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How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”~ William Shakespeare

The other day I was going through my friend’s (Itofa) blog, he wrote a lovely piece on kindness that got me thinking…
I remember one faithful day I boarded a bus home beside me sat a guy. I can’t really remember how we started chatting but he was on his way to see a friend when his phone battery died making it impossible for him to call his friend and get direction to the house. He asked if I could lend him my battery to call his friend (take my battery out of my phone and give it to him). I just met this guy and he was asking me to remove my phone battery. I thought it over in my head, well what’s the worst that can happen from being kind to a stranger? So, I obliged, took out my battery and he used it.

  That was six years ago!
  Ever since then we have been great friends, I’ve learnt a lot from him.His dreams are so big and so specific, year after year I’ve watched him grow into the man he has always wanted to be,I’ve watched God use him to bless many lives just by observing him I’ve learnt alot and I wouldn’t have gotten to know someone this amazing if I hadn’t shown a little kindness that day.
  A little kindness here and there goes a long way.
In prov3:3 the Bible said”do not let kindness and truth leave you…

And in Heb13:2a”do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers”
  In the book of Acts chapter 28 when Paul and his guys arrived an Island called Melita, they were soaked to the bone because it rained. The people of the island showed them kindness by building a fire so the apostles could sit around,they dried them up and gave them a place to sleep.

In verse 8 it was recorded that the father of the chief who took them in was sick with fever and a bloody flux, Paul healed him. 

On hearing this others that were sick around came out and were healed. Due to the kindness this people showed the apostles their Island became a healing ground that night.

The benefits of kindness are enormous.

Kindness brings about happiness . Just watching peoples countenance change when you’ve done something good for them is enough to lighten your mood making you happy and increase your self esteem because you were part of bringing someone Joy.

Kindness boosts better relationships, it shows people we value them and that they matter.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson rightly said “It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself”.

In being kind/helping others we are indirectly helping ourselves. 

A lot of Jesus’s work on earth was starggered by compassion. See

*Luke 7:13-“when the Lord saw her He felt compassion for her…

*matt15:32-“And Jesus called His disciples to Him and said”I feel compassion for the people…

*matt9:36-“seeing the people,He felt compassion for them…

*matt20:34-“moved with compassion Jesus touched their eyes….

And on and on.
Live a life of kindness,just a little smile can change someone’s entire day.

#LifeasChristy 

MY YCPH2016 EXPERIENCE

Posted: September 18, 2016 in memories
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With the sun cascading down the rolls of arranged white chairs like a succession of orderly planted rose buds. With the smile on the face of every observer and a deep sigh of contentment erupting from the inside of the event planners amidst the sweat and fatigue mixed with dusty hands and scraped feet from occasional tangling of the feet in sharp grasses. It was a pleasant sight to behold spread across the vast land of the Games ground. The breeze that accompanied the sun was refreshing, although a little drizzle interrupted the procession of organization earlier but it stopped as quickly as it started. 

      The program was scheduled for 7pm till dawn promising an amazing time. We had anticipated this for a long time now, today was the day, in few hours from now we are sure to expect arrival of people from different parts of the world .Some minutes past 4pm, amidst the sun it started drizzling, since it drizzled earlier and stopped we payed less attention to it this time but when the down pour turned heavier and angrier,we took cover shielding ourselves. Looking back at the chairs which were getting displaced one by one by the angry rain,there was little we could do as we watched hours of sweat go down in minutes. 

     The rain meant business, enveloping the entire unpaved ground of the Games ground into a muddy mash. Closed to 5000chairs engulfed in mud. It was a total opposite of what it was some minutes ago. On and on the rain fell heavier and angrier. All we had was prayer which unknowingly was big enough  as doubt of “would this program hold” started crawling in with fangs like those of Piranha ready to snag out any little flickers of hope left. 

      A look outside at about 8pm brought tears to my  eyes as I saw people trooping in amidst the downpour, through the cold and wet ground. It was an humbling sight. When I heard a group call out “all Bayelsa people stay together please” joy sprouted from my inside, they were coming despite the rain, people came in from Zaria, Lagos, Ilorin, UK, USA and the likes. 

      Now as they came in their numbers we had to find a better place for them to sit since the initial ground marked out for chairs were now enveloped in mud. With my phone buzzing and every hands on deck we converted all the paved grounds into sitting grounds. It was really amazing because even the people that came from far and near to attend were also busy in pulling out Chairs and setting them to sit on.  It was a united affair. 

       At about a couple of minutes to 9pm, the rain thinned out leaving just the cold night breeze behind. Now almost everyone was sitted and people still arriving, the stage already set, a minister climbed up and started the opening prayers right after that different ministrations purred in. I remember sitting behind closed to some group of people that added more flavour to the program for me. They hyped every ministration making me reel with laughter, the crowning points was when the flying drone came hovering over them, they erupted into exciting screens one of them in particular started begging the drone to stay longer that he needed a selfie with it, I couldn’t help my bust of laughter. Another peak was when our Pastors came up for the first talk show it was really inspiring. After that the ministers came up dropping some punch lines on us which was super amazing. It was a cold but amazing night, under the canopy of a blissful night we sat having a wonderful time in God’s presence. Looking around me I could see happy faces, I could hear happy voices at that point I knew there was no better place to be but at YCPH2016.

WOULD I BE ENOUGH

Posted: April 2, 2016 in memories

Would love still exist
When the veil falls in
      Would beauty still exist
When speed scrambles with time
      Would good enough be me
Even when enough is highly measured
      It is said;
Pleasure is redefined
      When it stands before the eyes
Would love still be there
      When there is nothing to hide
Or would it just be a mist
      To a distant rider
Would Rubies be less than I
      When you finally take that ride
Or perhaps,
      Its easier loving
From where speed displaces time
      I heard
It hides stories we never want to relive
      Tell me!
Would I still be a beautiful Miracle?
      Perhaps,
It does not matter
      I would be and always be…
                                    A beautiful miracle.

#beautifulMiracle

Way over a decade I’ve lived
   I’ve never met a man
as sweet as this
   Through dusty lanes
and broken roads
   Through mistakes and stories
Better left untold
   I’ve never met a man
As sweet as this.

Knocking fear in the face
    Dispelling doubt
Outstretched hands
   In times so down
I’ve never met a man
   as sweet as this.

Who kindles the torch
   And sweeps the floor
In search of the one
   That’s so so lost
I’ve never met a man
   as sweet as this.

Who calls out a feast
   With merriment of heart
Because he has finally found
   A child that had gone astray
I’ve never met a man
   as sweet as this

Who bore the guilt
  That wasn’t his to bear
Who took the nails
   That wasn’t his to wear
All for love too strong to declare
    To show me he care
He took my place.
    I’ve never met a man
As sweet as this.

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                          #lifeasChristy

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Where comes this strong wind?
Stirring the waters within
Riding on the ocean breeze
With fury, nothing can appease
Swirling me to it’s core
While gravity loses me more and more
With each spin, I’m drawn upwards
With great surge and impulse
It’s like I’m no longer alone
I feel like a moving cyclone
Am I now joined with you?
By the winds you blew?
I am totally drenched in you
Soaked in this storm that’s new
I was warned you’ll come
With a force to overcome
Leave that vicinity, they say
Or the price you’ll pay
But I thought not much of the bid
I paid no attention to their heed
Now encompassed in this stirring
In this motion without a steering
We can’t see where we’re going
I don’t care, I’ll go with the moving
Stopping it is out of it
I just want to twirl and swirl with it
With each thrust, the earth trembles
Beneath us, it tremors
This force, one too strong to tame
It’s as thus my heart’s aflame
Loving you is the hardest thing I’ve done
Dangerously sweet, I hope to drown
Break me, let my members be in you
Let’s swoon, let’s fuse through
Take me with you, let’s run wild and free
Let’s break every obstacle that tries to peep…

#lifeaschristy

Its 2am
My bed beckons yet I choose to ignore.

   I reflect by my window.
I couldn’t scale it
So I thought
Although I never tried
I heard it was an insuperable trip,

   Somehow from the chambers of my apperceives
I knew I needed at least a feel.

   With the landscape framed with pictures of scorched dreams
My confidence took an unannounced trip

The road looked broken
What lay beyond I couldn’t tell

So

Ages I stood
With feet dragging behind
And a compass of passion
I took a step…

As I passed through every phase
I ponder!
With flutters of regrets arising from thinking of me in retrospect.

Although am yet to make my mark
Am glad I made a move

Because

Who can live right
With layers and layers of regrets?.

  “You know
 We all have dreams
But until we start living them
They would always be dreams”

#lifeaschristy

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     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
But
This slimy green covered wall seems attractive today
Perhaps this is a different specie of Spirogyra
*so I stare*

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
But
The sound I hear is like that of a train announcing her arrival from a war time voyage.
Oh!
Sorry,its the neighbors generator.

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
But
What’s that smell?
Like the fume coming out of the chimney of a biodegradable plant (that’s if there was one).
I guess its just someone burning dirt.
There should be a law against that or something.

     I’m trying to write something  creative here,
But
Suddenly my phone becomes one busy market.
Okayyyy *puts it on silence*
*stares at the blinking light for a moment*
You know what ,I’ll just reply some messages,Dont want to keep people waiting.

     Fine fine fine
Block all the distractions out
Look inside of you
Tap from your inner creativity.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock

Oh gosh!!!!
I think I looked the wrong way inside
Because
The tightening I discovered just reminded me::::::::

     I’m Hungry

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