Mansion

For those looking for a wedding poem, here's one for your reading pleasure. To the one who inspired a great chunk of it, you know yourself. I get nostalgic every time I read it.


Mansion

I did not have the words to start this piece. I didn't
I did not because you leave me speechless. And out of the abundance of the heart
The mouth speaks. So my lack of words is a sign of an empty heart
Empty because it is poured out to you and nothing’s left except a void
A void into which only you can pour
Pour your heart
This love condition requires an open heart surgery but we don’t need a theater
That’s for actors
Just realness, honesty, commitment, sacrifice and the heart expert…
Who can search its depths and fill it with love unconditional…
I know that what I feel for you has been divinely placed, not temporal
Not to change with age and time
Not to be dependent on looks or wealth
Not to be swayed by mood or weather
But to weather the storm, grow stronger, outlast time
That even if we lost everything, we’d still have love left. And love is everything

He who finds a wife finds a good thing but only God can put her in your path
Took me disappointments to realize this
Then I asked Him to fashion for me the one He’d
Cut according to my size
Then came you…
The precious garment that has covered the nakedness of my singlehood
The wife material in this material world
Tailor-made according to His will for me
My heart’s desires without fabrication,
The one who fits me, the one I’m fit for
With you, I’d gladly tie the knot
You are the chain stitch that has hemmed my running ends, I am no longer unfinished
You turned out to be the one suited for me
And as you walk down that aisle, like the runway
I know you are the next top model, beauty on all levels
Yes, on all levels

Your skin kissed by the sun
Two bright stars shine beneath your forehead
Your wink is the twinkle of an eye
Your smile like the crescent moon on a cloudless night sky
The sky that your shoes scrape when you’re at your lowest
You are my heaven on earth
And I pray that I have my mansion in you

…my mansion is for you

I am the man shown for you.

A Story of two lives, a Poem of one life

This is the story of two lives, a poem of one life.

The story of one man, a story of two men, this is two stories about one man

Or was he a god? A superhuman perhaps

Could he be the one that science theorized as two bodies in one?

Or was he the one that lived in two bodies?

Did anyone know who he really was?

He was either the strongest man that ever lived or the weakest man that could never fight

The best leader of his time or just one with the biggest crowd going in the same direction as he

He was either the most charming, silver-tongued gentleman with the words that could melt a rock,

Or was the most wickedly deceptive deceiver

He was either the most faithful Christian that would receive a crown on the last day and whose name would be in that book of life that believers endlessly talked about   

Or was the greatest hypocrite that ever appeared to believe.

He was many things yet juxtaposed to his ambitions he was nothing

A simple man yet when regarded through the lenses of his achievements was the most sophisticated, most successful.

He was a quiet man, a man of many words. A great listener yes, he was a great talker

A teller of infallible truths, he was the greatest liar that ever was

A proud man, peacocks had no chance, he was the meekest even lambs were humbled by his humility

Theories say he killed a pride of lions just to keep his own pride, he was the epitome of timidity, wouldn’t kill a fly even if it sucked all his blood

He was the oldest, men of age would seek his counsel, he would tell tales of days lost in the history he lived in, he was the youngest of them all with the mischief of youth churning in any of his brains

He is the one that survived to tell the tale, the one who died that the tale might be told

A hero in the people’s stories, he was the villain in his own story

He was either the greatest man that ever stood before men or

The wretched invalid that all men came to see, appearing to have an audience

This is the story of the one who none dared to talk about

The story that I dared to tell, the story that I have always told

It’s not Jesus that I speak of, you see, with a mask, you could appear to be anything

With a mask, Clark Kent becomes Superman, Diego de la Vega becomes Zorro, Bruce Wayne becomes Batman

The wolf appears like a sheep, the devil like a roaring lion seeking one he may devour 

…

But beneath this mask was a poor man wanting to make sense out of faith

A man in deep doubt wanting to see the nail scarred hands just so he would believe

Beneath this mask was a man who also cried, in deep sorrow in need of a super-hero, a savior

A man in need of a father, a brother, a friend, a hand to hold, ears that would listen…

But who would know who he was beneath the mask?

Would he reveal his visage, his true identity and suffer the shame but gain all the he truly needed

Or would he just…

Put on back the mask and continue to live the lie he was used to..? 

Songs of Sulléman

Woman:
I wish there was a camera to capture the brightest lights,
that way I'd have a picture of you.
I wish there were words able to capture my feelings,
maybe then I wouldn't be left so speechless.
I wish there were eyes that could capture every moment without blinking,
then I would borrow them just to look at you.
Because every of your features comforts my senses.

But since I have been captured by you
All my dreams have come true
My wishes have become horses and Oh! do I ride!

Your very presence fuddles me.
My heels are over my head, your embrace like a broom has
Swept me off my feet, I feel a breeze beneath my soles.
My! has this love lifted me!
Take me that I might be found with you.

Young man:
To heights that mountains look up to, baby you are fly, the clouds block my view.
Few get to cloud 9 then land, you take me above and beyond, I look down like "I'm what's up!"
And from up here I see the far that we've come
From when you made on me lasting first impressions with your smile
Your courteous handshake, your style..
I would go on forever about my beaut. But forever is how and when we want to be.
Don't wanna eat into that time.
A wise man falls once.
A fool false twice at the same spot.
I must be a dimwit.
How I fall over and over in love with you
And never wanting to rise from this fall.
Take my mind because I am losing it.

Not In Vain (A Poem For Africa)

I Will Not Let Be In Vain 

(A poem for Africa)

I will not let all this be in vain

The prehistory, discoveries made in my past

The history, courses of proverbial rivers changed in my past

The present, the gift still unwrapped, yet to be revealed by the changing times

The hope for the future whose existence and potential lies only within my power

The scars of past wars with victory tales to tell

The fallen fighters from whose unmarked graves have sprang landmarks

Sweet songs of praise for those that have fought for me, and even though some died,

The reason for which they died immortally lives

The sweet songs for comfort when all we did, and rightly so was to

Look deep within and translate all the pain and strain to sweet melodies

That even civilization could not put on key, musical notation or any of that staff

I will not let be in vain

The tears cried by my mother on cold nights when she had to miss meals saying,

“I am good my son, I do not have the appetite…”

Only so that we could eat the little that there was

The proud smile on her face when I learnt how to read

The joy when I brought home my first hard-earned shilling

I will not let be in vain my blood that still flows in me yet my own shed blood at the hands of

Those that learnt selfishness came and took what we owned, made us fight for it then called us colonized

How dare you call me names yet I have my own

I will not respond to your summons

I will not pose for your portrayals

I am Africa. Do you even know what that means?

                                                                                         Benjamin Sulle

The Bank Job

If God loves me for me, why does He need me to change?
Wait, how did I even know He needs me to change?
How do you call me your own when I didn't seem to belong when I needed to be long? My shortcomings, it seemed, defined me enough for you to deny me?
Why did you let me go through molestation and attempted suicide even before I was a teenager? 
Why God? Why me? Why?

My list of questions to God was endless. I often wondered why he always kept mum especially when I needed Him to answer me.
See, I was a believer baptized  yet I was so POOR in spirit, I couldn't make SENSE out of it all. My initial premise for salvation was BANKING on CHANGE, yet I needed to take NOTES of the fact that I would only REAP as much as I INVESTED.
And when the enemy came as a flood my ACCOUNT was LIQUIDATED. 
This house that my spirit dwelt in was MORTGAGED because it still belonged to Him.
I was empty and homeless, brothers who came to CHECK on me BOUNCED because I had nothing, plus, the SIGNATURE of the God in our hearts did not MATCH.
My ASSETS were FROZEN, could no longer receive from Him neither could I give, I became a beggar.
While I was a beggar for change, I came across this INVESTOR who told me he had my best INTEREST at heart and introduced me to the bank of riches in Christ Jesus and He assured me that He is a SAVING ACCOUNT.
Clearly, I needed to be WITHDRAWN out of this misery. So I opened an account with him, deposited all I had and he gave me a card he said this is the PIN,
“Just pray and believe, by faith you will receive the evidence of things that are not yet seen.”
And I believed Him, so that I was birthed into this new life, marked by the cancellation of my DEBT, or so it seemed.
And like new born babes I craved pure spiritual MILK so that by it I would grow in my salvation, but the LACTOSE INTOLERANCE of my Sinful birth had me seeking flesh instead.
And they say you are what you eat. I was mostly flesh, garnished with a little Christian outfit, but right at my center was waste!
Since history taught me to not forget where I came from, I carried some old habits into my new life just to remind me.
I was partly saved and partly privy to this earthly party where people perished because they hid beneath facades just to blend in.
I wanted to be the ILLEST didn't know I was looking FORWARD to be ADMITTED. I tried to find my true color on this palate of lifestyles when I was told to focus on the bigger picture.
But the bigger picture was just my enlarged portrait, see, I still made it about me.
But my picture was flawed, so swollen with pride I couldn't fit in God’s frame.
Then from heaven He stretched His hand and took me back to the drawing board and He said to me,
“I am the master painter, the only one who can turn you into a master piece. 
I did not make you to fit in or conform to the pattern of this world. 
In the flat line that is the mosaic of this dying art, only I will make you the pulse that will stand out and represent life because I will be the beat in your heart.
Right now you are free-falling; it’s why you don’t have self control.But if you would be first firmly founded in me, the solid rock that renders all others sinking sand, then you will be truly grounded. 
The seeds I plant in you will grow and bear fruit of love, joy peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control.Temptations will not take a toll on you because I will short-circuit Lucifer’s network of wires that so easily entangle you.
I am the way, the truth and the life, the means and the end which will be gnashing of teeth if you don’t let me fight for you.I am the one who walked into your execution room and said
“Son, I will take that for you.”
And for your question...? I AM who I AM, I give you identity and you have none till you have mine.I innocently suffered on the cross to the point of shedding blood so your pain is nothing compared to mine, plus, I gave you the strength to overcome, had plans for you that’s why your suicide was bypassed.
You always belonged to me, knew you before you were BIRTHED; I am the one who DELIVERED you. 
Called you son but you never called me father.Came down as the word which was made flesh and dwelt among men so that you would call me brother and friend but you never did.
And here I am again, waiting for you with arms open wide coz this is where you fit in. 
Come to me all you who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
And right then I absolutely, totally and completely surrendered, laid aside my garments of iniquity. Unashamedly naked before Him so that He would cloth me with His righteousness and full armor.
I am now a soldier in His army and I am done asking Him questions.
My question to you is,“Can you afford to not be banked in Him?” 

The Prodigal

I should add that this was the first performance-poetry (spoken word) that I wrote after my life had been taken through the story of Lost Son as told by Jesus in Luke 15 and got me returning back to the Father. Back home.
Be Blessed!

The Prodigal

I bring my two cents here because it’s all about change.

He changed my locale so now I’m foreign, in this world but not of it.

Seeking to represent the heavenly culture coz that’s where home is,

But truth is...

Truth is my crippled walk lacked stand like shifting shadows in flickering light.

Constantly changing teams from his team to Lucifer’s team, my life was just like steam. Rising and soon disappearing, becoming all things to all men that I may fit in

Not save some of them.

So with such blinded sight I sought identity in the broken mirrors of society,

Gradually becoming what the movies, music and the surrounding presented,

A bad boy, a hypocrite

A hypocrite because the once a week appearance in church and the scriptures that hiccuped my speech were impressionable.

And the Christian folk; some of the Christian folk around me were just nice.

They didn't care about my personal life coz even Jesus is a personal saviour.

But I believe there’s a reason we become brethren when we are born again so we've got to bother about our brothers.

Anyways, with such doubt dripping into my system like saline

Deafening my spiritual ears in the meantime,

I began to lose the faith that comes by hearing but found the seeming peace that comes by sipping.

So I got into drugs and alcohol for the often times I felt low.

Justified it by saying I was connecting to the most high.

Then in the height of things I fell head over heels in love...

Well it was more like heels over head because I was

Jumping into it faster than my head could process.

Invited her to my house and she was there, wanted to take mental pictures, so I said “cheese!” then I started to smell a rat.

I knew this was wrong but the brilliance of her body and the countless thoughts absent care

Blinded me so that I sought excitement (EX sight-ment) from out of His sight

And that’s when I finally gave up my identity (eye-dentity) and began to see things as though I was blind, needing to touch just so I could get my way around...

Her curves...

Her curves were so much in my head that I couldn't think straight.

So I said to myself, “she needs to trust me”

But all the trust that I had was latex rubber

Which could never erase my inadequacies but the try was worth it

So I trusted her. Trusted her until there was no more need for trust;

Slowly becoming a slave of a sexual system that was statutorily raping me

Because I was still a child

A brainchild of God’s idea, the Brainstem from whom I had since branched and was no longer connected

Desperate for a relationship

I wanted to love and be loved for who I was.

But how could she love me for me when I was never me when I was with her.

See, I presented this great persona, on top of my game, you would think I was both ref and the coach

Some serious sense of style, deceitful charm with just the words to say

You could say I had a swagger, which drinking reduced to stagger.

But the real man that I was, whom she yet met or understood and whom I was coming to terms with was this

Prodigal son, eating feaces with swine

Shunning the son, because his light would shine

Revealing my facade which covered my shame

And guilt and filth

Like filthy rags I needed to be changed, like soiled diapers I needed changing,

Like beggars in the street I needed some change

A new song and a new race because, I was tired of the

Same track different lyrics 

Same track, different races, particularly weary of this one that had no finish line.

Just like a phone number with no ID I needed to be saved, in the book of life so God would call me His own.

So the prodigal came to his mind and said,

“How many of my father’s hired servants have bread enough to eat and spare and I perish with hunger. I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him that I have sinned against heaven and before you, and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me as one of your hired servants.”

But He, he ran to me, cleansed me, clothed me anew and fed me. I was dead and He gave me new life which I now live for only Him.

He changed the things I put myself into, and the things I put into me

The things I put in my head, in my heart and on my plate.

He calmed the storm in my tea cup

And now what’s in my cup is what Hebrews taught me

That without faith it is impossible to please God, so I seek Him diligently

And pray ceaselessly that this change will not be a phase or event but it will be a daily process.

That He will make me a living sacrifice that will not run from the altar

That He will daily remind me that I am a new creation, that the old has gone and behold all things are made new

That I will above all else esteem His love for me, not just what He owns that falls to me

Because this is the only time I ever saw Him run

When He ran to me

He Speaks, We Speak: Peace & love Edition

11 Spoken-Word artists, 1 Singer, 1 Production House, 1 Message, 1 God, 1 Nation, 1 Peace, 1 Love. Agenda: seeking to walk in obedience by unashamedly speaking the Word of God (1 Peter 4:11).
God has His stand on everything, and we are to share this message. So, when He speaks, we speak.
We, 'He speaks, we speak' present the first project to come out of this collaboration: The 'Peace and Love' Edition. The peace Kenyans so desire, we believe, does not stand alone, it must be based on something greater, that it may stand the vagaries of differences. That they may be seen not as a mess, but as a beautiful collage. And for us, peace should be borne of love; when we love each other, we shall have authentic peace. And we know, love is God.


This is relevant as Kenya, coming from the General election begins a new chapter under a new government structure and representation, and with the new constitution in full force.
The artists involved in the project are: Nzilani, Mwende, BlackSkillz, Kamlesh, Nasara, Wallace, K9, SpeCfyd, Number8, Julie, Benjie and Molline Dove doing the vocals.
The piece was recorded and video shot by FullHouse Music.

Peace and Love!

This Is What We Do

This is what we do…

We confess with our mouth the Lord Jesus and believe with our heart that God raised Him from the dead so that we are saved.

We publicly proclaim the prince of peace who pardons and

Perpetually pray to the King of kings who cares yet

Continually stray from the side of the Savior he sent to come save us.

But He still draws us back to Himself coz He’s the shepherd and we are such sheep

So He leaves all to come and search lost sheep.

But sheep fancy adventure so we get lost again and again and before we know it, we are continuing in sin because His grace abounds, yet and still,

This is what we do.

We compromise, but call it keeping up with the Kardashians, keeping up with the culture so that we may reach it. Being relevant.

But they move too fast in all the wrong ways so that we start to adopt and adapt.

Before we know it our mental pictures are distorted because we acquire their frame of mind in size A4

Apple we bite and like Eve give ADAMantly so that we are wise in our own eyes.

Then we sew proverbial leaves to cover our nudity,

Wondering how much fruit can we eat and still keep our sanctity?

But this is what we do.

We flirt. We flirt thinking its fair ground to cast our seeds like a sower, but our intention is not to water, plough and prune, we just wanna bury the seeds and eat its fruit.

We forget the power of our words, and with them create imaginary worlds.

But these words are like arrows shot by a careless archer;

Aimless.

The French word for love is aime, these words, are aime-less.

But they are full of lust whose end is gratification of self; we are called to be selfless.

See, true love is found in the Truth who showed us the way by giving us life through His death on a cross.

But we still lie to our wives, lay in adultery, have sex before marriage and call it our moments of weakness.

Yet it is us who walk to the centre of the garden and meet the serpent, his apple a day keeps Doctor Jesus away. So we are left with broken hearts and diseased bodies…

But this is what we do.

We walk on the edge coz we know God’s angels will hold us lest we fall.

Brothers put themselves in tricky situations but those be under Satan’s sleeve.

We wanna walk the straight path, but some shawtys are short cuts,

Skirts cut short, long slit so temptation’s not a long shot

Her moves choreographed so no “CUTS!” like some sort of skit

Before we know it we are cuddled and soon after cut off from the Vine and scatter into the wild, because we walk on the edge.

And we browse on the EDGE, 3G

What appears on our screen as a link links us to what we know to be kink which brings us to the brink (or edge) of sin then sinks us into a sink that stinks and stains our minds. We need to stop and think before we have lost synch-rony with the King of kings and passed the curse to our next of kin…

But I know something we can do.

We can confess with our mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in our heart that God raised Him from the dead so that we are saved.

We can privately and publicly proclaim the Prince of peace who pardons and perpetually pray to the King of kings who cares to cleanse and carry us through.

Cast our cares to Him so we can live by Paul’s principle of profitable loss: “To live is Christ, to die is gain.”

We can surround ourselves with people who call on the Lord out of a pure heart, 2^nd Timothy 2:22.

And because we become what we continually expose ourselves to…

We can daily read the word so that we may be like Christ.

Submit to God, resist Satan and he will soon take his flight.

I am not perfect, I too fall short, sometimes I just trip myself, sinful nature convincing me that when I am down I cannot fall any further but that’s a lie coz I still rise,

Like the sun, that though in the dusk of iniquity, I set into darkness, my dawn still comes from a gracious God and I rise and shine because His light shines on me.

My solution is in salvation, my answers in Jesus.

My question to you is…

What will you say when He asks you what you did?

Benjie's Bossom: Peace Love and Unity

Benjie's Bossom: Peace Love and Unity:  Nearly five years after the disputed general elections of 2007, it seems that what led to the strife is still plaguing this nation. Tr...

In Search Of The Truth

In search of the truth is what men are when they seek and find white lies in black magic;

Illogical.

When they spend their lives in thrifty and wanton living,

Like the prodigal.

When they link their family tree genealogies to Jesus and Mary Magdalene and call themselves the Jesus genes;

Outrageous.

Yet we know the truth, that Jesus was celibate, bet He didn’t sell His soul,

No sin was found in Him, so we celebrate.

The live that He lived, the life that He gave.

Christ died and ROSE from the dead and you still wanna bring CARNATIONS to His grave?

Nah! He did not re-incarnate, He resurrected, empty tomb is proof.

Was seen with witnesses who saw Him rise to the skies as they stood aloof.

Our unbelief is the reason He bled and died,

Best believe that on the 3^rd day He did rise.

Yet some still write lies about Him, but they are pen-silly,

No wonder in that syllabus, they write on foolscaps.

In that silly bus they ride on fools’ scalps

and need to alight. A Light

We need a light in this dark world and He is the Sun, the Son, the center of our SOULar system

And I am only a satellite, orbiting around Him, reflecting His light.

History points to Him, the future points back at Him. The first born over all creation, He is before all things and in Him all things consist.

See, the Truth is NOT relative

The Truth is absolute. Was, is and will be.

CONSTANT.

No surges with its power. It is able to set free, so

If your ‘truth’ has you bound, then it’s false.

If it cannot stand the test of time, then it falls…

Short.

But only one thing, One person remains standing tall and He is the one you seek.

Jesus Christ.

And that’s The Truth.