Please check out my book Cookies with Christ” here: http://goo.gl/OyMvAm It was neither noon nor night. The skies were clear as day yet I could see the stars in splendid array. This looked like the Eden that Moses described. Watered by rivers from the 4 corners of the earth. Teeming with verdant vegetation and virile creatures. But it was more beautiful. The light that shone was not from the sun or the moon. It was the glow of the Almighty that Job’s friend spoke of. It poured forth from Papa and seemed to swallow me up. Papa held my hands and led me down the paths green with righteousness. There was no shadow of doubt. There was no inkling of fear or worry. I was perfectly calm. I felt like Peter when Jesus held his hands and walked him back to the boat. Underneath the evergreen foliage of His presence we walked and talked. We talked about how He protected Ilo.
Read on and enjoy. This morning I got the shocker of my life. It was early on Sunday so I went about my pre-church duties which included a warm shower (thankfully, PHCN was supportive this morning), tweeting, calling my heart-throb Ifeoma Funke Damilola Okay! I don’t have one. My p-setting game only lands me effortlessly in Friend-zone. *Don’t you dare laugh*. Soon I shall meet my emerald of grace… Anyways *scoffs* It was about quarter to 9 when there was a light rapping sound on my door. Someone was knocking. Someone was knocking!!! Someone was knocking? But wait… I was the only one in the compound for heavens sake. The gates were padlocked. I looked at the window where I normally kept the keys. There they were. I remembered locking the doors, the gate after my dad drove out. My folks had already gone for workers meeting as they were ministers in Dayspring Assembly, so I visibly startled that someone was knocking. Visibly
You will read this because you must. You will read this and watch as the eye of your understanding is freed from the rust. You will read this and indeed you will trust. For this has been quarried from Zion’s crust. The deep of the sea is nothing compared to the depths of His Love for me. Selah – Damilare ENJOY Let me tell you this: how I was a wretch, wandering the wastelands of my own existence. Tensed, bound by the brokenness and bitterness of self. How I wallowed in woes, worry and wormholes, till my life was stripped of wonder and all I could see was shortcut into void and chaos. If I could I would ask you to spare a minute just to listen to the melody of the nadir. Between the soul-wrenching yelps of the demon cur and the lustful clamor of the debauchee I found myself making petitions to gods I had forged after my
You don’t know me yet you don’t like me. You know me and you have every reason to hate me. I have warts adorning my face and I am not even half as smart as Isaac Watts. Occasionally I stink up the room with my farts. And your favorite acronym for me is Foolish, Annoying, Twat a.k.a FAT. Even if you don’t think these things about me these thoughts inundate my mind. I am insecure and unsure… BUT NO MORE because… I am deciding to be joyful: to stop waiting for the approval of others, to stop waiting for the storm clouds to pass away. I am deciding to step out of this broken boat of bitterness and with my moccasins waltz on the waters. I know this that the Spirit I carry is the Life of God. I will walk with this consciousness into the valley of death’s shadow and those domiciled there will scream “UP NEPA“. I am
Have you read “All I Do” or “Yahweh“? Please do… This is the first instalment in my 316RUSH (316 posts posted at precisely 3:16pm) … Do enjoy… Click here to enjoy Aybee Omari’s Bloom Baby, Bloom Take all your sloppy love stories. Heap them … narrative upon narrative, tale after tale from Romeo and Juliet’s dangerous dalliance with death to the illicit affair under the duvet of dusk between David and Bathsheba Consider them in all their glory and grandeur See Casanova blaze bright like a Supernova hovering over damsels like a predator would eye his prey Watch in wonder as the dashing prince smashes through beam and board just to win the fairest one’s heart Take all of these Your fairy tales, your bedtime stories stories of a princess awakened by a kiss or missing shoes used as GPS in a romantic quest Pile them up till they reach the navel of the sky or better still till they