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Understanding the Times (3)
“Of the sons of Issachar who had understanding of the times, to know what Israel ought to do, their chiefs were two hundred; and all their brethren were at their command.” I Chronicles 12:32 (NIV) Hello there! Welcome again to my blog, and if this is your first time here,…
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A Crisis of Love
Totally drained is how I feel:When your words ride over mineAnd our thoughts do not alignWhen your voice drowns under mineAnd our voices become hoarseFrom screaming silent expletivesIn vain: we became deaf to each other.
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Unrequited Love
What do you do when the one you love, loves another? Do you plead for love, or quietly nurse your pain? Do you wait in hope, or just simply walk away? Do you silently pray and wish the ache would just abate? Or do you gather with friends and drink…
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Understanding the Times
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1) Welcome, dear reader, to my blog 😊. Today, I am sharing on the vital subject of time. The verse of the Bible quoted above, arguably one of the most quoted verses or portions of…
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Thankful
Hello! Welcome to my blog; I’m glad to have you here. I hope you enjoy this poem and hopefully, other posts. Don’t forget to like, leave a comment and share with others if you enjoy it. Cheers! Sickness and tears; joy and laughter; sorrow and healthQuietly line your streets…
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Lessons My Father Taught Me
Happy Father’s Day! To all the wonderful men holding it together, working round the year and making sacrifices to provide their families with basic necessities, give their children an education and raise them to become responsible adults through care, nurture and discipline, we celebrate you today! I am privileged to…
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Urban Struggles
Failed ventures; broken dreams A lively city bursting at its very seams As many mingle sweat and tears Midday darkness crawls o’er your fears Tho’ at night you nearly fall apart Yet by morn never failing to look the part The day dawns: “March on, my heart”
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Memories, Hopes and Dreams
I should have written this long agoWhen the red dust of AbakalikiBlown by the hot humid airSettled on my tender, innocent faceAnd coloured my eyelashes brownWhen the hot, unforgiving sunBeat down on me without mercyAnd adjusted my complexionFrom a brightly coloured versionTo a darker shade of fairAnd oft times the…
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