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!

Alone… I Find You

Alone in the secret place under the shadow of Your wings
I find peace beyond understanding
Alone in the boundless depths of Your everlasting grace
I find mercy beyond belief
Alone in Your presence as the morning sun breaks through
I find untold treasures of joy

I am beloved of You, You are jealous for me
I am redeemed by You, You freed me for You
I was saved by You, You are a blessing to me

Alone in Your presence with my heart focused on You
I find strength, faith and love
Alone but not lonely
Alone and not afraid
Alone but not forsaken
Alone, but not despised

Alone in Your presence with my spirit united in You
Cocooned by You
I find You

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Good Morning to You.

Good Morning
Good morning to life
Good morning to hope
Good morning to healing
Good morning to new dreams
Good morning to new horizons
Good morning to new opportunities
Good morning to new zeal, zest and zing
Good morning to creativity and new ideas
Good morning to beauty and blessings
Good morning to love and be loved
Good morning to a brand new day
Good morning to joy and peace
Good morning to not giving up
Good morning to not quitting
Good morning to freedom
Good morning to you

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An Olive Branch Tale

Second thoughts, third thoughts, fourth, fifth…hundreds of thoughts as I got dressed.
“I have a right to be upset”, “I have right to stay put”, “I have a right not to care”, “In fact I don’t even care”, “She hurt me”, “I took her as my friend, what did I get in return??”…

I was reluctant to make a step…

But I couldn’t ignore the other thoughts in my head. “You’re doing the right thing”, “Blessed are the peacemakers…”, “Go and make peace”, “Be the bigger person”… Ok! Ok!

So out of my comfort zone I stepped out. What if my olive branch is not accepted? What if there’s a tense squabble? What if she’s not ready to make peace?

What ifs, what ifs, I’ll never know standing here would I? I soliloquised.

So I stepped out with a giddy mind with my self respect on the line; I’ve never felt so vulnerable, like a man going to propose…

I got to her house, I stood at the gate, I stared at her door…

I wanted to run… I wanted to hide… go back home, I thought…

I walked up to the door, I paused…,

Ignoring my jittery fingers, I pressed the door bell…

Well, I’m here holding out an olive branch, there’s no backing down now, I thought, as I heard footsteps coming towards the door.

Phew! Never knew reconciliation after a 6 months separation would be this difficult!
What an oversight!
Wish me luck!

Daily Prompt: Oversight

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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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If Only I Rule The World

Unemployment on a massive scale
Joblessness leading to social vices
Leaders preying on the led
Masses looting with impunity
Suicide pacts becoming the norm
Injustice, avarice and depraved perversions
Children abused and neglected
Politicians fibbing to claim and retain positions
The electorate desperate for a saviour
The rich are getting richer,
The poor are getting poorer
Multitudes, multitudes, living in depression

If only I am God, if only I rule the world
I will rearrange the world for sure
And swiftly reward men accordingly
But, sadly or gladly so, I’m not.

Daily Prompt: Rearrange

Light vs DarknessDarknessWaterA Perfect World

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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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Eye of the Storm (Nice, France)

As the world shudders at the horrific terrifying stomach-churning attack that happened today in Nice, France; I share this song by Ryan Stevenson in honour of all its victims and survivors. Since 9/11, peace and freedom have gradually become the fantasies of an insane man while the sane is compulsorily forced to live in fear and bondage.
May God comfort the hearts of these victims and their families at such great tragedy, Amen.

Chorus:
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me, in the eye of the storm

When the solid ground is falling out, from underneath my feet,
Between the black skies and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I’ve been sold out by my friends and my family,
I can feel the rain reminding me

(Chorus)

When my hopes and dreams are far from me, and I’m running out of faith
I see the future I pictured slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache are pouring down my face
I find my peace in Jesus’ name

(Chorus)

When the test comes in and the darkness says I’ve only got a few month left
Is like a bitter pill I’m swallowing, I can barely take a breathe
And when addiction steals my baby girl, and there’s nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You, I trust you Lord…

(Chorus)

Oh, in the eye of, oh, in the eye of the storm
I know You’re watching me, yea, ay
When the storm is raging (when the storm is raging)
And my hope is gone (and my hope is gone, Lord)
When my flesh is failing, You’re still holding on, oh whoa

The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He lets me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me.
(Ryan Stevenson)

Daily Prompt: Storm

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