Its boiling up from within me, like am a pot of hot fatigue soup and there’s no one to turn off the heat so I seethe till my lips auto-pout in indignation. I’ve danced past the darkness, couple of times, and heard the clock’s comfort, couple of chimes, but the talks have ticked me off. I can’t stay a second hour under the minutes of stark raving crap.
My heart beats me black and blue
Funny though I still retain my hue
Giving respect where I knew it due
But they don’t return it to you, its true
Falling down the stares folding into my rage
Maybe if I write these down I can flip the page.
I still have those thoughts and desires
Those passions and fires
The pictures and videos
Pointed pun scenarios
And its getting easier to sigh and shrug
Soldier anthills swept beneath the rug
I give praise to God for my earphones
They’re a swift escape from these zones
And sleep comes knocking every now and then,
Taking me out like a punch and then ten.
Where are the lines I etched in the sands of time- and the rules that I wrote on the walls of my heart?
My gut has got the last of me, and guts have spilled as I retreat. I lost the battles I won to Three for her birthday. And yet regret is tea I have no bread for.
There will be scars, there will be ruins, there will be seas leaking from my love’s cauldron. Who still uses cauldron sef?
This, however, is not remotely the end. Throw me back into the fight; until I lose the eyes that refer to me, and the nose that mean I have knowledge…until I lose the ears that each have a calendar and fingers with which to make a point, there will be no white flags, I have died them all ‘read’. There will be no hands up, I do that only to God. I will pendulum until the watches of my night tick off the son in me.
Then I, dressed in mistakes, sitting at the place called ‘Long Last’, crowned with the weight of a thousand worlds, because heavy is the head that wears my crown; will rise in the east and the west. The North will shout at the effervescent glare I emit, and I will smile…
…because I am victorious, like Tori…
…and I wont be alone. We wont end, from these skirmishes, or the blades that Wesley snipes at our necks. We are ‘The Vampires’ and we drank the blood of God. We wont end from these hiccups, or the hungers ice screams are children of. We wont end from Babylon, and the minions she sends to degrade us.
This is not our graveyard, this is not our Alamo, this is not our Nagasaki, nor is this the noose to our Okonkwo.
We will colonize the ‘Here’ they thought would end us, and when we win we’ll endorse the mottos whose journeys end thus.
Tell them in your class, we are done taking over. We are Vikings to these islands and our spears are the dreams they tried to wake us up from. We look down at their roofs. They should fear us, but they dont know…
Well, we will remind them, we are tomorrow. We are the future and we have passed these presents in the name of…
…In the Name of…
…the name of…
We…wont..end. We are eternal, like they forgot we are, like they forgot they are.
So call Tomorrow, wake up those dreams, tell them we wont end here, tell them were coming.
They say time will tell…we say, ‘Jesus has told.’
Already we know.
Sitting in the office listening to Sarkodie
Sitting in the office heart steady aiming there
Once upon a Quchi, Mpape was my city
Now I got magic, call it audacity
Now am humble as I tick off the stages
Now they wonder what number this my age is
My crushes still stare at me, diabolical
The victories line up, illogical
The war is on, yep, buh we won em all
There were kisses in the past buh we blew em all
The ladies win though, shopping malls
Funny punning only here to make you doubt it all
Rapping for me is still a borrowed pose
Check our matter you can see somebody nose
The Word is our medicine, we overdose
Yeah we Stuck in heaven and hell is growing cold
Winning souls like they’re subs and eleven
Ecumenical meetings, hands raised in the dozens
When you don’t know bro you should talk less
I am hidden in Christ, light, like the Sun’s chest
Writing till I sleep I still hill like Bopeep
Jesu in Quchi like you when you spell it
God is my Papa, by faith that he born it
I am not alone and my people? We still burn it!
2016 years ago it began. From the heartbeat of one man to the very souls of the entire earth today, Kings and Priests, Fellow Saints of the Most High! The CEDARS warmly welcome you to another mind-blowing time. This is… Miss Conception 2016!!!
Tonight; I am filled so much excitement and joy to present to you, five of the Daughters of Conception!!
Miss Prayer Conception
Miss Fasting Conception
Miss Security Conception
Miss Giving Conception
Miss Identity Conception
Are they not beautiful?
These beautiful faces have held ransom the hearts of millions…
*applause dies out/ everyone sits
Welcome, Ladies. Now! Prayer, you have seen huge amounts of patronage in the last century. Please tell us how its been; ups and downs…how much impact would you say you’ve made in the industry today?
MISS PRAYER CONCEPTION:
Well, normally my place should command perpetual presence…
*jovial unintelligible interruption from Miss Security
MISS PRAYER CONCEPTION (continues smiling):
Yeah my foundation should command perpetual presence of everyone, but the thing is that in the industry today people associate some of us Conceptions with the same process they suffer from some their governments establishments; they come when they heavy with some anxiety and expect instant emancipation, which would be harmless if they didn’t disappear once they get what they are looking for. Those who don’t come for that reason come as a means of either fulfilling obligations or of contacting some mystical power. It’s all very saddening when you consider in ….
Those are the anticlines however, people asking for things they already own, praying for death instead of life..etc
On the up-side it really is perpetual communion, and this is possible through the Spirit of Truth.
Wow! I think it’s so good to hear prayer speak from such a position. Are we in agreement or being enchanted by her assuaging voice? Fasting, you are often consulted along with Miss Prayer due to your interdependent roles in the industry. What do you think of Miss Prayers assertions?
MISS FASTING CONCEPTION:
The thing is… all our offices are intertwined both in role and understanding. Take for instance, The Foundation of Miss Identity; without proper knowledge of her technicalities, there is bound to be misinterpretation of the roles of the rest of us. I can’t even expect to relate how many times people expect me to carry out Prayer’s responsibilities and actually give me credit when she does her job.
The thing is… some people don’t know my history, how I was first initiated into the industry, how I used to live with the mournful. It is hard to believe because now New Creation magazine has really redefined my portfolio…
That is so true and we are all happy to experience the New Fasting. You can find more details of that in the Isaiah 58 article of The Old Testament Magazine. Miss Security…
*Miss Security interrupts
MISS SECURITY CONCEPTION
As in eh?! If I say I want to enumerate all my grievances at the misinterpretation of my role and even the gross ignorance of my parameters, we will stay here till rainy season OH!!
Calm down Miss Security. We will be right back after this short break; this is Miss Conception 2016, don’t go anywhere.
*applause on ‘Action’
Welcome back to Miss Conception 2016. Now, Miss Security, Which part of your large portfolio would you like to tell us about?
MISS SECURITY CONCEPTION
Of course it is the Weapons matter. Which part of ‘love your enemies’ don’t we understand? It’s baffling. I can imagine how it would be if the early Apostles had taken up arms back in the days of persecution. Today it is a normal thing to see armed men ‘guarding’ the glory. And you wonder who they then look to for protection when they so obviously have left behind the Ways of the Love and Peace. Everyone is walking in stilettos studded with fear and we expect Faith to trend on twitter… Oh it is ridiculous.
Speaking of twitter; Miss Identity, what does your foundation have to say about this matter? And I want you, as Miss Security has done, speak about the Industry within your sphere.
MISS IDENTITY CONCEPTION
Hmmm. There was a time when ‘gathering of the Brethren’ Produtions concentrated on enlightening the public concerning their rights and privileges, telling them who they are. But now its they have broken off into denominations and local outlets so that even the big gatherings no longer even remember what it’s about. If people are not trooping to Miss Prayer, they are off to Miss Fasting and I think the real problem is…from my department.
Really interesting, think about that on this short break; this is… Miss Conception 2016, don’t go anywhere.
*applause on ‘Action’
Welcome back to Miss Conception 2016.
Now, MISS IDENTITY; for those just joining us, and even some of us who’ve been here, please explain how The Conceptions have been influenced by your office.
MISS IDENTITY CONCEPTION (continues):
Hmmm. See it is not a matter of telling or advising or even educating people about roles because those lines can again be blurred in the face of the different designers that are in every corner today. The problem is that everyone thinks they need something… we in the industry need to always remember and be reminded that we have indeed been blessed with everything…
MISS IDENTITY CONCEPTION (continues so the applause fades):
We have been blessed with everything that we need…inside each and every one of us.
So right…so right. So many selfies with Jesus and Saint Paul will keep anyone conscious of this. Now, Last…
*whooping cheers from the audience
..Last but most definitely not the least; Miss Giving Conception. In the light of all that the Miss Conceptions have said, I’d like you to cap it all up.
MISS GIVING CONCEPTION
First of all… I’d like to give thanks to God for where we are in the Kingdom today. My sister Conceptions call it the Industry, but I like to call it the Kingdom and also I give thanks to …em…the CEDARS.
To cap this all up I think everyone needs to remember a quote for each of these my Sister Conceptions.
With my Darling Identity, remember, you are co-heirs with Christ
With Miss Prayer, Man ought to pray always, not at 12am or before every meal…always
With Miss Fasting, if the Lord does not build a house, they labour in vain that build it.
With the radiant Miss Security… The righteous shall live by faith.
And For yourself?
I think it should be,’No one asks and it is not given to them…’
MISS GIVING (*nodding and smiling)
Okay…I think I like that.
You’ve heard from them, the Conceptions themselves. Thank you Ladies, for making the time for us today.
Now, my Lovely Audience, you must have noticed this empty seat. It wasn’t left so by mistake. This chair represents your mind;like Miss prayer said, only in the Spirit of Truth can we be equipped sincerely through the Word. Will you crown Truth in your mind or should we expect another Miss Conception?
Till next time, Kings and Priests, Fellow Saints of The Most High…this is Miss Conception 2016!!!!
THE LEVER AGE
(‘The Leverage’ Parody)
Welcome to the new cursor ” 2017″
You have come a long way to go past this destination, you won’t end here.
This is the new age, if today’s your birthday.
And if you know rage, thank God you’re still here. Yayyy!!!
Help me, Teller, to live; I need the catch to buy this ‘New Year’ idea that’s free.
But People! It’s cool, celebrate!
Appreciate God for this date.
In time, we elevate,
New adventures, we initiate.
Even evening out odd odds,
Welcome on board, Ladies and Lords.
Listen carefully! Get rid of the cages
It is you, the called, who has the ring and engages
The lost in the chases, teaching them he won their races.
And keeping on with the sweaty praises.
Yesterday is long gone, like a rifle.
It is time to grow and flow, like a trickle.
Let’s update our versions of operation
So we stay compatible with re-presentation.
This is still our present, we’re won.
Words are never enough, Let us love rough.
And if I die in battle, look for my disciple.
Look! Never forget it’s still earth
World full of pain and near-death
World full of War and Ogiri
World full of plenty praying you see
Truth as you strive on a quest to be best
Tomorrow is just another test…of your rest.
© , The Niel
Wrote this exactly on the First day of 2017
Tell you what I used to look like
Look away because the world was there
Tell you things no one else bears
No one but you
More to me than time can reveal
Like this sea of wonders
Can’t get over you.
Purse with currency no other bank keeps
Was never mine to steal from the start
So take back your heart
Deeper in me than I can feel
And tomorrow better be better
And tomorrow better be better
And tomorrow better be better
I don’t want to live in
A past that never happened
Can’t get over you