Once every three months

Once every three months
I feel it’s waves,
Like a flood is in it’s wake;
A tsunami
Wrecking my reasoning
Tossing caution in the wind.
Once every three months
I feel it’s heat,
Like fire and breeze
I bask in it’s Sun.
My senses renew speed,
Colours seem more coloured
As I become antigravity.
Once every three months
I come alive
Like a chandelier I cast light,
I hit the eureka at every turn
I could run a marathon on and on
Once every three months
I fall in love
And i love how the Grammy feels.

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Wordsmith

My dear Wordsmith
Break this barrier of silence,
Let your utterance spring life.
Tell me our story,
The future your mind creates,
The mysteries we would unravel,
Lands that would make Columbus marvel.
Tell me about touches;
Touches that untangles answers
And awakens ambers,
Moments that unveils clarity
And dispels obscurity.
My dear Wordsmith,
Put an end to this curse your silence brings.
┬ęLifeasChristy

Let’s Do 8thMile Again

Last week i swam in love, love so deep i came alive.
Oka autonomous community in Isiala Mbano Imo state was where 8th mile held.
On reaching the residence for volunteers i was in awe, prior to that i envisioned that since we were going to a village, we would probably get to sleep in a “village looking” house or community hall (like we always did on geological field trips), we didn’t.

I remember the cool Doctors i met on my way to the village; the begining of an amazing friendship.
Throughout the love-outreach, i was a Doctor, ­čśÄ

Literally,

Okay, fine i served with the Vitals team. I felt like a Doctor, i mean i got to check blood sugar, BP. The name “Dr” got dropped on me here and there by the locals so i picked it up. ­čśÄ

Love was in the air, love so thick i could cut it if i tried.

From the laughter that sprinted from a local’s mouth when Joy said; “Ba Igbo” to a woman who kept speaking Igbo to her to Nono helping a woman walk towards a Doctor.

I saw wonder mixed with contentment in the smile of some of the local’s when they got treated and issued glasses, it was as though they saw the world for the very first time.
I remember loving the patience in Dr Ogo’s eyes, readily listening and the humor in Dr Ada’s eyes ready to burst with laughter, the fire in Dr Williams eyes ready to set diseases ablaze, the compassion in Dr Emma’s eyes, spelling hope.
I remember trying to fill a form for a 78years old man and i asked if he was married, he started laughing and kept laughing telling me it was impossible for a 78yrs old man to be single.
I can still feel the joy that poured in with testimonies from young folks in the school stepping forward and making Jesus their all.
It was a total love experience for me, everything seemed to fit, every step generated the next like organs relating in unison from my roommates, three to be precise ( A talker, a gist partner and an untroubled water) to the rest of the volunteers, different characters coming together to spread love.

8th mile was like a solved puzzle, each act leading to another act of love.

Let’s do 8thMile again for that woman who dropped her brokenness and sorrows at the feet of Jesus, i tell you there are more like her.
Let’s do 8thMile again for the kids that got drugs,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 786 persons that were treated,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 544 people that made Jesus their all.

Let’s do 8th again,

Please,

let’s do 8thMile again.

*( The YWAP (Youth With A Purpose) 8th Mile Project is built on the foundation of practical love of Jesus Christ in Matthew 25:35-36. We make available tokens of free medical, surgical care and welfare relief materials for residents in rural areas as well as urban slums in Nigeria and Africa.

Www.ywap.org )

Hurricane!!!

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

Maybe

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

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

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

Maybe:
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

crysty