Rich Friend

I wanna be your friend
We could say because you seem rich
But i wouldn’t have my poverty revealed
I wanna be a friend
Because many do see you
I do wish I too could grab
Some of that attention
And have them take me at my word
Why’s building your own reputation
Harder than i thought it would be ?



But you won’t let me
You have forgotten my name three times
My face too and you won’t
Give me the attention I crave
But getting this close to you
Must be so hard , afterall
Thousands adore you
But i rather don’t even think
You are worth it , but i won’t ever let
Let you know that

Being twenty is such a test
You live in an illusion that
Its all about wealth and popularity
And that you better play the game well
Get acquintances in high places
Even when wisdom shouts every second
That its all vanity
You hardly hear

Now that am away from the noise
A quiet voice whispers ,
Your rich friend , your popular friend
Is the neighbour right beside you
They are the one you passionately fight for
Aren’t I the One you want to get closer to
Isn’t it my wealth you wish to share in
And isn’t it my influence you value most
Popularity with me above all
Daughter of the most High
Find Wisdom , know that it’s Only Jesus.

Why Law ?

Because it’s all about God . Law because God is Holy , because God is righteousness , because it’s all About God.

Law is a very wide department, for those of us studying it in school, we have had to learn that the hard way. We have constitutional law , criminal law, contract law , tort. Then even more sub divisions like land , family , human rights , administration of authority or powers like we usually say , children , oil and gas , witch craft , etc

Obviously besides protecting people abit , administering justice , punishing those who wrong others , we also know that law is for dispute resolution , for handling issues like I wasn’t paid enough , they unjustly fired me , that land belongs to me , he threatened me , I was cheated , etc. And obviously the remedies like either someone has to pay with money , a jail term or death or I have to get back what’s mine or be compensated. And then there’s the legal jargon , the laws we make , whether judge made or Parliament made, they are the laws we make , on top of the legal maxims or rather latin maxims etc. Law is alot of things ofcourse, but the world doesn’t revolve around it.

But it all always goes back to who God is. He is Just , He is the law giver, I mean Pastor Rick Warren in the book The Purpose Driven Life did note that life is a test . And He is ultimately the Judge of Humanity.

Law because life is not all about enough money , a boat cruise or a legacy or partying, law because it’s all about God. Law because the Maker holds us up to His standard, Law because he made us for a purpose, and when we destroy what we were created to preserve, somebody is got to pay. Law because life is all about growth in Character and when we are corrupted, we might become unworthy of the King and then we will lose our very selves , we will lose our souls.

In my first year of school, i did learn about the separation of powers and that power is not vested into the Executive branch of government alone but three different branches which therefore control the use of power amongst each other to protect the citizens. In life , its right that we fear vesting so much power in one person.

Power will intoxicate the best hearts,as wine the strongest heads. No man is wise enough, nor good enough to be trusted with unlimited power.

Unknown.

But in real life we do not credit the monarchy that much , i mean Kings ultimately holding power has been seen to produce very disastrous results . Yet , God’s Kingdom is a Monarchy , not a democracy. God is King over all and He has the final say. But God is also Holy , Just , Incorruptible , Merciful , Saviour , Sustainer . He is the very heart of all that lives.

You could bring up the theocracy but that’s God incharge on earth with various representatives but when God is finally the real Ruler of the Universe , it will rather be like a Monarchy actually. But it will also be the Kingdom eternal , the Kingdom of God , the place we long for but can neither imagine nor envision. It will probably have a new name too. All things will finally be all about God , the real Centre of it all. I know our perishing souls do feel alittle jealous and angry that He gets to be the center , how so little wisdom we have that we can forget such truths when our very lives are just temporary assignments and we are here today and gone tomorrow.

Our laws are a shadow of the perfect law of God that we have only glimpsed into alittle. I only mentioned the Monarchy because when God does speak , no one will be able to answer. Let’s play that ” Is God real” and “How can he allow suffering” game while we still have time on earth , except , why waste so much time. If something doesn’t move us closer to the heart of God , why even see it ?

When Job wept ,why the afflictions, he was wise enough to remember Who the Centre of it all is and he said , “May the name of the Lord Be Praised. ” I pray we too learn to praise the Worthy one no matter what comes our way.

The entire cosmos can
be understood only in relation to God.

Charles Colson.

The return

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Many are lukewarm
Uncertain of whom to serve
The King or the World
Many do turn back
Others ignore the truth
And others hardly hear
They can’t see you
My prayer Father ,
Is that i be found a disciple
Let me be found worshipping ,
Oh graceful One.

We know the price to pay , but we are not prepared to be rejected ridiculed and look weird , we would rather leave God out and not let him in

A song , Say hello to the bad guy by Abel Chungu ft David Kalinani.

Azania.

This is a group of talented poets and musicians at campus that i had recently joined. I wrote some poems on their various topics but didn’t get to share them with everyone, probably due to fear or something, but i figured i could share them here.

LOVE’S HARMONY.
Love is a one way street
I don’t mean to sound archaic
But I find , I wouldn’t have much to offer if I sought after him
I would rather he gives his heart first
Even with the odds not in his favour
Many have sought to eradicate the sexes,
But gender does exist.

We all know he says
he’s desired me and
my price he’s ready to pay ,
he takes a step and
waits for me to take mine

If I told him I had desired him ,
does that mean I would be
the one paying his price ,
will I be the one who proposes marriage ,
if that be his price ofcourse,

We sing a song of desire
And I love first place,
Yet now I so wish
That the male voice be the first
And a lady’s , only to complete
The harmony gracefully.

My heart I can give ,
And cupid’s arrow could strike ,
I might love one who hasn’t
asked for my heart.
But I won’t be giving it away still
If my heart so desired death ,
I have my will to stop me ,
We don’t play the heart’s game
If the mind is but disinterested.
Mine is still a heart sought after.

UNITY FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS.
Men speak of sexuality with pride
I haven’t added my voice yet
To any other out there
But why would i ,
I don’t know much
But as far as tales do go
I do have my own tale too

Someday God will entrust you
With one of his own
To love and to cherish
For as long as you shall live

Isn’t that beautiful
But God is trusting you
With so much more
Why do we forget to mention
That you are entrusted with
Someone’s sexuality too ,
Only this person

We are sexual beings
But we are not animals
We are made in the image of the Maker
So our sexuality too is sacred

What if i be afraid of intimacy
What if i rather have such a high drive
What about a scary history

Now its not just about what I might be
But about loving another
And knowing how to be vulnerable
With them , because its not just about
My sexuality , suddenly, i have to protect
Another’s too , Yet still be a lover
With all that comes with being one.

WHAT WAS IT ;
So attracted to you,
But it’s probably just a nature call,
For my species to keep going ,
But now that I can nolonger think only of you , The time is past , and I got to answer ,
Was it love or lust , but then again ,
Maybe they do not differ ,
Could I say it was a bother ?
So much time was wasted ?
So many lies told ?
I said I couldn’t live without you,
What has changed?
Could it be that nature,
Was reminding me of a power bigger than I !
Of a cause I know nothing of !
Or maybe that all can be noble and beautiful
Someday when we can truly say we are one ?
But this I know, somebody out there,
Deserves to hear me say , “Only You “
And hearts still yearn,
For a love no man can satisfy

A NEW SEASON.
Candle lit dinners
A kiss in my palm
I am held in your arms
On a Saturday afternoon
Watching the stars together
Lying side by side
Raindrops on my face
Your arms around my waist
For me it’s a dream
For you a lie,
Because you might ask,
Why not go further ?
Now the time is gone
Commitments we’ve made
Am overwhelmed by mean friends
And assignments I got to finish
Am exhausted too
But we both know these are just excuses
Facing the truth ,
That the sight of you doesn’t make
My heart race ,that it’s not you
Am thinking of in the morning
Even while I awake beside you
Seems rather more harsh
Was it all a bother ?
It was fun while it lasted
Now that I love another
I feel like a liar
Have I only betrayed us
Or even my very self ?
I wasn’t told it could fade
I could say it was fun while it lasted
But they might snarl at me
But what if I told you
Am gonna keep my promise still
And taking walks every Sunday afternoon
Just me and you at an empty hill
Might awaken what we once had
Yet, if it didn’t, I would still be only yours
And yours alone ,
Maybe it doesn’t disappear
When we can still say we love !

For the poem above , i was trying to wonder whether marriage would make a difference, i mean people can’t stay in love forever , atleast not the way a relationship feels like at the onset i think , but we are expected to sustain love in marriage, to purpose to love even when our feelings are not helping out much. But i hope no one takes the kissing bit seriously, afterall, if you wish to maintain purity till marriage, you might have to choose never to kiss the person you are dating , we don’t play with fire.

A WEDDING.
Lights glowing
Flowers so beautiful
A groom awaits
Why have I denied him so
When for him alone my heart longs
Now the bride is shown
A bride I wish I would be
Now and forever
But today ain’t my day
Questions are posed
I can stop them even now
I know that to be true
Because even last night
He said he’s only
Desired me
Now the vows are made
I can wait nolonger
Not for their first kiss
Why have I waited this much
All lovers wish something was done
But maybe there’s nothing like destined
For you can’t be destined for all
My heart is sad , but dreaming I can’t stop
Am off to new ventures
I left for a free life
Going a thousand places
I can’t stop now
Even true lovers wouldn’t forgive
If I turned back now
And shattered the heart of a bride
A bride so tender
The beautiful and pure
A colour all adore
But it’s not the colour of passion
Oh the honourable bride
Could it be that we have longed
For broken hearts
For lovers who couldn’t stay
More than the lovers
For ever besides us.

This poem just reveals a common tendency for people to presume that being married to one person for as long as they live must be so exhausting and unromantic. Also, in high school, one of the last romance novels i read was about a woman who left the man she thought was the one meant for her because he wanted marriage , children , settling down and they loved each other but she wanted to travel around the globe , she left in his absence without saying goodbye and at the end , she wondered whether she had made the right choice but at the same time , she figured she had gotten her heart’s desire still. And when a friend performed a beautiful song about love that’s faded and a couple choosing to go separate ways, I wondered, what if they were married , had spent ten years with each other and had children , what then ? But like he said, we were all just selling our opinions, i don’t have all the answers , maybe no one does.

Vanity.

We work so hard, diligently seeking only after a decent living,a pay we deserve and have fought for, a house we so deserve, because we paid for the best schools, read all we could and justly accounted for our learning.
But our leaders drain all that, Nepotism at its highest as those of noble birth are given what they deserved not and paid not for, a crushing economy because theft is all our leaders are good for, taking of our sweat quite easily, while we rot in poverty and Failure.
We are afraid we might have to throw away our manners, to fight the unfair war unfairly because only then could it be fair. 
But what if all was well,                                 what if our leaders played their role well,                    what if we got what we worked for,  jobs that paid our dues , houses that were worth our sweat, the peace we think we deserve, then What? 
I will tell you, Then we would compete as always to rise above friends, then we would drink because the promised peace,honour ,decency, excellency still hasn't been delivered and we have shockingly discovered that the promise money made ,even of security was a lie and it was never going to be enough . Then we might drink and stay out late in the bars just for a little excitement in life , isn't that what our wealthy friends do ? Who can say they have it all? 
Amin Dada. ( Pinterest)
We think our sweat should win us a fair price but we forget that children are assaulted , many are sick , death is a reality and love is still an illusion we can't get to , Are we foolishly going to blame poverty for all the domestic violence ? Are we going to make our leaders our Saviours ? Justice in a world that doesn't know what that term even means ? 
Vanity , that's all it is,                                 And that's all it will ever be.
Our precious wishes for peace
In a world that's broken
Is but vanity
Don't you rather think it's time
We sought our answers
Not from disappointed leaders
But the Maker of Heaven and Earth Himself ?

Irrespective of how talented, attractive, intelligent, or wealthy you may be, life is difficult and full of struggles and pain. So many people live silently with broken dreams and broken lives.

The True Measure or a Man by Richard E Simmons

Future mother, present friend.

Faith , Hope and Emilly.
You are a kind soul ,                                Wishing only that you be a loving mother      You desire that after all your hard work         You will one day give the world to your child.       You swear , that all your hardwork is to prepare for the day you will have a dear one  of your own. Your life summed up in one desire, to be a mother.
How do i tell you they are empty dreams ? 
You desire a love so deep
A lover who gives their all
Who desires to honour you
Who sends you a rose flower
Each day with a reminder
That only you have they loved.
But you agree, that if he can't be found
You will be fine still
As you hold your child ,
Your everything.
Everyone is a worshipper
But you don't believe so.
Atleast you might agree
That everyone uses words of worship
When they say its my everything
Its all i will ever want
Or that i will lay down my life
To keep safe what i desire.
Why do you worship a child
You haven't birthed yet ,friend ,
Why do you say that when you finally are
A mother , you will give everything for that child
Why say all your hardwork is for one that doesn't live yet
I have heard you my friend, say that 
You wouldn't watch while God took
Your child away , that not even heaven
Could claim that the Child wasn't yours but theirs
What if heaven never does grant you the grace to carry a child , will you then not be a mother ?
Motherhood could be honourable but worship was meant only for God Almighty. Reality tells me that if heaven does grant your desire , in a few years you will have to remember that the Child you were blessed with belongs to another  while the dear one wages a war of Independence from you , I pray that by then you will know to whom every breath really belongs and you will have taught the one you've loved that only sacred and everlasting truth ! 

Marriage advice.

Advice columnist Ann Landers once gave some helpful
advice regarding the work marriage involves. One of her
readers lamented the unrealistic ideas many girls had of
marriage, beseeching, “Why don’t you level with them,
Ann?” Landers replied:
I have leveled with the girls–from Anchorage to
Amarillo.


I tell them that all marriages are happy.
It’s the living together afterward that’s tough. I tell them that a good marriage is not a gift,
It’s an achievement.
That marriage is not for kids. It takes guts and
maturity.
It separates the men from the boys and the women
from the girls.
I tell them that marriage is tested daily by the
ability to compromise.
Its survival can depend on being smart enough to
know what’s worth fighting about. Or making an
issue of or even mentioning.
Marriage is giving–and more important, it’s
forgiving.
And it is almost always the wife who must do these
things.
Then, as if that were not enough, she must be
willing to forget what she forgave.
Often that is the hardest part.
Oh, I have leveled all right. If they don’t get my
message, Buster,
It’s because they don’t want to get it.
Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals
Because nobody wants to read the small print in
dreams.
Ann Landers.

“A Woman’s
Question” by Lena Lathrop, speaks particularly to men.

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the Hand above?
A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life–
And a woman’s wonderful love.
Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing. As a child might ask for a toy?
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy.
You have written my lesson of duty out,
Manlike, you have questioned me.
Now stand at the bars of my woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee.
You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart be true as God’s stars
And as pure as His heaven your soul.
You require a cook for your mutton and beef,
I require a far greater thing;
A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts–
I look for a man and a king.
A king for the beautiful realm called Home,
And a man that his Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did on the first
And say: “It is very good.”
I am fair and young, but the rose may fade
From this soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?
Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride. I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.
If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook
You can hire and little to pay;
But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life
Are not to be won that way.

I have gotten these from a novel I read some time, just can’t remember the title. But this is a reminder to a friend who might not see it , but even at twenty, desires a bed of roses without thorns , in marriage.

Broken

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Am broken, but not gracefully, am lost , something is shattered, if they had called me worthless , it would be different, but they treated me as worthless,

And Father , you let it happen, you didn’t tell them my worth , you didn’t come to my rescue ,

But am coming to you , because you are my Father , you are my lover , because you are a beautifier , because you can restore all things , because it’s all about you , because am here for your glory

Won’t my King come when the enemy locks me up ? Won’t my Prince weep when someone tears me apart ? Won’t my shepherd seek now that am lost ? Won’t my Savior cover me ? Won’t my Father honour me again ?

Am waiting only for the Lion Am adoring only the Lamb Am weeping only at the throne of Glory.

Mock me not , enemy , He paid the price of His Life for mine , He is rescuing me , and the earth is yet to pay it’s price.

In the midst of the storms of life we will either allow what we are experiencing to influence our view of God, or we will allow our view of God to influence what we are experiencing.

The True measure of a man by Richard E Simmons 111.

I bless you prison—I bless you for being in my life—for there lying on rotting prison straw, I learned the object of life is not prosperity as I had grown up believing, but the maturing of the soul.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn