The Bible …

the bibleYou don’t need to be a christian to want to read the bible, you don’t need to feel like reading it to read it- in fact, reading the bible is not done just for the fun of it- there is no time table or right that means if you read the bible, you did it well. It’s not a religious book- academicians, scholars, critics read it. The bible is not a pass book to anything, neither is it a book for less interested individuals. You have to want to know what’s in it that you hear people talk of or why it is a book that generations can’t get over to enjoy it. You have to want to understand the characters, their symbol and their influence. You can’t understand the bible if you read it like you just want to pass time or say you’ve read it today- that’s not how you understand it- there is no pass mark for it. The bible is a timeless book, what it teaches people today, is what it taught people years ago and will teach those after you. People got wise from reading the bible and you can, it changes the way you see things, people, places and even yourself. It’s not a book that makes you better in a boastful way- far from that, in fact it makes you humble but then, you have to want to read and understand it. It’s a book with hidden facts and solemn truths. You may not always understand it, sometimes no one understands a deep thing but remember, deep calleth deep. If you have never read it before or if you stopped reading it or read it less, remember that you have nothing to lose if you begin to read it, may have lost a lot because you lost sight of why you read it in the first place, may have left something or a story unfinished and may gain something different when and if you read it. However know this, it is more than a book

Last Night…

Last night was awesomecouples first night
I had myself coated with mists of mango
An aroma he craved for after out first encounter when I had it on
I played the smooth button and never played all my keys
Letting myself play the black chords, while he wondered about the white ones I displayed randomly
‎I had my skin dripping,
Dripping of Shea butter and honey
Sweet and creamy, soft and slippery
I had myself stack naked
Out from the steam
Walking into the new room and had myself strolling with no apologies
Embracing my scent, he cuddled with me
On a silk cotton sheet with ‎no one around but the wind
It was already a day of dancing 
Dancing for the first time as married couples,
Dancing with family and friends
Wearing a tuxedo and a silk sewn gown; not a dress with train
A day with toasts and well wishers,
It was already a day with tales
But now it was night and we needed no one
Our skins cuddled till our nose made a thunder sound
Cuddled on the sheets we were meant to devour
Cuddled, enjoying ourselves as friends first
Laying to begin our lives at sunrise

Why the definition of African no longer matters to me

Originally posted on siyandawrites.com:

Soon after writing my last piece the topic of classism began to occupy my mind almost full-time. I became very quickly aware that in a country like mine (almost completely homogenously “black”) there were still factors that divided us as a people. My notion that all African people are the same and should be able to relate and connect based almost solely on their African-ness was challenged and almost completely discredited for the uninformed self-righteousness it revealed within me.

Along with the realisation that the words of Biko and Muendane, as well as the musings of a teenage girl on what I term ‘theoretical politics’, had almost no weight in the minds of the “common man.” The average African living very close to the poverty-line, had very little interest in what I believed was all it took for the world to change: an understanding of one’s identity as an…

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BIG IDEA | How the African Union can make young people give a f***

Originally posted on siyandawrites.com:

The African Union owes the citizens of African states an opportunity to gain true inspiration from their organisation. We have not been given that opportunity. The average educated African citizen sees the Union as a toothless dog barking at its problems, and if they surmount, merely burying them in Africa’s backyard, which I imagine is an abandoned desert filled with broken dreams. If this appears to be a dramatic analogy to you then allow yourself the chance to imagine what the uneducated citizen considers the African Union to be. Nothing. And no dramatised imagery can take that truth away.

Numerous articles have been written on the ineffectiveness of this organisation.  Disaster after disaster has visited the member states of the African Union, while those involved in it appeared to do nothing more than shake their heads at the graveyard of missed opportunities. And who has suffered the most? The African…

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Nakedness Is A Good Thing…

fishnet fashionNakedness is good thing, don’t you think so? See everyone is naked these days, of cos they are calling it “fishnet” fashion but then it’s nakedness- no need for briefs anymore. Wonder if those stores still make sales? May be they will have mesh briefs too and that will become a marketing means to beat the competition of mesh clothes and totally help everyone go naked. But in a more serious note, everyone is naked these days- they walk the streets, show themselves off on the big screen and go anywhere they will be seen and of cos they want to be called mentors. They say it’s fashion but then nakedness is a good thing. You get to see yourself first and get to know if you like the way you are. However, it’s now confusing. We were birth (ed) with no clothes, wanted clothes and all of a sudden, fashion tells us its ok to stay naked. Its also confusing because what they seem to showcase is what everyone else has, I mean what woman doesn’t have breasts? What woman doesn’t have a vagina? Or a clit? Will men also show themselves like that one day? Some make themselves cleaner than others by shaving though but then there are some who have things bigger than others and like health and wealth, some make no mention of what they possess until they have to, however the idea of beauty that must be seen in nakedness cannot be explained again. Wonder what those after them would do? Anyway, nothing is novel anymore, however if  someone once told the tale of being discreet for the sake of attraction, what tale would be told next in order to be desired?

much needed reminder

Originally posted on The Art of Faith:

“Blessings”
Artist: Laura Story

We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering

All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near?

What if trials of this life
Are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough

And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we’d have faith to believe

Cause what if…

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