinking?? I’m glad I listened to myself, discovered what I was good at and hence ended up studying law.

Looking back, I’ve come to realise I always preferred words to calculations. It’s no secret, I am in love with words.

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Lost & Found

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Crouched at the altar, tears of profound joy streamed down her cheeks. Surreal emotions coursed through her veins. Folded in her sweaty hands was her little brother’s picture.

He went missing during the war. She never stopped praying. She never stopped believing. She never stopped hoping.

In gratitude she looked up and whispered in a husky tired voice, “Thank You, Father, we have found him, alive.”

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Celebrating Mum at 70

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Today I’m not writing a poem, but I’m excited to say-
I celebrate my mum who turned 70yrs this month. Having lost my dad at an early age, she became a single mum and raised us (me and my siblings) to the best of her ability. I want celebrate her humility, her soft spoken nature, her godliness, her prayerfulness, her loveliness, perseverance, etc. As a parent, she mastered the art of been stern and sweet over the years.

Today I celebrate all the mums and dads doing an amazing job for their families, working round the clock trying to secure a future for their family.

Today, I celebrate all the single mums and single dads who are just alone in it all, trying to work out and balance everything all by themselves.

Today I celebrate parenthood, brotherhood, sisterhood.

Today I celebrate family.

Happy 70th Birthday My Dear Mother.

Below are two poems I’ve previously written in honour of my Mum.

My Dearest Mother
How Much Is Your Mother?

What Natural Harmony!

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Snowdonia, Wales

You drew me into you
I’m hypnotised,
And completely swayed;
How beautiful!
How enchanting!
What a magnificent view!
You swept me off my feet,
I succumbed;
Your natural props dipped
In sensory hues;
The sweet scents of fresh green leaves,
Hills so alive with colours,
Such blossoming splendour!
Such natural harmony!
What have you done to me?
You took my breath away!
Immersed in your bosom
I forgot time,
Though I’d say
Every moment was worthwhile,
If only I could take you home,
Nevertheless, on fire you are
Within my heart,
Every second I spent with you
I will treasure always;

But I do wonder,
As you bask in the admiration
Of many tourists and awe-struck admirers,
Will you remember me?

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Peace At The Crossroads

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Lost.
Confused.
Uncertainty looms.
Uncertain of what I want.
Uncertain of what You want, Lord.

Guide me.
Lead me.
Show me,
Your way.

You ask,
“What do you want?”
I say,
“Whatever You want, that I want,
You know me better.”
You say,
“Peace.
I give you My peace.
My peace, shall guide you, into My will.”

Peace.

Poet’s notes:
Some weeks ago, out of excitement and some great confidence in myself I took a bold step of faith and ventured into something new. It is what I want but, if it pulls through, the opportunity costs are high.
Now, I’m asking myself whether I am willing to make the sacrifice it demands. I’m really wondering what I’m doing, honestly I’m not sure. I prayed asking God for directions, to know His will and purpose concerning it. God assured my heart that I will find peace in His will. And this is truth through all the ages: when we find ourselves at crossroads, we must always remember that His peace and that unwavering deep assurance beyond understanding guards and guides us into His purpose for our lives. Amen.
#Shalom

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Anticipation Killers

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If you remember my previous post about some bunch of novels I bought at a good bargain several weeks ago- My New Novels. I remember I was excited and was filled with so much anticipation of what I was going to discover, the new words I was going to learn, etc. Well, I read the first one Danielle Steel “Best Laid Plans”, and, I finished it within 3 days. But, I didn’t enjoy it; it doused all my excitement about the others, I was really disappointed with the novel and it was a bit of a let down for me. And this is why.

Firstly, it was a novel that depended heavily on Zodiac signs, all the zodiac signs checked were all correctly predicted so to speak. It turned me off completely. I managed to finish the novel out of curiosity than zeal. I don’t believe in those signs, we don’t need them. In my opinion, it’s a subtle deception that promotes man’s independence from God and all that pertains to God. It robs us of the need to trust God knowing that whatever comes my way during the day, God will take care of me. It robs us of been content with God. It removes our eyes from the Word of God. It’s anti-God. God is the Creator of the universe and all that is within it, it’s foolhardy and idolatry to abandon the Creator and instead worship the creatures He made. It was a novel that was trying to shove into the reader the belief of Zodiac signs (that was how I felt). Everything about our lifes is written in God’s Word; if we search it, we will find it. We don’t zodiac signs to predict tomorrow. (Psalms 139, Jer 29:12, Psalms 40:7, Psalms 119:105)

Secondly, how it ended was anticlimactic in my opinion and more so was obviously trying to denigrate and malign Christianity. Someone as usual, was committing a series of crime and we were led to believe it was a particular character. Now, the climax would be that the perpetrator is punished for his crimes. Instead, the true perpetrator of the crime was a true christian character who was portrayed as been devout and happily married with children. Yes I know, in most thriller stories, looks and appearances can be deceptive. I’ve watched many thrillers and crime stories (mind you, that’s my favourite). This was a bit different for me in its style and presentation. So after reading it, I didn’t have that emotional closure you get at the end of a story. It still felt as if something was missing, as if another chapter was needed. It didn’t give me a WOW feeling. It really felt anticlimactic.

Due to this, I lost my eagerness to read the remaining 7 novels. I will read them at some point, but at the moment, I’m not ready for another disappointing tale. It was an anticipation killer and I’m still recovering.

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You Put A Spell On Me

You put a spell on me,
Like one in a trance,
Eyes burrow into my thoughts,
Words burn within,
Spellbound- unfathomable love!
In a daze I open my life,
In a jiffy You dethrone my old heart-
Waterworks, in buckets,
Droplets of joy, ruined mascara…
Lies and lustful manipulations,
All gone!
Good riddance! Bad rubbish!
Divine metamorphosis!
Absolute transformation!
A new heart! A new life!
Saved… Changed… I am!

Daily Prompt: Trance

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My New Novels

I’m so excited. I bought 7/8 new novels from a display table inside a bank. Novels for sale? In a bank?? I know. Unbelievably fantastic! The sales from the books goes to charity, such a venture with mutual benefit, even though I think I benefited more. I’m so livid with excitement, I can’t wait to start reading them. I said they are 7/8 because one of them is a 2 in 1 novel. How cool! Genre wise, there are 6 crime thrillers and 2 love stories. Personally, I enjoy crime, espionage and law court novels more than anything else.
I’ve been reading the Biography of Sir Maurice Oldfield, former head of MI6. It’s a bit dull at the beginning, the spicy espionage covert missions which I love is towards the middle but I don’t like jumping pages.

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Sir Maurice “was the eldest of eleven children born to Joseph and Ada Annie Oldfield…” “He was born at the village of Over Haddon, near Bakewell, Derbyshire on 16th November, 1915. As the eldest son, a great deal of responsibility fell on Maurice at an early age. He not only took his turn in keeping a watchful eye on his brothers and sisters as they came into the world,but helped on the farm in all manner of ways.”
“At night, his younger brothers and sisters had to be seen into bed before young Maurice could begin to study by the light of oil or candle, for neither gas nor electricity had come to the village at that time.” – Excerpts from ‘C’ – A Biography of Sir Maurice Oldfield, Head of MI6 by Richard Deacon. I’m amazed at such a man that didn’t let his meagre beginnings deter him from achieving something meaningful with his life. Life is not about how you start but about how you make the best of what you have and finish well.

Anyway, I will keep this book for now and start off on these my beauties. I’m thinking of starting with Sidney Sheldon, I’ve not read any of her novels before but I think she’s a good writer. Oh well, we shall find out in due course.

So here are my latest addition…

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