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..? 

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.

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. Tribalism and Class-ism. Kenya has 42+ tribes. We are a diverse nation and it is this diversity that should unite us, like the different fingers of the same hand. I stand as an agent of peace and this piece is about PEACE. We ought to work on the things that unify us.

PS: There is a Prince of Peace who gives peace that surpasses all understanding.

PEACE!!!

PEACE LOVE AND UNITY

“May we dwell in unity,

Peace and liberty…”

The solemn prayer of our independence, our anthem. When this nation finally got free from colonial oppression.

The day when the flag soared high in colors, black for the people, red for the blood shed in the struggle, green for the natural beauty of the land and white for the peace.

When every one, regardless of age, tribe, sex, gender, social, political class, religion or education was one. The day we really were Kenyans.

United, untied.

Divergent cultures unified.

Then the colonialist left and it seemed that we were only a people united by a common enemy.

That we would soon be divided.

Because the Central province could not hold, things began to fall apart.

The nation was developed, through PILOT projects, that systematically excluded the poor because only the rich FLY.

The politicians talk about making fundamental changes, yet they only fund your mental during elections just so they can change your immediate conditions.

Their 5year plan for your 5year old reduced to a

500 shilling for your five hundred needs, then

5 years later, the PENTAGON returns when inflation is

Five times higher and their 500 shillings is worthless compared to your

 Over five hundred needs and those of your 10year old.

You don’t need all five senses to realize that the strife is not only about lack of units but also lack of unity…

Then came 2007 when the revolution was televised. Images so scary you’d think the book of revelation was being televised.

Hundreds of thousands were displaced.

A thousand plus were killed, either by the bullet or the blade,

Brother against brother just because they came from another mother…

…tongue was tied in muse of the bloodshed and hate.

Seemed like the flag faltered in meaning; black was no longer for the people as it had gray areas of tribe and class. The red was for the bloodshed, not for independence but for tribal and political dominance. The green, wilted into a brown and yellow from land grabbing and encroachment into forest land.

The white became for peace. Not peace like harmony or

piece like part of

but peace like the police keep the common *click click* PEACE!

We paid the price of disunity and ethnic intolerance with blood and we set up ourselves again for the same when we re-group into tribes.

It seems the 2007 reality check bounced. So now I pay you this time round with a mic check, ONE too many things need to change.

Let’s preach peace, our silence is killing the nation, country-cide.

Wanjiku should not only be safe around people of her own tribe, in the country side.

We need peace like a river to attend our way so that it can be well with our soul,

To walk the talk that gives Kenya Hope, founded on Liberty and Power.

Power to fight hunger and starvation to

Fight poverty, corruption. The power to rise above the walls that disunite us.

Let’s join hands because apart, we are fingers twitching. Together we are a fist, no punch intended.

How good and pleasant it is when brethren

“Dwell in unity, peace and liberty.

Plenty be found within our borders.”

Because Love Is Patient

Because Love Is Patient

On to your marks, get set, GO!!! But wait…

That was me trying to take love too fast and got a false start

But I still went on with that disqualified race because everyone around me was a medalist with a lady to show for it and I was only a finalist who wouldn't make a team because I was always alone.

I was sick and tired of being the third runners up, always this close, but only if I could hurry up.

I knew love is PATIENT but I couldn't ADMIT it, so I TREATED the SYMPTOMS with haste and DISCHARGED lust instead. Letting something that is supposed to be divine, be defined by being defiled, deflowered perhaps.

Met this woman who was wrong from the start and I knew it, but I still went on.

Now I know they say you cannot judge a book by its cover, but her story was written on just one page, the cover page, Which was folded so many times that it looked like a book. Yes looked like.

She looked like a Christian, crucifix hanging between her cleavage which was conveniently revealed from the first time we met.

Looked like she went to church, her phone switched off on Sunday mornings.

Looked like she was baptized, still drenched and always had a bottle of something that looked like mineral water but didn't quite smell like it.

Looked like.

She had many piercings in her ears so she looked like she would listen to my sentiments when I spoke from my heart…

…but I became anemic because I was always pouring my heart out to punctured ears; bleeding.

I needed to touch the hem of his garment so that he would heal my issue. So I took my condition to the Lord and he gave me a new vascular system so that he would flow in every part of me. Then he transfused the blood of the lamb into me, in essence gave me new life because life is in the blood.

My mind was renewed, my system rebooted, bad chic booted, put on boots, I mean feet got booted for this new walk with Christ. Had to go back to the Genesis to start a new.

Then I got to chapter 2 vs 18. That it is not good for man to be alone. But I needed to know, first my master, my mission then my mate.

So I skipped that and went on to seek after God, became a man after God’s own heart that in the process I would find hers. And it would be a gift because it would be hidden deeply in him.

And we know that every good and perfect gift comes from above from the father of lights, so when this queen would come down, I’d know “that’s wassup”.

You see, she would find no shame in saying she finds joy in sharing the Jesus she found salvation in.

Like the virtuous woman in proverbs 31 she would extend her hands to the poor and reach out her hands to the needy…I mean she would reach me.

Selfless she would be because it’s no longer her who lives but Christ through her. Her spirit would passionately antagonize secularism so she is not lukewarm; rather she would radiate the heat that burns in her heart for Christ.

Her inner beauty would overflow to her physical, MAID in God’s image so she’s always working in his presence and yes, MADE in God’s image, God’s beauty humanized in her. The thought of her would light up above my head like a bright idea.

She would be smart, intelligent and sharp, no need to prove a point.

And when she MAKEs UP her mind, her thoughts are still REAL,

Not CAKED UP in compromise or deceitful FOUNDATION.

Her eyes…her smile…her eyes and smile would amplify exponentially her face value,

Such angelic beauty, doesn't matter what fragrance I couldn't afford, she would be the SCENT from heaven,

And yes, she would be “SENT from heaven

And she’d know that it is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God.

Not just swooned by my going down on one knee to propose but by my kneeling down on both knees to pray.

And she would be moral; knowing her physical beauty but still covering it up in decent clothing taking care not to stumble a brother.

She wouldn't’ need a trashy fashion STATEMENT because she’s got the WORD – clothed in righteousness. Would not find her identity in mere reflections but the word of God would be her mirror, reflecting upon it daily because it is the manual from her manufacturer…

And I, I am going back to that manual as well because it is in here that the Manufacturer also specifies compatibility and comparability.

That she would have to be the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh otherwise she would just be a transplant susceptible to inevitable graft versus host rejection.

That she would have to be made from my rib, so that in essence she is just a part of me that returns and collectively we are part of that body of which Christ is the head.

That I would have to be patient; learning the lessons of love from him who loved the world so much that he gave his only son as ransom that we may be made wholesome. Him who is patient with mankind, that despite our sins His compassion still fails not.

That I will His righteousness first seek and not cease to chase after His heart after I find hers.

That until by sign and law she has become my mother’s daughter-in-law, in a ceremony with witnesses and God’s blessings, we would not come too close as to be drawn away by our own desires.

We will live right in his sight; sit at his right hand where there are pleasures forever more, not in private pleasure our own selves.

Brick by brick with Christ as the cornerstone we will seek to build a home, not find a room.

But until that time comes, I will have to be patient

Not treating symptoms with haste and discharging lust instead

Because love is patient.

My Man

Shalom, folks.

       You must wonder why such a title and content. For those wondering, I am male ;-) This piece was however written by myself sometime ago, but from the perspective of a woman, *trust me, i really tried to encompass that perspective* and they were lessons I was learning to try and be that man who would deservedly ask for for that proverbs 31 woman, because many times, we men, keep raising the bar for women to be like that but fail to be the man she deserves. Ultimately, only God can make us proper for these relationships that we so desperately seek to be in. He is the greatest lover and love story ever told. Once, a friend of mine and pastor [Curtis Reed], said, and I agree and quote him, "It is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God."
      With that said, here is the piece, titled, My Man. Be blessed.

My Man

6 feet tall, dark and handsome, or just tall in the dark
is what my search for a man had brought me to.
And even though I’d be two feet shorter, he would still complement me.
With his big car, house bank account, belly-which I would ignore and
my small everything, I knew I’d fit in like a glove…
But love would be absent, only momentary affection, founded on the fear of what ifs when the wealth and looks have faded
Because deep down I knew that beauty is fleeting and charm deceitful, I mean, I wish I looked 5years younger.
The MAKE-UP cannot MAKE UP for the lustre I lost when I MADE OUT with the dead, masquerading as living, trying to MAKE OUT why I was MADE in the first place.
I labored in sin, like a MAID in Satan's household, till payday when DEATH was the WAGE and I had asked for a RAISE. Then the Son of Man reminded me how He'd been raised from the dead and
LIFE would be my gift, only if there was meeting of the minds...
then I met Jesus and he cleansed my MIND and HEART: NOT BRAINWASH or BLOOD-BATH,
but it’s really a blood bath if you think of the cross…
And his love for me has shown me the kind of man I need
See, I already love Jesus with all my heart and
whatever is left of that love, I’d love my man with.
My man would love Jesus too and our affection would meet in him
He’d be in God’s image, His reflection, in essence, God’s beauty
would be humanized in him so I’d call him handsome…
EYE CANDY he’d give me RETINAL CAVITY.
He’d be educated, a guy with brains, some class or even a school of thought.
He’d be cross-eyed, that’s just his religious view, selfless coz
that 1st person singular is ONE Christ Jesus; and he would have a clean heart
coz he’s sanitized by baptism.
He’d be my knight in shining armor, not just a man in metal…
but his waist girded with the belt of TRUTH so he’d never CHEAT on me.
His feet shod with the sandals of peace, he would never throw a fit
or kick
His heart righteously protected by a breastPLATE upon which he
would SERVE God and love me.
Then our faith, our faith shall be a shield around us
A shield from our jealous friends coz what we have outlasts their endless talk.
And for his own salvation, his head would be protected by a helmet,
so he better remember my birthday, our anniversary, the day we met and yes,
the insignificant date (or so he thinks) of the first time we kissed.
And yes, he would keep me in mind and in Cheque, so we’d
spend our time and money together.
And when my heart is broke he knows we withdraw from the glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Then my knight in shining armor would have, not a sword in hand but a pen
coz its mightier, and he would not only write poetry and whatever else God tells him
but also the story of our love and how it would be happily ever after.
And yes, I’m vain sometimes but my man would shower me with gifts
endear my neck with a diamond encrusted piece,
some ice so I’d freeze and shine…
And he would shine too because he reflects God’s light to the world, SALT of the earth,
thus he’s blessed and highly FLAVORED coz he’s TASTED the Lord,
and he would add so much SPICE to my life.
My man would be MUSICAL. That is KEY coz he’d be INSTRUMENTAL in giving my
heartBEAT its very RHYTHM.
And finally my man would give me the boomerang love that would
blow me away and still bring me back. and I would love only him

He will love me to submission and I will submit my way to his love...
But before this man has come, I pray God, that
you make me this man’s woman.
That I will seek you first and your righteousness, so that My Man is an addition, able to do the math,
Where two become one flesh when God sums it up.
That in the time between, I will faithfully love you and not cheat on you with forms of godliness that deny your power. For this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

In The Music

Quite frankly we don’t always listen to
Kirk Franklin and all the Holy Spirit inspired music in our privacy,
Because we are so radio-active and the secular music reduces our half life because
It leads us into sin and the wages of sin is death. Slow death like a cancer and radio-therapy is not the cure.
But while we are playing it in our heads, we no longer make melody in our hearts. Turning what used to be His tunes to iTunes, tuning in to frequencies that glory in the CLASSIC self and sex, calling in to bring issues we should channel to the cross but let’s face it...

There’s a song on radio for your every emotion and the devil 98.4% of the times CAPITALizes on this, when you are EASIly swayed by a KISS from your HOT, UPTOWN HOMEBOY, usually after you realize your GHETTO boy is not the ONE for you, making him your X when all the while you would have tuned in to the HOPE and TRUTH we have when Christ is the head of the FAMILY.

We need to FM…I mean, affirm our faith in Him. Didn’t His audience see Him rise to the skies when He ascended? He is on air, so you better listen to Him.
Our God is a musician and here’s proof. He makes the beats out of our hearts that gives us pulse, so His music is life. That is why you decompose when you die. But before you do, press pause and rewind back to the beginning then replay and listen. And if your music does not forward the message of Him who rose above the charts and billboards when He resurrected then you might as well stop and eject and ask Him to put a new song in your heart.

 Because the original record was broken when Adam ate the fruit, so sin is on repeat in our human nature, looped like a noose that’s why death is the climax.
But His rod and staff they comfort me. When I was still a sinner and a G, the rock of ages CLEFt for me. Coz like a discord I needed atonement so that I would be in tune with Him. So now my life is no longer a solo performance because He backs me up, walks with me so His presence is my accompaniment and His grace is abundant for me. My music is for Him only.
So now I implore you to go back to the basics of worship, Psalm 101, sing of His mercy and justice, pursuing clarity of mind and purity of heart. And when they ask you why you sing, tell them the reason why. Tell them the reason why. This is the reason why…
I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free. His eyes on the sparrow. That’s the reason why I sing.

The Work-Out Plan

I heard that change starts with the man in the mirror, but I am in God’s image so I desire to be like the one before the mirror, and the mirror is His word, so I reflect upon it just so I can know who I am

It wasn't long before I realized that who I was was not who He intended me to be.

I needed a makeover.

See I was overweight with sin from eating life with a big spoon

Lived on praise and pride and lies that were like calories 

I didn't sing or dance for Him, was too unfit to, but I moved my head back and forth to music manufactured in Satan’s kitchen, so that when the tune kept ringing in my mind I picked up the cholesterol that it left in my system.

I became so obese that I could no longer run the race nor keep the faith, my blood vessels so narrowed that His blood could no longer flow through me
And then I got a heart attack, forgot He is my best defense

It’s like we have a systemic problem but only treat parts where symptoms are exhibited.

Jesus is patient with us, but that doesn't mean He's sick coz He hails as healer.

But we the sick seek cure from quarks

Mix pure with works

Absent of faith so Satan’s heat melts us like wax,

And we still want to be the light of the world? That doesn't come by singing

“Jesus walks” but by walking the talk.

And that’s when I began to WORK OUT my salvation with fear and trembling
Fitness to run with endurance the race that has been set before us and X, I mean the cross marks the spot, so I run focusing on the finish line, I mean the finisher of our faith.

See, He gave Himself to death so that we could warm up to Him,
To guard our heart with all diligence for it is the well spring of life.

We need to get on a strict diet, watch what we eat, I mean feed our minds with lest we become overweight, I mean burdened with sin.

So every morning I jog my memory with verses, feeding on His word for it is the bread of life.

I do my PUSH ups, I mean I pray until something happens,

Not giving up the fellowship of brethren because it is my gym where we encourage one another even as the day of the finals, I mean the final day approaches.
You can only be crowned if you compete by the rules. This here is my work out plan.
If you see me looking fit, go tell everybody that I am like God’s secret because He has kept me.

Kept me on track and lifted me over the hurdles. This race is for the crown that does not perish.

Therefore I urge you to run, not with uncertainty, to fight, not as one who beats the air,

But to discipline your body and bring it into subjection, lest when you have preached to others, you yourselves become disqualified!