HOLY SPIRIT, MY FRIEND, MY COUNSELOR

Let go! Open up! Allow me! You are always asking for this but you won’t open up to receive! The Holy Spirit nudged me in my spirit. I wanted to scream at Him. What did He want from me? Why won’t He leave me alone? I had given Him a part of me but no, he wants it all…. For weeks, I anticipated my birthday, anticipated the gifts I couldn’t wait to receive from my Abba. Yet here I was rejecting all that He had to give to me because I had formed the habit of holding back, so much that I didn’t know how to let Him in. I stood on that stage watching as people were communing with the Holy Spirit and receiving from Him, and there I was, thinking why am I feeling like a stone pillar. I knew in my spirit that I had closed up and I couldn’t let go. Years of being hurt and disappointed constantly and healing in my own way by building walls around my heart, was robbing me of true intimacy with the Holy Spirit. I desired to have koinonia with my Abba, but how could I have that when I wouldn’t allow him to break me and pour into me that sweet, heavenly fragrance that will draw people to come and drink from the well he has dug in me? In as much as I held back, I knew there was one thing I could not deny. The sweetness of His presence. The warmth, the loving calm. How could I deny myself of this, when that was all my heart cried for? All those days of frustrations and moments of depression pointed to one thing! THE PRESENCE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. Holy Spirit, help me. Help me to let go. I don’t know how. Please I need you to help. Without exaggeration or drama, I felt something give way. I broke down. Now who says such tears are not overwhelming? I felt such release I had not felt in like forever! I am not saying He is through with me yet. Oh no. this is the beginning. I dared to break my Alabaster box with the help of the Holy Spirit and this journey; I wouldn’t trade for all the Kelewele in Ghana. Now these words ring true to me as each day passes with me enjoying my Abba like never before; The day God apprehended me and got hold of me It was for this purpose; That I be a reservoir of His presence, love and other gifting, Also his express image, That I may show forth his glory and man may drink from the well He has dug.

ISINTU

Out of earth He made me Day before the Sabbath He created me In their image and likeness So much He gave to me The colors that filled the earth The deep and blue sea And all that is in The greens of the fields All edible and not Even the last born of creation He gave to me as helpmate All he asked of us Was to multiply Take charge And have dominion Over all that He created He has made me God, soul and flesh I might have sold my birthright But by God! I take it back A new dawn A new day A new life is birthed I am number six I Am MAN.

DOLOR!

My pillow gets wet Especially when I see the little pink dresses And the tiny shoes she wore. My eyes get damp Even so, when I stretch out my arm to her side of the bed And I remember she sleeps under the cold tablet in the yard My heart gets broken When I touch my now flat belly And recall she was there some few months ago My lips quiver When I turn around with a start cos he called my name Only it was but the breeze tingling my ears My shoulders tremble When I watch him hug his little girl tightly That was us some years ago. My knees buckle When I watch the tiny heads thrown back in fits of giggle in the park As I remember my tiny head was run over at the corner of that street. At the end My whole body screams in despair At the thought of all the ones I loved and lost To death or to another There I wish for some opium To take me faraway to a place That place where I soar Painlessly Effortlessly

MENABA

Today. He chose to love her, today. After countless floating castles, and promises battling weights with feathers... She has always been a bubbly and pretty belle. Full of body and life. But no! He chose to squeeze it all out of her. You see, he made her reject his seed times uncounted, while he claimed a latex allergy. He had no allergies when it came to humping her. No. He could have her,anyhow,anywhere and she always complied. Of course anything to make him happy. Surely, Providence probably regrets imputing the issue of submissiveness in the Holy Writs or perhaps, He could just pardon her severe extremity-ness. Yes, she could have other options; in control measures and in man. Yet she didn't. For someone who oozed such superficial confidence almost to the point of neck breaking feminism, it was overwhelming. And today of all days he chose to love her. When she was dressed in a pretty lace gown, face made up and nails done, just the way she loves it. She was on her way to the huge cathedral. You see, another has claimed her. Maybe to love her in ways better and prudent than he ever did. Most of the observers had mixed feelings. They were glad that another 'rescued' her. But what if...? Oh and yes, they were mad at him. Why on earth will he choose today of all days to love her? To shed some tears from those pathetic slits in his face? When she was all alone, struggling to hold on to the feet of her soul, to prevent its vacation of her body, was he there? No! He was warming the sheets of another. And when finally she had been butchered and de-offal-ed, frozen and later left to thaw on the equally cold slab like an ostrich being readied for a banquet, he dared shed a tear? Shameless! And he is here bawling like a baby with colic. Maybe he won't get any like her; to be loved and to maltreat. That he was audacious enough to shed tears when he had drove her into the arms of Earth and Hades is very baffling.

FLUMINA

Within and beneath Lies a deep still well Never been stirred Never been fetched Within and beneath This still well Lies a lonely treasure Waiting To be found Waiting To be taken Within and beneath This lonely treasure Lies A Cold Still Heart, Reaching For passion To live Once more

KENJE!

They call me crazy Just because i go round In rags and underwashed Hair almost auburn Though i know i have enough melanin I sit at the square and listen As they spin tales About the origin of my madness Especially about me being a man snatcher I laugh so hard and clap Who needs a man? When these demons keep.me busy? I watch them everytime Those market women Fat behinds and stinky sweat pits And those men Always tugging briefcases behind them With silk ropey things choking them. And they call me crazy? Aha! Have you seen those ones Who sit behind the wheel of the kiakia trucks? Their eyes depict madness As they dart from east to west and back Noses flared, In their bid to squeeze their dingy lorries Into the traffic frenzy Their breath can scald And not just the temperature And to think i am the crazy one I find the men particularly amusing Those constraining outfits In this hot damp atmosphere When I see them I laugh so hard and clap That's when they think I fancy them But tell me Who needs a man? When these demons keep me busy?

SILENT SIREN

THE SILENT SIREN I sit here in solitude With this black darkness Embracing me Engulfing me Almost choking This is where you pop up And scream 'April Fool!' Sadly, this aint no prank The Silent Siren  Placed his clichéd icy hands on you He comes in that deafening silence And leaves us empty Save the wailing I sometimes imagine Placing fiery fingers around his icy neck And snuffing it out of him But how? He is so silent And stealth  And sudden Alas! The Silent Siren soundeth and striketh, yet again. Hmmph! Inspired by Jo.  For the lil soldier And many others....