My Birthday

As this hand and Mouth that has been taken over by an older purposeful mind turns a quarter of a century, in my well lit Conner i worship. Typically in songs and tongues but now in reflections, deep silence and prayer. With the screen in front of me and a keyboard that won't run out of ink. Hear my Heart.
In my days i have seen several days, much more than those coming after me. i have been in need and abounding in all. i have lost, been given and been taken from. i know pain also in ways you may never know. This is why as the year flips over i can write that in my lowest state i have mustered up a smile, i have laughed at serious things where people expected me to cry. i have had the cause to hold back people from getting into fights on my behalf. Because i don't just believe God, but i also know when he is at work, waiting or showing me a brighter path. i want to be beside him at all times. These decades and a half have been most meaningful since you came into the picture.

This is what worship should sound and look like. i tell you of how circumstances lose their meaning and i can rewrite my reality. Sleep in a boat with the storms raging. Experience Peace and do that smile i do with my left upper lip. It's going to come out right. He said it would i not only believe it i am too lazy to worry about it.  
If i write a memoir for my birthday and you are expecting to hear me talk about me, then it won't be this one. Because i am very sure that if He wrote his it will mostly be about me.        

Courage

Its was almost 2016, I woke up this morning in my story telling mood. So i decided to share a story that involves a lot of my friends. Shared and mutual experiences make the best of stories.

One day (actually one night, probably around 1am) in the city of Gwagwalada. In the year 2011 (I guess! please correct me if I am wrong). This was the period before school properly resumes, when committed folks like us came back earlier than others to things we normally can only do earlier than others. From different locations across Gwagwalada we got a call. Get to the house where your Sisters reside! Run! They are been Robbed! (I guess that’s how the call sounded, not sure i was the one who picked it) We got up! With exclamation marks and I woke up the team who camped at Oluwafemi (not the restaurant o! But a compound close by) this guys were Ani, Ay (where you there?), Myke, Olaitan, and Me. We actually got up put on clothes and began to run. The call came from Dagiri, where Papa Ik, Odims, John, Henry and Moses were camping. We were closer to Obanna so we hoped to get there first. We didn’t stop jogging there (sorry Running) with no thought at all, just get there! It was not until we were close that my brain fully woke up. And i stopped running. Kai! What are we going to do? Where are we Going? Armed robbers or just Robbers? How on earth are we able to stop a robbery in process? My courage took a break and let reason mixed with a little fear prevail. But when I remembered they were sisters. Blind courage Resumed and i barked to my guys “Hold something” and we all sighted different sizes of weapons, I had a plank. At least i had something to defend my blind courage. I have no idea what the others were thinking just mine.

We eventually got there with our adrenaline fully pumped with even a reasonable amount on reserve in case Fight changed to Flight. We busted into the compound like the avengers, you know? When everyone passes through one door at the same time without touching each other and take their picture perfect pose before the final showdown. Only to find some of the Boys from Dagiri with folded arms looking at us. Now this is weird we came here to stop a robbery or at least try. Odims in his normal sarcastic tone “What is this” (that’s how it sounded in my head).  That was how we converted from being the Expendables to being Sherlock Holmes such a waste of adrenaline. Even Ik came in first to save the victims before he tells us that Henry had been arrested by the police as they couldn’t comprehend two guys on a bike in the middle of the night. I won’t tell you what they did Ik except he decides to share it himself.

It was a false alarm as we wrapped up the investigation; it was a story of a rat and a funny security guard (who is not from Benue) who loves to chase rats at night.

As we slept in the open of their compound as we couldn’t risk going back on our depleted adrenaline plus the police... I looked up as I laid down and let my mind wonder. What if it was a robbery? What would that have made of us? Would we have defeated them and saved our friends. Well those questions are not relevant. It’s over now. Toba couldn’t make it down that night

It is love that overrides common sense. I know I would react like that over and over again. The love of Christ compels us... That is the spirit that gave us life. It is not just for a season, its forever. I still love you all.

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To all Writers of Truth

Dedicated to all my friends who write.

The world is a beautiful and well thought out master piece. It’s unfortunate a lot of people have lost their perception of beauty. If they cannot see what is in front of them now, how can they perceive what is in the times to come. Beauty has been robbed from the heart of Man, just as innocence and purity has been given in trade to the culture of commercialism. When my thoughts only come for a price and for a price I think. How then can all things pure and perfect be seen?

For you who have eyes to see and have also learnt the patience to write. To those who grew up and were not robbed or have not yet being robbed of the sanity of humanity and the eyes of a child backed with the diligence of a sage. Turn the pages that once used to be your escape from reality to your weapon of reformation, to rebirth the humanity from whence we were created in union with the divine. To educate and cause all men to see the creator beyond the created, to see the origin of society and economics to tell the inhabitants of the world that the grounds were made to sustain all and not some. Tell him that leads that everything made is the answer and not just the artificial price of one.

While you can still see tell it all, so if you lose your sight you would have a comfort that you have indeed seen it all, even beyond those who still have eyes. This is why you exist. No one comprehends what you see. You have been magnanimous to share your eyes with the world. For a while I have battled with the relevance of us, until recently. The world needs us to heal them by showing them the colours in the Black and white text, the harmony in the life they ought to live, the freedom of Grace and the humility of virtue and the power to redesign our reality to the utopia in our heart. I have been enriched seeing the world through your eyes.  Do not ever *ever stop writing. They might only miss you when you are gone.

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