Out of her the world’s nations were birthed and from her our master’s kin was raised. She is queen who isn’t afraid to tilt her head and pick up the world’s broken pieces. She is the wind, whisking away yesterday’s chaos from the world. She is healing from today’s pain and joy for your sorrow. She is life that has been given life. She is the breath of God living in out of man’s flesh and not the soil, yet she is so intricately constructed to withstand all that stands to break her. Her intelligence is weapon for war and she isn’t afraid to use it. However she can choose to use it as a tool for peace.
The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. Genesis 2:15.
Butterfly fly by my window. Flap your beautiful wings painted with the colours of the sun. Remind me again of how creative the mater of creation is. How he is able to intricately place every detail into this marvellous tapestry. Remind me again of just how much he desires beauty. How he patiently waits for you to fully mature in that cacoon of yours as he makes sure you are not moved or shaken by anything nature sends against you. As you fly by my window, I see his greatness and I feel his love. Just like you, he knows every bit of me and loves me as I am. Fly over me, oh so gently and gracefully. Show me that the touch of love is never aggressive and is always ready to embrace and bring healing to the most wretched of souls.
I love new beginnings, they serve as a reminder that there’s no better time than the present. Change is gradual process and every new day gives room for growth. The butterfly shows us just why good things take time, magnificence can not just happen in a day.
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Monday is coming back to a platform you’ve forsaken for so long 😭 I have had quite the run up with writers block. I literally couldn’t pen anything down, and it’s been the worst experience. It’s almost as if the element in me that was built for creativity had been tampered with and I had no idea if it was ever going to come back to normal. Good news is, I think it has! So let’s brace ourselves for some awesome (and preferably consistent) written content!!!
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I had been told that the path I have chosen was not for the fainthearted. They said I would only ever be perceived as an obstacle of justice but woe was me, whose tenacity deceived me that I was going to be the voiceless for the voiceless, an instrument of change a vital solution to the world’s injustice. I woke up everyday with the thought that I might not be back home the same person and each day I was right. Every moment in the field built up new memories that changed my entire perspective of life. I remember witnessing one of my colleagues being persecuted by the people the very people she fought to speak for. The voiceless had suddenly rose against voice, they cowardly spoke not because they were ungrateful for her help but because they were afraid of law and what it would do to them. Still she stood her ground and cried out for the justice of the people, she swore that she will not back down until their needs were heard, she let out her last breath pleading for justice to be served. I can still remember the fear and anger that sailed through my mind. How could the very people she stood for, throw under the bus like that? The dreading feeling grew inside me and the words of my past played like a broken record repeatedly announcing it told me so. The anger in me grew stronger and I wanted to prove those voices wrong, I was going to fight and stand for change even if it costed my life. And when the day arrived, I found myself face-to-face with the law pointing a gun to my head. He shouted not to shoot and that I should lower my weapon. I pleaded not to because my ‘weapon’, wasn’t threatening anyone. My ‘weapon’, wasn’t taking the lives of innocent children.My ‘weapon’ wasn’t stealing from the vulnerable. So I raised my weapon because I was tired of being puppet of the law and gave him a condition that I will only lower it when he lowers his.He said he will shoot and I said “so will I”.
In recognition of world press freedom day I thought I could share of a story looking at the life of a field working journalist. They are among the heroes that have fought for democracy and of many nations. They, along with many members of the press are an important part of history.
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I close my eyes and say a prayer for my little sister that had just been sexually assualted in her own community. Please heal her broken spirit and restore her health. Wipe the tears off her mother’s eyes and comfort her from this trauma.
Teach us Lord to love just you love. Let our spirits be overcome with an unquenchable thirst to fight for each other against the evils of this world in your name. In this world filled with greed, depression, jealousy and anger, we ask that our hearts be enriched with the passion to speak for the voiceless and afraid. Send an angel to our brothers going through battles they are unable to speak of. Comfort them and drive away every cloud carrying suicidal thoughts. Finally, let your light shine on the paths of the young and old people of every race in every nation across the world. May the shattered heart see you in the darkest vallies and hear your voice in the loudest storm saying “peace be still”. In the name Jesus we have prayed, Amen🙏