The Garden, The Cross, The Throne

Alone, in the dark, for the task He grieved
All night my Lord prayed seeking a relieve
The weight of the cross a burden He bore
He groaned in pain, His knee on the floor

Denied by Peter, who wept with remorse
Betrayed by Judas- a greedy reward
Scorned by soldiers, forsaken by His Father
For sinners’ reprieve, a Lamb for slaughter

Dead and buried, He laid in the tomb
Enemies of God rejoiced in His doom
Conquering the grave, He rose from the dead
Everlasting King, on His throne He rests

Daily Prompt: Reprieve

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My Manchester- Together We Stand

Mayhem broke loose, youngsters crying
Families desperate for answers, for help
The injured smeared in blood; in pain, and helpless;
My city in shock, confusion and disarray
Bodies scattered, life oozing out sadly so
Emergency services in frantic redemptive scurries
Eyewitnesses recounting the horror

Don’t go to school, there may a suicide attack
Don’t go to church, there may a suicide attack
Don’t go to a concert…
Don’t go to a football match…
Don’t go to town…
Don’t go to the mall…
Don’t go to the work…
Don’t go to anywhere… there may a suicide attack
We must not allow ourselves to live in fear
Fear leads to bondage and unhealthy distrust

A war of twisted ideologies and religious fanaticism
Undermining our usual way of living and existence
How do you combat such extremism and radicalism?
How do you fight such war?
How?

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At 12:50am this morning, I got a distant call from one of our family friends in Nigeria, he called to make sure we were safe. I was confused, and asked him why he asked. He said, “There’s been an attack on Manchester it’s on the news”. I tuned on BBC News and witnessed the terror as shock spread across my face and tears welled up my eyes. Young children screaming in panic, parents searching for their children… all these was happening in my town.

How do we wage war on twisted ideologies? It’s a mind game. How do you know what people are thinking about? And sometimes like this one, it’s calculated, planned and purposely executed. How do you prevent such attacks?

As you read this, please remember our city in your prayers. In the words of our Mayor Andy Burnham, “We are grieving, we are strong, we are together.”

God bless you! God bless Manchester! God bless the United Kingdom!

It’s Temporary

It’s temporary
I’ll make the best of my stay
Here

I am a tenant
A transitory tenant
In this little mansion
Called earth

Some co-tenants
Living like
It is perpetual
Forever

Other co-tenants
Ignoring everybody
Missing opportunities
To inspire

My mission:
Live well, inspire all
Die well, leave a legacy

Everyone I know
Including me
Will stroll through that door
And leave this mansion
Forever

To transcend
To a permanent place
When our tenancy
Is over
That’s a fact

Once again
It’s temporary
And
I’ll make the best of my stay
Here

Daily Prompt: Temporary

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Sincerity on the Test

Over the years you became friendly with a couple, Johnny and Maggie. They had no child of their own. You were very supportive to them throughout their years of pain and struggle. They finally decided and adopted a beautiful baby girl whom they totally adored and gave the best of the best.

Several donkey years down the line, at the age of 75, Johnny suffered divers severe health challenges and his life gradually deteriorated. Consequently, he spent his last years in the hospital. One particular evening, surrounded by his ageing wife Maggie, their adopted daughter Leah and her children, and you as well, Johnny was very happy and content with his loved ones around. As everyone waved jolly good byes, Johnny managed and told you to wait for some minutes.

When you came back, he said, “Ellie, please tell Maggie I’m sorry”.
“What do you mean by that, Johnny?”, you asked looking perplexed.
“Listen”, he began. “Leah is truly my daughter, I arranged for her to be adopted into my family. It was only a one night stand but I’ve lived with the guilt all these years and I want to go away in peace.” Ignoring your wide-eyed look he continued, “Her real mother was a model and didn’t want to keep her. Having Leah has been a source of untold joy to us and great pain for me. If only she came from Maggie but, I just couldn’t let her real mother remove the pregnancy. So…, I took care of all the expenses. Please, tell Maggie I’m sorry I betrayed and cheated on her sweet soul, tell her to forgive me,… and to continue to give Leah her best love”.
“But Johnny…” you said, not that you really had anything else to say but Johnny raised his hands and signalled you to stop. Then, he closed his eyes and said, “I need to rest, I’m tired. Make sure you tell Maggie this painful truth, please. I just couldn’t bear the look on her face if I’d told her myself “. With a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes to sleep.

You left his hospital bed, in a state of bewilderment and shock. Next morning, still trying to figure out how to tackle the gloomy task, your phone rang. It was Maggie. You hesitated but finally picked the phone. “Ellie”, she said, her voice sounding frail at the of the receiver, “Ellie, he’s gone. My dear Johnny is gone…” she sobbed softly. Tears streamed down your face as you realised how daunting your task will be.

If you were Ellie what will you do?
Will you be sincere with your best friend Maggie and tell her the truth in honour of a dead man’s last wish?
Or will you shield her from the truth by keeping quiet, hence not disturbing her sweet memories of her late husband and letting her mourn him peacefully?

Daily Prompt: Sincere

Betrayal From Romeo to Juliette18th June, 1994

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Media Bludgeoning

Thinking about this mid 18th century word with an uncertain origin and all I could think of is phrases like “bludgeoned to death by a mob” or “bludgeoned to slavery and a life of hardship”. The word may seems a bit far-fetched and like me, you may be struggling to think of something to write. But I’ve just discovered that the word is much nearer to us than we think.

Today we are bludgeoned by the media and our thought process are subtly and surely becoming affected if not changed. We are bludgeoned by the vivid pictures of naked or scantily dressed men and women, which have ricocheting effects in the mind or makes it acceptable and fashionable to dress as such.
We are bludgeoned with constant biased news about politicians and elections, hence we kind of make up our minds who we support based on the leaning of that medium.
We are bludgeoned about wars in many countries and altercations between political leaders which makes us develop, so to say, righteous anger, but we are not even given the full picture of the power tussle and political mind games played behind closed doors.
We are bludgeoned with zero sized models who have perfect bodies, hair and face which leaves many of us in the plus size range feeling inadequate and probably less human.
We are bludgeoned with many try-your-luck programs or indirect gambling where you win large amounts of money just by answering the right questions or picking the right numbers, which leaves many hopefuls quitting jobs and foregoing the core values of hardwork, commitment, patience and perseverance.

Everyday we are bludgeoned with information, documentaries, movies and stories, though seemingly harmless but content-packed with messages or lessons that could be regarded impertinent if said in person. It’s not going to stop, it’s getting worse and will keep getting worse. The question then is, what are we going to do about it?

Daily Prompt: Bludgeon

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I Dream

Peace radiated the whole earth
Like the rays of a golden sunset
Joy, filled the hearts of men
Like the bubbles of the ocean waves
Love overwhelmed mankind
Like the pure love of a parent
Friends, neighbours walking hand in hand
Nations in perfect harmony
Violence was unemployed
Hatred was on exile
Death lost his battle
Sadness, completely forgotten
I saw, I beheld, I rejoiced
I woke up, I yawned and stretched-
Alas! It was but a dream!

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