I want to lose my uncertainty

  I want to bury my doubts,

  I want to taste a love that lasts

  And make a living through hope,

  I want to run towards my fear

  And give my dreams wings.


  I want to run towards something

  Not away.



Start Again.

​We had moments that took to the wind,

We had laughter’s that got lost in the storm,

We had aspirations that sunk beneath the currents

We took to the waves in the wrong direction

We made choices that pushed the shores further away

Now we drown in our doubts as our lungs struggles to hold unto life. 

If we could float up to the surface and just start all over again,

That would make a difference.


    I have always enjoyed solitude. Taking long strolls in quiet neighborhoods or just sitting alone and thinking. I love being awake in the darkness dwelling on the peace and quiet the night time brings. My mind is always on an express trip going beyond the present and visible. Often times i’m an emotional mess,I have to take time away to regroup.

     A couple of days back my mind became a tangled mess freestyling into nothingness, my schedule was too busy for a stroll and my nights became noisy so I went to a place I knew somehow I would find the peace that I sought.

    One of the reasons I love going to the scriptures is because its so relatable.

    So I opened up a psalm to read, it was like the words came to life jumping right at me. You see, this was a psalm I had read a couple of times but somehow on that day it got me like “for real?”,”How did you know what I was thinking?!”,”wait!!!thought it was just me”and on and on.

    It opened my mind to see troubled and broken men who found grace in the face of I AM and I came to understand that there wasn’t a time I AM did not come through.
    That alone sparked up my dose of confidence that when I get tossed in the wind admidst the rain, I could  always find peace in the one that turns things in time and rhythm. I AM.


When the sky be full of rain

The earth is hard
It can’t be tilled 
  A little moist would do the drill
So we wait
  For the birth the sky promised.

  The barns are empty
Knees grow feeble
  Tho hope be unstable 
Still we wait
  For the birth the sky promised.

  Air goes dry
Throats goes sour
  Lips crack up
  Still we wait 
For the birth the sky promised.

  We know for sure
When the sky be full of rain
  Everything is bound to change.
So hold on
  Drop not your guards
Just a little while longer
  And watch the cloud burst forth
With torrents of rain
  To wash down the cracked tears of pain

that’s what happens
      The sky be full of rain.

#Harmattan inspiratio….

The devil Never Gives Up! Does he?

The other day,
I bet the devil sat back
With a tall glass of wine
Legs crossed
With a smug on his face
As he watched with satisfaction
That ruddy-young-fair child
Step forward
With a sling and a stone
To raise down
An immovable wall.

You know,he must have heard a savior would come out of the house of that child.

Now if he could just get rid of that child he would be done with the savior.


his time must have settled
And frozen
For much more than a moment
Because his glass came crashing down
In symphony with the giants fall.

*he Lost*

Going back in time,
I still remember
The walling,
The screaming
And the confusion
When that decree was made
“Kill the male kids”!!!!

Somehow he got a wind
That divinity
Was planning something,
he really needed to outsmart HIM.
This time, he better not fail.
“Send the soldiers out, pull out the swords,slay them all”
He paced
Back and forth.


*he Lost*

And then he tried that old trick again.
You know,
It still baffles me every time I think of his crucifixion tactic,
He just couldn’t accept that
He had been defeated
A long time ago.

Look where that led him.


The Rose that grew from concrete

Siting outside

Staring at nothing

Can’t believe its all over

The lonely nights I cried

Finally I can breath

Finally I can feel the sun

Finally I can enjoy life

The way I’m supposed to

The pains are gone now

I really can’t see the scars anymore

So let’s say,

time did the fading


Like an over washed rock

By the sea side I feel,

I’m glad

Finally I can breath

Finally I can feel the sun

Finally I can enjoy life

The way i am supposed to

It feels like another life time

I left them all behind

The waves has blown them

To a far away land


I am not afraid to break new grounds

Like the rose that grew from concrete                    LifeasChristy 

A man of Valor

Once there was a man,
A man of valor he was.
They say he bore
A scary face
Like an unknown beast.
I wonder if
The mask he wore,
Became over-worn
And never came off.
Then came the day
He went to war,
So great he fought
He hands became one
Cleav-ing to the sword.
I would have thought,
That a sword that cleaves
Would cause so much hurt,
Making one weak.
On he fought.

(2sam 23,1cor 12)



Do you ever wonder
Why we have to hurt
When we have a God
That loves us!!!

We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer

Our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.

All the pain we are feeling
Is just the hurt before the healing
The dark before the morning

Once we feel
The waves of glory
All our pains
Would fade to memory

Or Maybe
I don’t know.

But I know this:
Just because we don’t feel him moving
Doesn’t mean He’s not there
At the end
He makes all things
Work together for good
If we but love
So let not the worries
Get the best of you
‘Cause right from the valley
He will see you through.

Happy first of November
Make the best of it