We have to be more than our yesterday
We have to be more than our yesterday
Jack is sharp when WORK IS PLAY
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!!!!
Couple of failures,
You would think my mistakes married.
Little girl, New nameplate ‘Miss Carried’.
You can draw conclusions, from the way her eye lashes,
That she so hot she gave the streets heat rashes;
Na her work oh, the boys will tell stories.
Bunga-what?! She dey plot to build storeys
When she pass you, blame it on JAMB lesson
No be railway, she ha lost her home training
There was no bad gang, she was good alone.
Even the church people had said their own.
Father getting farther, wharris all dizz?
Poisonous music and movies became her mind’s meat.
Bread of Life,
baked in the oven of a virgin
That good news, now we’re broadcasting
Peace came, and cut her the whole loaf.
IfeJesu, carved out the whole truth.
Yeah, she Nielly ran but Chinonso
Godswill is that the girl glow
That the air tell news of the truth you see
Ama cut CaP till an Alex slander me
Father Father, Nnannam oh
You reaped what I sow
I don’t have to bicycle.
I don’t have to buy sickle.
No matter what hospital.
I will look em in eye shout ‘Horse spittle’
And they dull so they’ll miss it too
Enwekwam UbaAmara, ills are a small issue.
…Ills are a small issue.
In other news, back to Miss Carried.
Those her bad habits, they have seen harpic
Kids don’t come, now they calling her barren.
But her eyes on the Lord and the years passing.
…and the years passing.
Thirteen years, her belleh swelling.
All her friends say, ‘Bae, you are just adding.’
Already we know the story
Its Hannah and its my Auntie
The prayers we’ve forgotten
Are ripe for manifesting
I know that he’ll always hear me
Signed: Jesu Christi.
Through The Niel.
Because #EVERYDAYJESUS is The One … Two or more ideas drop like fruits from the tree of Life four our five fingers to wrap around. He who six the Lord of Seven Spirits, and eight the bread of life and will find he doesn’t need nine lives or ten commandments…
I think the problem is people think I show myself,
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf.
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow.
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.
The Word rings true like the font is an android.
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word
It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced.
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced!
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak.
Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed, ‘Caught,’ once and made me a blockbuster.
Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)
I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!
Tell them in your class
Tell them we’re the chairmen
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out then
We taking over(Taking over)
Can feel my(Can feel mine) taking that!!
In the dark spark away
He’s the light we the stars
Up with the knowledge of the Christ
Can feel my God taking over
Pouring heaven out…then
We taking over(Taking over)
Father, Lord, you have searched me [thoroughly] and have known me. You know my downsitting and my uprising; You understand my thought afar off. You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and You are acquainted with ALL my ways.
There is not a word in my tongue [even still unuttered], that You, Lord, do not know altogether. You have beset me and shut me in—behind and before, and You have laid Your hand upon me.
Your [infinite] knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high above me, I cannot reach it.
Where could I go from Your Spirit? Or where could I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol (the place of the dead), behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand would lead me, and Your right hand hold me.
If I say, “The darkness will cover me and the night will be [the only] light about me, even the darkness hides nothing from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.
You did form my inward parts; You did knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].
Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.
How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.
Search me [thoroughly], O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there is any wicked or hurtful way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
This is the covenant that you made with me: ‘I will imprint My laws upon their minds, even upon their innermost thoughts and understanding, and engrave them upon their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people.’
Therefore, only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love follows me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days I remain a house of the Lord [and His presence]. The grace (favor and spiritual blessing) of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the presence and fellowship (the communion and sharing together, and participation) in the Holy Spirit is with me and you all.
Okay, first of all … I am eternal. I would have said ‘we’ but I’ve learnt to be careful about accusing other people of their own immortality… I am eternal, and I have an offer for you.
God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death, not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day, he invites us to say, and know!! Yes …we are eternal.
I want to tell you tales of how I chased tails, and I mean females, but what ails me to spell well about is the fact that we are sleeping walking. While lullabies of ‘May God bless you’ are repeated like broken records, we fix our pupils on the flesh and let men leads us whose lids are shut by pointless efforts of trying to ‘get rich or die trying’.
I am he who gives you the power to make wealth, says the Lord of Lords.
God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day he invites us to say, and know! Yes… we are eternal.
There was once a rich man whose servants were off in other lands busy with businesses that were to bring their master more wealth. He had provided to reward richly the ones who were most profitable.
But the servants ran their businesses into debt and had to go into slavery to pay their debts. But the rich man had a plan, he told it to one man; and sent hints of it to his servants in slavery…
The son of the rich man was sent to lend a hand to the enslaved servants, but they didn’t recognize him so they grabbed and gave him to their creditor who recognized him and was only too happy to sign the deal.
Now, free, the servants wandered about afraid to return to their master while the son served their sentence in the creditors den…but then, the son of the rich man, like his father, was a business genius and 3 years later, from being a slave, the son took over the creditor’s business.
The servants were all gathered in one place one day when the Son walked up of them. They were afraid, but he calmed them, ‘it was all part of the plan to free you from your creditor and take over the creditors business so he would never enslave you that way again. My father sent me to tell you he’s adopting you as his children. I will be your brother if you accept his invitation.’
The servants were overjoyed, because as children of the rich man they would be entitled to all his wealth. They’d never work another day.
‘No’, the son said, ‘Go into all the world and tell the good news of what my father has done; through me to prove his offer’.
God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day He invites us to say , to know, yes… we are eternal.
The simplicity of this analogy leaves me living with one thing left to leave before I leave. I offer you, God offers you the offer to offer your body as a living sacrifice to be joined to him as one spirit… and don’t think like the world wants you to, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can prove what is that perfect, good and acceptable will of God …who given us the ministry of reconciliation, and all things needed for life and godliness, and all spiritual blessings in heavenly places…
There are no blessings in heaven for you… because, God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day he invites us, to say, to know, yes!… we are eternal.
If you accept his offer, you can bless someone today! By saying it, knowing it … remind them, surprise them, say to them, ‘we are eternal’. Because Everyday, Jesus is.