Musings

Let It Show

Don’t say you are loving; let your hands arrive before your words.
Don’t say you are kind; let the wounded breathe easier around you.
Don’t say you are gentle; let anger lose its weapon in your palms.
Don’t say you are patient; let time find peace in your waiting.
Don’t say you care; remember the names others thought forgotten.

Don’t say you are intelligent; let wisdom choose when to speak.
Don’t say you are learned; let humility sit beside your knowledge.
Don’t say you understand; let your listening open locked doors.
Don’t say you are discerning; let truth feel safe in your presence.
Don’t say you are wise; let your decisions bless more than yourself.

Don’t say you are good; be found doing good when no one is watching.
Don’t say you are honest; let your yes stand straight in the wind.
Don’t say you are moral; return what silence would let you keep.
Don’t say you are fair; make room for the voice without power.
Don’t say you are trustworthy; let your absence defend your name.

Don’t say you are holy; let your life bow before your lips do.
Don’t say you are prayerful; let mercy rise from your knees.
Don’t say you are godly; let grace be the fragrance you leave behind.
Don’t say you have faith; walk calmly where fear is shouting.
Don’t say you serve God; serve the people He places near you.

Don’t say you are thoughtful; notice the burden no one mentioned.
Don’t say you are generous; give before gratitude is guaranteed.
Don’t say you are strong; carry others without making them feel heavy.
Don’t say you are humble; let another’s light not dim your own.
Don’t say who you are; live until love becomes your introduction.

The Burden of Man

What is a man?
A job that you didn’t apply for
A job that you don’t take vacation
A job that hurts and breaks
A thankless job

You sacrifice your life
You sacrifice your time
You sacrifice your patience
You sacrifice your peace
And yet it’s never enough

You must learn the way of pain,
Knowing pain, you must learn quickly
Pain birth you, pain demands you
Run, fly… but no one escapes pain
Make peace; pain does not care

A man with many faces
One day you get to be angel,
Another day, you are a savage
One day you are a peacemaker,
Another day, you are trouble

A man without empathy
A man without ethics
A man who lacks economics
A man who lacks emotions
That man is not a made man

No one owes you anything
Yet, you owe your life
Yet, you owe your time
Yet, you owe your strength
To a world that keeps taking

You will understand quickly –
Pain is real
Failure is a teacher
Power is corrupt
Purpose is the only explanation

Other men have suffered before you
Other men are suffering now
Other men will suffer then
Know this, know peace
The curse of suffering continues

There is always a man out there –
Hoping to take what is yours
Wanting to use you
Open to betray you
Eager to kill you

I hope one day my young sons-
Ruled by wisdom and strength
Find meaning and their purpose
Understand the burden of a man
And survive this terrible world

Gift and Giftings

A woman is man

A man is a woman

A human is man

Biology is real

Reality is different

Experience makes the difference

A male child is not the best

The female child deserves the rest

Human is the crest

She is not a cook

He is not a crook

That is not true

She is the new He

He is the old She

Here are a few seed

He is the most powerful

She is the most resourceful

We should be all grateful

Faithfulness

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What is faithfulness?
Why faithfulness matter?
How do we measure faithfulness?
How can one be faithful?

Faithful in your professional duties, elevates your role
Faithful in the opportunities around you, open more doors
Faithful in that low pay job, unlocks a high pay job
Faithful in managing a few, expect dozen at your doorsteps

Faithful in little things qualifies you for the big stuff
Faithful in the big stuff, gets you bigger stuff
If a quarter of us choose to be faithful today
This world will be a better place today

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The Killer

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The killer seeks pardon from death
The rapist does not want to be raped

The thief does not fancy being robbed
The judge rather not face judgment

The troll detest trolls
The rich forever feeds off the poor

The liar expects to be told the truth
Gossipers hates their gossips

The cheater abhors cheats
What if we are all selfish bastards

Then this world is lost
You can save the world

The Script and the Play

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On a hill far away stood my rescue team!

I am being caged in a makeshift hole where I took temporary residence as a result of a civil war unrest in my town. I struggled with malnutrition, pain, physical injuries and untold darkness. My life is missing from reality and reality is shifted from my life. It seems I had no control, writhing in my pain, I lost all hope. I heard there is a rescue team, it was all a rumor, and my day never met the savior. I want to believe a lie to lift my spirit but all I hear is the sound of war and the resulting casualties. My city is destroyed, my mind is distraught and my hope is dead. No tales by the moonlight, no soccer, no more amusement, no more happiness. I dreamt the end but I went through hell.  May be, there is a life after death, this is looking like death after life and seems I am running someone else’s script.

My loss was my all but my all is gone. I never stood a chance, and see my very existence zapped from me. But on the very day I was going to bid time the longest bye, I became woken. I took to conference my faculty and my heart. I spoke to myself, “there is no fancy way to die, but I can create my own fantasy”.  I am crippled with fear, wounded in body, and sullen in feelings but all I am doing is fulfilling another man’s script. I can write my own script and be the main act. Be it as it may, re-write defeated by uncontrollable circumstances but redirected by the will of my power and exertion of strength. By this very act, I survived till the rescue team came. This is the game changer! You are the script and the play. The real defeat is not what happens to us but what happens within us.

I Feel For Ya

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We are all on the run; the highway of life
Some navigating to the bypass of “nothingness”
Some are stuck in the junction
While a few did made it home

One runner said “look here for a moment”
Mother “I made it”, yay “I nailed it”
…And it was worth it but I’ve seen terrible things
Many things trouble me but these few give me more concern

The nude lady who moans of being catcalled

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Imagine First and Last

Imagine if today was your first to be last
Imagine if tomorrow was your last to be first
Imagine all that ends last is first in a moment
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3 Emotional Truths

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The pivotal seat of human senses is built in her emotional spectrum. The emotions each of us exhibit defines us. Our emotions flows from the sinews of our thoughts, how we process events and what we hope to either interpret, express or achieve by certain mode of actions. The concept of intelligence has recently shifted from the sole concept of academic prowess, street wisdom, technical developed skills or naturally in-grained talents; to emotional intelligence. Talent is not enough for would-be successful manager of people and life’s events. Life events can be predicted but the turn of events is a grey matter. So are people, they change, evolve and distort unannounced.

As we are all different people with different finger prints, so are our emotional configurations. We have folks with weak emotions, those with no emotions and the rest with strong emotions. Recognizing this fact helps you deal with people in different scenarios. A lot of people act on impulse while few take rational decision based on well driven thought process. This is highly impacted by each individual’s emotional configurations.

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I Don’t Want To Grow Up

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I love being the child

Babies never have to cook or clean up

They are catered for every single hour

I want to be carried over and swung every time

I love every morning ritual

Bathed for, cared for, dressed for….
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