Footprints of Change

I see footprints of change
I hear drums of victory; I sense freedom
The captives of hope are being freed
The beauty of life like a flower is again reappearing
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Despair is giving way; Barreness is ending
Gain is coming for every pain; Glory for every story
Water is coming upon the dry lands
I see footprints of change

A POEM......When Will My Saviour Come?

The cross seems so heavy to continue with, support seems growingly out of view
I seem to be lagging behind; everybody seems to have gone far ahead of me
I am getting weak inside and it is become obvious outside
When will my savior come?
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The night seems to persist for too long, the day looks too far from coming
The dreams of my youth are almost lost, the passion for the days ahead are fading
Will it continue this way? I ponder; will I get out of this? I wonder
When will my savior come?
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My legs are gradually becoming heavy; my bones are daily growing weak
My bed is soiled with tears, my heart covered with fears
The past seems consolatory and thoughtful, the future uncertain and elusive
When will my savior come?
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I will wait for Him patiently; I will continue to serve the God of heaven diligently
He will not be late at His coming; He will not forsake me when He comes
His praises will be in my mouth; His worship will remain in my heart
For now is my savior come.
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My vision will be revitalized; my mission reenergized
I will fix my thoughts on Him; I will detach my cares from the world
Prayerfully & watchfully I will live hourly; patiently & thankfully my days will go
For now is my savior come.
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He will come as a mighty king; He will come swiftly riding on His horse of glory
I shall be strengthened when he appears; He shall equip me when He shows up
My faith, trust and love will grow; my unbelief, fear and doubt will die
For now is my savior come.

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Life might not be what you call it.

Life is a paradox. Some think it is an irony. Whatever you call it, maybe that is what it is.

In every human lies the capability for definition. A man’s conviction, passion, values and paradigm shapes his expression.

My rural sociology lecturer once said “there is no reality; every man constructs what he calls reality based on his challenges, failures, triumphs and overall experience”.

Some talk of the rule of thumb but I say life has no hard and fast rule.

I dare say that there are tendencies towards fatalism or egoism that often come with our definition of life. To a man who thinks life has not being fair to him, resorting to fate or going the ‘whatever will be will be’ way might be his best option and to man who feels life has afforded him all he wanted, being haughty and trailing the “I better pass my neighbour” route could just be a way of living for him.

Whatever it was yesterday, there is no guarantee that it will be today or tomorrow. It just might not always be as it is now.

A better appreciation of the key elements of life like responsibility, time, opportunity, friendship, love, prayer and of utmost importance, God, could open us to new experiences that will help us properly define life and make it more meaningful.

What is the wisdom in all these? What you call life might not really be what it is. You need to find out from the designer of life what life truly should be.

Help from ‘Abroad’- Making beggars or leaders

Sub-Saharan Africa is daily in the news. Horrendous statistics and terrible pictures are reeled out everyday to describe the ‘diagnosed backwardness and depravity’ in this region.

‘Help’ is coming from everywhere and ‘relief’ seems to be in the air.

While i am particularly not against ‘help’ as it sometimes could be the push or prod individuals or authorities in this region needs to open them up to empowerment and improvement, i am unsettled as to whether this ‘help’ will not institutionalize a sense of dependency and helplessness and utterly wipe out every iota of responsibility and creativity in the inhabitants of this region.

Already there is a huge increase in fatalistic mentality and a generation whose exclusive focus and competence is how to develop ‘help’ letters, is now growing. Men and women who are satisfied with being given fishes and never wanting to learn the art and science of fishing. They abhor responsibility, creativity and sacrifice and daily thinks that everything good only comes from ‘abroad’.

I dare say that every human, regardless of where he/she lives; in Africa, Asia, America, Europe has the inert capability to be a problem solver and there is no exclusivity of wisdom or capability in a particular region or people of the world.

SSA, as it is abbreviated, is now increasingly being driven by beggar’s mentality and not leaders’ mentality.

With the axiom, ‘Leaders take responsibility, beggars avoid responsibility’, i wish to elaborately stress that leaders not beggars are the future of this region and that men and women who beg are not fit to live.

‘Help’ where given should be channeled to raising leaders and individuals who wants to be leaders should be weary of begging.

The Walls are Broken

The eventual victory of Senator Barack Obama as the Presidential flag bearer of the Democratic Party in the upcoming elections in the United States brought two distinct messages among others to note:

(1) the age-long, elaborately perpetuated ideological conjunction and myth that being black or coming from certain unpopular background is disadvantageous and limiting, is erroneous and unfounded.

(2) the end has come to the division of humanity along the line of skin colour and pigment.

I dare to say that man’s greatest enemy to greatness is his mind. Success knows no ‘melanin or keratin’ (skin pigments responsible for skin colours). There are no superhuman or subhuman. We all create our world with the permission we give to negative or positive happenings around us into our mind and our life.

I challenge all seemingly-disadvantaged folks everywhere - Blacks, Hispanics, Caucasians etc to crave for knowledge and excellence and it will not matter where they come from or what their past looked like. They are to resist every iota of subjugation and devaluation and press on to achieve their dream because the walls are broken.