BLESSED IS THE HANDS THAT GIVE.

As a child, I had this notion that the affluent were the religious ones. I never had a doubt that all paupers were unbelievers and that serving a supreme being was the gateway to success. But then with age comes knowledge and with knowledge comes enlightenment, at least for those who are willing. I had the opportunity to chance on the principle of sowing and reaping and then realized it had no such faith attached to it but a natural phenomenon which is no respecter of persons. Jesus even attested to the fact that his father rains on both the clean and unclean to demonstrate his undying love for even the lost. So then, I purported to dive into such a phenomenon that constitutes one of the things I got totally wrong as I aged into my niche of knowledge and enlightenment. Guided by my field of study, I chose to use the human male and female as my point of reference.
The human female has a total of about 300,000 eggs at the time of birth. This reduces to about 400 by puberty and there is no stopping its reduction day in and day out. This brings to play the whole biological clock and how women have to marry and procreate as early as they can to reduce their chances of delivering all sorts of babies with all sorts of congenital anomalies.
The human male on the hand is rather privileged in the sense that, he has the ability produce sperms throughout his lifetime unless some pathology sets in.
So I reasoned that, in the act of sexual intercourse, the human male gives whereas the female receives. So I’m i right to say the human male is blessed in this sense? I say this because blessed is the hand that gives than the one that takes.

It’s pretty amazing how the female being gets all the blame when there is no cry heard in the house. I sometimes weep for the many subtle hearts that passed in the age of darkness when inability to conceive was the fault of the human female. Thank God the sun has shone on the continent with a question mark and such vain ideologies have somehow being corrected in the hearts of the willing. Men on the other hand boast of their prowess in bed and how their actions multiply the already populated universe.

So, I decided to look at this from another perspective, research has proven that men die at an early age as compared to the female counterpart. Why is this so? The simple reason I got based on the blessed blah blah blah principle is that, the human female gives to the world in that she bears a child for 9months after which she goes through a painful delivery session to bring forth a baby. Thus, blessed is the human female who gives to the world than the male counterpart who takes all the compliment.

So then, I realized that there are certain things that goes beyond religion or faith or confession. Such are the natural phenomenon and there is nothing that can cheat it.

POSEIDON

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
How long before you reveal your seat
You sit on rocks far beneath the sea
And you take yachts for your meat

You have in possession the world’s biggest ships
The titanic you will not reveal
You take its cabins for your chips
And its secrets you conceal

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
You give us fishes we adore
But your sharks we abhor
Nevertheless you sympathize with us with your breeze

Your breeze relaxes our soul
But your tsunami is an eyesore
We shiver when you roar
But we love your smooth sail

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
You give us salt to garnish our soups
But your water don’t quench our thirst
Restricting us to whisky when we are with you
Nevertheless we love to walk at your beach
But we never like your breach
Your heart is far beyond our reach
But your color is so rich

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
I hate you for one thing and you know
You brought them here to rule and take
And they left to build and reign

You bring us back to where we belong
Whenever we die in your midst
Though our eyes never come along
For our bodies, we thank you

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
We kill your sons and your daughters we defile
But you watch us with open eyes
Hoping to see some good in mankind

I heard your face resides in the Bermuda
So fierce we scarce can behold
But I hope to me it may be revealed
And say how beautiful you are to me

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
We never want to make you cry
Because we heard your tears cause flood
And I don’t want to lose her

We heard you never sleep
And that your eyes never close
I envy the bride over whom you watch
Though I doubt if you have one

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
Abduct me for just a second
Tell me of all the secrets you know
Of love, of care and of hope

Take me to the Titanic
The ship in which love was redefined
To learn how to love her more
And die in her stead

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
I heard Odyssey troubled you a lot
Is it true? Let me know
Don’t tell me you are that weak

I heard a man walked on you
Can you tell me of him? I pray thee
I wish I had met him
Never mind because his blood still saves

Poseidon, ruler of the sea
I heard your monster attacked Troy
You shouldn’t have done that for Helen’s sake
Achilles died and I hope you know

 

GOING INCOGNITO

So I stood to see if the light was still bright
And I fell only to see the night unravelled
In my quest for peace I stumbled and bled
And my blood not red I yelled for the alien
My clothes tattered, I walked through the beautiful gate
And before I looked back my gait became an infection
The senses of the modest yearn to decipher the paradigm
But the senseless are lost in the woods
Yes, that is life and only few can comprehend

In the multitude of noises I chanced upon silence
With loads of quietness and of serene countenance
I wondered and starred, hungered and watered
Hoping to visualize the pattern of the thoughts of man
To discern the storm from the breeze, the goat from the sheep
The storm scares a lot, the goat? A real nuisance
So I realized that to make or mar are two sides of a coin
And it is best done serene.

I saw myself but it was not in the passing river
I reasoned and figured out it was a dream
I compared my life and I loved the one I had in sleep
Because in there I could wake up from my fears and mistakes
And afford to get all the pleasures I have been denied
But then the cock’s crow became my nemesis
Waking me up from my delight, yet saved me my job
The distasteful things are not always destructive
And it’s one of the virtues my dreams taught me

At the toss of a coin I lost to man filled with emptiness
Beneath the dungeons of darkness I sat to reminisce
Of chances and opportunities and how they present
But there was no harmony in the pattern
So it is enough for the studious to fail and the lazy excel
But then will it last? And if yes for how long?
So I stood and run to my niche
For there I find peace and warmth and love

I always thought of being the 21st century oldest
But then death scared me the moment after the thought
So I gazed at the sun hoping to spot the black hole
To see the ages of the many immortalized
Then I saw Jesus, and Alexander the Great, and Mohammed
So I realized the vanity of ages if one died not emptied
The eclipse ended my hallucinations
And the next thing I knew, stretching on a bench

My eyes could barely close, I sat in despair
Fear gripped me and shivers went down my spine
I beheld the bold and beautiful, the coward and ugly
To my utter dismay they all felt some sense of pride
Then I sought to discern what lies within the skull
The bold were afraid, the beautiful were never contempt
The ugly wanted to be noticed, the coward, hiding in the crowd
So I wondered their make up and who deserves what
But the skull was impermeable and the hairs were bushy and glistering

The night was quiet, the day was loud
So I chose the night seeking to avoid the chaos
But they said the night was dark and dark was evil
So I looked beyond to see the night
And I saw sleep taking away worries
I heard the wind singing melodiously
I saw the laborer snoring his tiredness away
And the rich embracing his wife and children after a tough day
So I chose evil because of darkness, and darkness because of night
The night because of the laborer and sleep and the wind and the rich
Because the day comes bright but chaotic
It was lively but full of dust

FAITH OF OUR FATHERS

The concept of faith is one of the various religious dogmas that intrigue me a lot. Its basis is believing what you have not seen no matter how bad the odds are against you. There is this popular Christian saying, “For we walk not by sight but by faith”. This is where the paradigm comes in. There is no doubt about this saying because I have seen the blind walk all by themselves without assistance. That is an impartial exhibition of faith here. So does this make faith a substance for the blind alone? In Hebrews, James defines faith as a substance of things hoped for and an evidence of things not seen. This confirms how unrealistic faith is and how blind one can be in this era of illumination on the account of faith. Faith makes you do everything the other way. It makes you put all your eggs in one basket, makes you give your all even when you are the world’s most dependent being. It makes you pray instead of learning for that exam and makes you wait for that lover who has abandoned you and enjoying somewhere else. It makes you disown the womb that formed you, the breast that fed you and the tears that filled the breast. So what then makes FAITH sacred if all that it teaches is rebellion, neglect, sorrow, cruelty and dishonesty among the many I cannot even remember?
Nevertheless, there have been many instances that people have exhibited faith and the end was something worthwhile. Like the woman with an issue of blood, the soldier whose child was dead, Abraham who left his home though he never knew where he was headed. In all these instances, we see people who though they had no hope nor knew what was in wait for them but took a bold step in believing the impossible and it actually worked for them. So then where does faith lie? Is it that abstract figure that leads people astray or that which gives them hope, peace and a kind of satisfaction that many lack?

IT GETS BETTER

When the tortoise betters your steps
And the desert flows than your pipes
When the tares overgrow your corn
And your corn, a feed for the rats
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

When the sun dims your day
And the moon over shines your sleep
When the stars neglect your skies
And the shooting ones take a still
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

When your tears overlook your plight
And your joy saddens the multitude
When your presence brings the game to an end
And you feel like just letting go
Just take a hit at your chest
And say it gets better

And when it gets better
Take a look back at all those years
And bless them all that cursed you
Embrace all that neglected you
Help lift those that prayed your fall
And never regret what befell you.

THE PILGRIM’S PRAYER

For my end I pray
That it supersedes my beginning
That when the doldrums of death
Within me echoes loud,
My place I shall find
Far beyond the clouds

For souls I preach
That the master’s last wish
I may not defy
My soul, rest not
Till thou pull the lot
From the depth of destruction

For heaven I wait
Patiently for the trumpet sound
My life I will watch
My faith I will pray
Never relenting, always progressing
Till my tears no more I find.

 

MY MOTHER IS BLACK

Alas a child is born
To a woman not fair
She labors to the core
And hallucinates in the deep
To bring forth a child unknown
A great battle won

Alas a cry is heard
By a woman not fair
The pains of the heart flee
Giving rise to joy incomparable
A life she gives
To a baby so innocent

Behold, the love of a mother
A mother not fair
She cares for her own
And more for the strange one
She loves to love
And more, to be loved

Hail the womb of a mother
With stories so great to tell
Early she wakes
And late she sleeps
Nothing, but to care for the household
Thus my mother and she is not fair
She is black

WHEN I ARISE

When I arise, I will accept all my mistakes

When I arise, I will bring out my best

When I arise, I will challenge all conventions

When I arise, I will diligently seek the truth

When I arise, I will eliminate all my bad behavior

When I arise, I will frankly speak to the world

When I arise, I will gratefully accept my faults

When I arise, I will honestly serve my nation

When I arise, I will incredibly excel

When I arise, I will justify my work on earth

When I arise, I will kowtow to him that honor is due

When I arise, I will learn to lead my crew well

When I arise, I will manage my affairs critically

When I arise, I will nullify all the plans of the wicked

When I arise, I will opt for that which will steer me right

When I arise, I will praise them that helped me rise

When I arise, I will question my inability to rise by myself

When I arise, I will respect all even the younger than me

When I arise, I will sin no more for the time left for me to live

When I arise, I will truthfully obey the word of God

When I arise, I will unify myself with what I love to do

When I arise, I will venture to capture every opportunity

When I arise, I will win every battle no matter how hard

When I arise, I will x-ray and discard my hidden evil secrets

When I arise, I will yearn to serve the Lord more

When I arise, I will zealously pursue the one whom I love.

HERE AND THERE

What is this life if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare

We may run here and there

Seeking for what we love and dare

Yet our desires are just mere

We always give excuses for not being there

But we could have reached there

No matter how the situation has prepared

We must always be aware

To face the situation squared

We must live and dare

Never in any way to err

Yet we never strive to adhere

To things we must dare

Thereby losing our chances to get there

We always try and stir

Up the hero in there

No matter where the wheel steer

We must always prepare

Whether here or there, to get there

LIKE PILGRIMS AND STRANGERS

Who knows where we come from or where we go? As a clot of blood we are formed knowing not whence we came from and beneath the earth we are buried knowing not where we go to. So is there any need craving for all that last but for a time? What makes you think that what you believe is even right? What do we gain by being faithful in a house full of whores? Everything that is done under the sun is meaningless as the Preacher rightly said. Under the sun, we are governed by theories, conspiracies, beliefs, conventions, and laws that we know not the origin neither the originator. Everyone believes in or not in something and they cannot be blamed for who they are because no two are the same even if they are, periodic chemistry teaches us that they have opposite spins. As such it will be very wrong to judge someone with what you believe in or not. We work so hard to achieve a better tomorrow which we are never assured of seeing. Seeing tomorrow is not by deeds neither by any qualities we possess. It is simply chance or luck as some say. Others attribute it to the benevolence of some divine entity.

Even with the concept of the divine, everyone has his or her own to whom honor is due. So even with divine, who is supreme over then other? Who orders and who follows? We love and we are others beloved but somewhere along the line, there is hatred and envy and malice and whatever vice you can think of. Can love and hatred coexist? If NO, then why do we love some and hate others? If YES, then what do we stand for and to which one do we make obeisance because to my best of knowledge, no one man can serve two masters. There is no part of man that is content with what it has. The eye is never content with seeing neither the ears hearing. The mouth together with the tongue never ceases to talk likewise the belly is never filled. Human needs are insatiable and forever so shall it be. All these somehow attest to the fact that everything under the sun is meaningless because something meaningful needs no further elaboration. Belief is like the skin of a leopard; it is if not impossible, very hard to change.

We are born tabula rasa and like a machine we are programmed by what surrounds us. We are made Christians, Muslims, Atheist, educated, whatever by where we find ourselves or by whom we find ourselves with. We do not determine our race, ethnicity, ego, sex or whatever that makes us so why racism, ethnocentrism, egocentrism? If we had the chance to choose even if at random, there is a probability that you wouldn’t have chosen what and where you are now. As such there is no need to consider oneself better than others because all that we have is by chance. No one wished to be born into a poor family neither into a race that is despised. Just be content with whom and what you are and never look down on your neighbor. Humans are all one and just as phones are made with different colors, so are we. Black, white, red or yellow doesn’t change the fact that humans are same and just as the stars fade when the sun appears, we shall also fade from earth to the grave.

If we are born to die then we can compare ourselves to a stranger. A stranger arrives to leave no matter how long he or she may stay. One of the few people on earth who plan their life well is strangers. A stranger knows he has but a short time to stay so he doesn’t bother himself with the things of settlers. He is always prepared to be on the move and is forever ready for any eventuality. He doesn’t consider his race because he can find himself in any country and will need help. His ethnic group is the last thing he talks of because ethnicity is not empathy. His ego, he steps on it because it will take him nowhere. His belief, he shares and doesn’t enforce, hoping to get a soul to join him. That is a stranger and so is everyone who lives. Strangely we find the otherwise in many that live under the sun. Many go to the extent of getting what they want even if it needs be that the person kills. This is vanity and such is everything under the sun.

We are like pilgrims and strangers passing through this land unknown. We all came through one channel which no one ever dare despise. One day or another we all, one by one will leave one way or another. We may be aware of what goes on here on this earth but on the other side we do not know. If therefore there be anything necessary, let us live like there is no tomorrow, let us esteem every little creature and let us be upright before God and man. I may not be able to convince you that there is life after death or judgment or even hell or heaven and I don’t intend to. One thing that is expedient is that let us live right that if there is such thing like judgment after death, we wouldn’t find ourselves wanting. Life is not how you live it; life is living in full exoneration. Live it in such a way that few would love you for who you are and that when all said and done, and you have gone the last mile of the way, you will find rest at the close of the day and also know that there are joys that awaits you. We cannot be light to people’s darkness all the time but we should endeavor not to be darkness to their light.

There is no greater sorrow than regret, no greater power than love, and no greater gift than forgiveness. May the Lord forgive us and may the gods be witness.