Monday, May 31, 2010

Happy Birthday Angel!

Hello People!!
How was your day?
Mine was great! Today was my kid sister's birthday,so she had a little something in her school & we all went to see her with lots of gifts and all that! In all it was a good family day and boy! did the rain not help.Well,I don't really have much too say today because I had such a busy day.Not to bore you all with my 30hour day,I'll rather crash and get back with you all tomorrow with a little something i started working on today. Exactly 13 years ago today,I lost someone that meant heaven,earth and all-the-point-of-living-at-all to me. That? I wont go into details now,but be rest assured E-smiles has a little something for the soul.Well,also to be random,I heard Celine Dion is pregnant with twins? That's such a good news and its funny how people say she's old and all kinds of stuffs! If her Chi decided to bless her,then go find something and hit your head upon.Well, till tomorrow then! Happy Birthday Angel!

With all my heart,

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sunday Smile.

Are you Jesus?

Hello Folks!
I hope you all enjoy E-smiles as much as it gives me more pleasure than soya milk (yeah i love that) ! 
So today in church,the pastor threw a question at the congregation. It went "Are you Jesus"?
First, I gave it a little thought and I wondered from which point of view he was talking from! Then he went about to ask another question,though rhetorical this time, "Are You Perfect'. I started wondering if he was just a new generation pastor,like a pastor who ventured into God's work because his fingers and legs were too weak to send his kids to school,There were a lot of them in Lagos today,but he,quoted scriptures without the bible and didn't clean his face too much to display any form of tension. But then again I recalled a scripture(From where,I cannot remember) That said something like us being a reflection of God in all perfection and flawlessness and I Wondered if God really knew that sin existed. There was a little bit of confusion between my sister & I as we tried to rally our ideas and really try to see things from his point of prospective.It didn't take me a woman in labor to get done before I came to a conclusion.

'Are you Jesus?
Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our destiny,isn't it? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live & interact with a world that is blind to His Life & Grace? Well,if we claim to know Him so well,we should live,walk and act as He would. We are the apple of his eyes folks,even though we too have been bruised by whatsoever that made us fall,He stopped what he was doing and picked up You & I on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged soul!

So with all said,I cannot believe i ever thought that i couldn't  be like Jesus. Its a sin to think likewise.
I'm not a specular dust. I'm not nothing. I'm the perfection of Jesus Christ on earth!
So folks,I ask you (not rhetorically tho) 'Excuse me,Are you Jesus?'

I Hope you all think of this not as a rhetorical question.
Your Questions, Opinions,Criticism & Ideas are humbly welcome. 
Thanks for your minutes,


Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Strength In Her Weakness.

It was raining heavily, The thunder came harshly and the clouds went hiding. The trees bent and the wind kicked things around.It was dark,too dark to be a Saturday afternoon. I wasn't expecting anyone until the bell rang.

It wasn't the first day of the month,so fantasia wasn't surprised when i served her a bottle of  cheap grape wine.I earned a little over minimum wage and i stay in a flat,my boyfriend rented for me,she shouldn't expert t to see a french wine on the table.She was the mice amongst the us,someone my grandmother would refer to as akagum.She considers perfume a luxury and rather go with her 'parfumed' body lotion.I also had peanuts that i bought at the garage,on my way back from work.

I drank the last of the wine before i could finally  let in what she had just said. She was getting married to a man that she doesn't love.A man she literally met before the rain began? A man I'm just getting to know of? She wasn't ugly looking, she had a figure like that of a mermaid.She had a good bosom and her breasts were small & humble, i wondered why she had to rush,she couldn't be pregnant? She said he owns a hospital and he kept dirty nails.She said he hits the glass heavily on the table after drinking from it,she said he hardly gets a shower,and doesn't shave his public hair.She said he speaks igbo even to those that do not understand.Who does that?

She had many terrible things to say about him,his belly was as round as the bottom of her cooking pot and he insisted that she referred to him as daddy. I couldn't understand while a girl of such charisma would stoop so low with a low brained igbo trader who wore shoes that faced the clouds and wear transparent black singlets with holes  to occasions. As she said the many reasons while this is her only opportunity, and how her nne is not getting any younger and craves to hold her grand child.I couldn't help but reminisce....
My grandmother once told me about the story of  Nchekagba,the most beautiful maiden in her kindred who married the unatractive palace guard,just to get to up-front & personal with the prince.Fantasia wasn't in that position. She was just an unmarried lady at 36.

So as we choose bright colors & menus,styles for the little bride & page boys,davida or ankara,as we listed the names of guest & chairman,as i agreed to be her chief bridesmaid,i began to wonder how a marriage can work. As she wrote the list of things to buy for her house & for the wedding....I thought : Does it have to kickoff with love? Don't people who claim to have fallen insanely in love with each other get divorced? Does love kick off from learning each other?What is the foundation of a good marriage? .......I just had to remind her to get disinfectants for her bathrooms if she wanted to have me over again. Then again as she wrote their vows for the printer to print on the IV,i looked at her,i saw a vulnerable woman,i saw a vixen,i saw a stupid woman.

EEEE E-smiles



In a silent storm,

We Live,
We Give,

We learn,
We grow.

We push,
We save.

In a silent storm,
What good are the wonders of nature?
-The harsh burn of the sun.
-The rage in which the ocean flows,
-The angry water of the cruel sea.
-The silver drops of rain,
-The thunder before the lighting
-The swift melody of the nightingale.

We die,
We cry.

We mourn,
We frown.

We wait,
We wonder.

In a silent storm,

-Time's chasing,
-Leg's running,
-Mind's racing,
-Heart's beating,
-Father's cursing,
-Children crying,
-Mother's mourning.

In a silent storm,
We all,
Live as aliens,
To our souls!


Friday, May 28, 2010

Long Walks & Short Drives.

Just like Bent rusted rods,&
Caved wooden tables,
A man who beats his wife,
A killer that doesn't want to die?
My eyes widened in fear,
My teeth clattered in anxiety,
My breathe hitched,
His footsteps drifts farther,
Good for nothing,
Where is he going?
Pass the mud,
Head to the city,
Run from guit,
Smile at homeless orphans,
Underneath that desperate smile,
It lay there;The evil that the evil hates,
My body is a fragile glass,
Cracks of your words; Your hands haven't shattered yet,
I have tears that are scared of my face,
A face you once kissed.
When they clouds are gray,
And when the leaves on the trees are still,
I pray you find your way home,
Back to the woman saying;
Another day,
Another one,
Till He dies.