Legislators of Light

I walk in the order of light
Carrying dimensions of blinding brightness within my very being
I wear my crown of glory well, commanding my creative constituency with such regal grace
I enforce laws that endure for generations yet unborn
I am a legislator of light, a city on a hill

I walk in the order of light
Subduing territories with a divine superior knowledge.
I emit radiant rays of artistic expressions
Birthing dreams beyond my imagination
I am a legislator of light, dazzling in my element.

I walk in the order of light
Bearing the torch and illuminating the way for others to see
I am a lighthouse, dispeling darkened cities
I zip through space with the speed of light
Revealing lustrous beauty
I am a legislator of light, I bring hope.

Walk on with Joy:Song of Ascent

You, who were once strangers, have found delight in each other
You, who were two, have become one
From this moment on, one is now three  because  a three-fold cord is not easily broken
As you both begin this journey, may you walk freely in heavenly love
And put tens of thousands to flight too
May your conversations be laced with grace, bringing life to each other
May your home be blessed full with arrows in your quiver
Always resounding with echoes of laughter
May your home abound in peace, making room for the blessings of God
May you both walk in wisdom
Strengthening each other
May the foundation  of your home be built with lively  stones
A dwelling place for the presence of God
May you both live in unending joy and timeless love
Cheers to a new beginning  of new beginnings.

A Note on Braces.

Sometimes i really wish i documented my time of wearing braces with videos -I’ve got some pictures though. 
Before i got them, i had mastered my picture perfect smile and i got really good at it with practice. Then i got ’em braces on. To be honest i was glad i could finally fix my overbite and misaligned jaw.
It felt cool to smile with the blings on for awhile. An added bonus was, i could pick any colour of plastic bands to go around the brackets for six weeks before i changed them again. I made sure to express all my favourite colours on my braced teeth – I was having the time of my life.

Then i relocated a little up north of Nigeria and with every smile, I became the oddity. Whenever i smiled, a bunch of questions and  observations followed through especially by people who weren’t my orthodontist but were keen about my treatment.
Well, for my sanity, i minimised my smile to a “little to no teeth” showing…finally, i had some peace with the questions but it was the beginning of practising to smile without teeth showing.
I’d like to say I’m a good learner cos i finessed that one too.
After two full years of having braces on, it was  time for them to come off. The first few days after they were taken off,  it felt quite abnormal to roll my tongue up against my teeth without any metal obstruction. I relished this new found freedom to my heart’s content.
I now had a new smile to showcase  however, i had gotten too comfortable with the “no teeth”old smile. Truly, old habits die hard.

I now had to conquer it and start smiling with my teeth showing Whenever i wore my new smile, it looked strange on me. I’d take pictures and my old smile would somehow re-appear.

So i had to relearn the act of smiling all over again.
I only started to get comfortable with my smile in 2021. These days, I consciously smile in every picture.

Braced teeth.

No smile face.

Smiley face.

It’s much the same with life, we get opportunities to learn, unlearn and relearn. #Don’tStayThere #GetUp #Evolve #KeepWalking.

Woman Enough?

I am more woman than some criteria of “curves and fine bones”
Elegantly woven together with threads of grace and strength
Swooping and spreading my wings with uninhibited intricacies
I am the miracle of change – fierce and expressive
Breaking into pieces ties that bind in squared rooms
I am the magnificence of an eagle – beautiful, powerful and always renewing my plumage
Flying high above the fray and seeing untold truths
I am all woman yet i delve into a world exclusive to my gender
Where I’ve been deprived and denied opportunities hitherto deemed unfit for me
Don’t you see that i excel in brain and brawn?
Treading paths laden with rusted blades
Even with near and distant hisses in my ear constantly aspiring to run me off track
Still, how beautifully i remain tethered to my purpose -unafraid
Weaving myself out of a dark web of doubt and unbelief
And anchoring myself onto a tapestry of courage, kindness, honesty and wisdom
I am all woman cascading into greatness with diligence and perseverance
Need i say more that i am woman enough in all my glory?

Clay.

Stooping down, He picks up my lump and filters out unusable dirt
unafraid of getting messy hands, He waters me for moisture
Stretching and thumping at me intently with fixed eyes
He kneads on until i emerge a fine lump
i don’t think He should thump at me this hard
It’s too painful and unpleasant a process
Does He not feel my pain?
Help! i’m marred with a halfhearted sense of self
Forgive me for thinking out loud – I repent of such thoughts
I am at His mercy for being pliable clay
Rich in mineral nutrient and elastic enough for shaping out into an object
He props me up onto the spin disc and continues to work me inside out silently
I spin in circles as He carries on molding a shape whose use remain unknown to me still
In my suffering, i sit quietly like clay pressed beneath the seal as I’m robed into a new form
Almost finished i think to myself
Yet only the beginning as the Potter trims off my wild tendencies
Spreading out delicate canopied covering for my safety
He fires me in the kiln, drying out trapped moisture
Impressing beautiful prints upon my overlay like a skilled Craftsman
Behold my artsy and Masterful form
I love it – Who wouldn’t?
He lavishly dips me in multiple coats of glaze to seal me up
And readies me for a firing where I’m heated to perfection
Letting me cool off awhile, He kindles me yet again with more heat so my form is perfect
And what a Mastery He left on me!
Worthy of a prideful place on the Master’s chest of pearls.

A Tale of Tea

Selling tea of various types,
we each carry our wares round this marketplace called earth
moving about, hoping that our essence when steeped would give off a peculiar taste
A flavoured aroma of multiple outcomes

We, as distinct peoples are classed as true tea to the core,
carefully nurtured in relevant climes
Hand plucked and set before the tea Master for quality inspection
Some of us are steamed and dried, producing delicate profiles
Others are oxidized, fired and shaped to brew potent flavours

Yet, we must relish the array of flavours and the finesse of our delectable tea
The table has been set, pick your tea
Delight your taste even as you offer your best
The world is waiting!

Crossfire.

Riding in the dark of passed down core lies
We, humans believe what we would about another
Interlocking watered facts that obscure truths without sifting through ideas
Painstakingly judging the other
We speak our thoughts in inaudible whispers and call them “patterns”
While hinging it on the other’s background
We stand our ground and
cause unnecessary breaches in connections
On the defensive for a nonexistent trait
Yet, we  put the other person in unwarranted crossfire
Breaking down another’s self worth through myopic lenses just so we can measure up
Bewildering of us to seek forgiveness when we are found out
Rather than being authentic and honest with our prejudice from the onset.
We submit to the age-old truism that our world entails a spate of crossfire
You run through it if you must escape.

Unveiling

Lately i have had the courage to peep through the crevice of my heart
Hibernating long enough to catch a glimpse of the tightness that encapsulates my very being
Trying to reach a dead reckoning of the thoughts of anger, anxiety and resentment
That sprint through the vast expanse of my mind

I’m learning to unveil the weighty souvenirs of the life I’ve lived and living still
Instead of casting shadows over obvious truths and claiming synthetic peace
I’m learning to work out all the kinks of my heart
To pick up a light heart of grace,
Be able to soar in the highest heights of love and run free in the open spaces of peace

O! How easily i forget that the strength of character is not built in a day
How hastily i abandon my journey sometimes
Then i remember I’m only squinting in a fog, peering through the mist
And with holy determination i fix my gaze again even in dark pursuit
Hoping that dawn will break even as i journey on
And light will peel through the dark night leading me on into my most wholesome self
i am still unveiling.

Homecoming

Dread and fear fill the air
With the constant kneading of a pandemic
Elegantly christened, “Novel Coronavirus,
#COVID-19”
Unknown to science, it’s fangs remain unveiled
Yet installed, it denies the right to free movement
Standing strong, defying challenge
It deals undisputed death to young and old
With a constant threat on the Airwaves:
Or is it a plea to keep clean hands and
faith in such looming uncertainty?
Men, women and infants roost in their abode but submit to the spikes of hunger that seek them out even as palliatives promised remain undelivered
And what a witness; the triumph of massive structural shifts now afflict the daily realities of dwindling economies
Behold the rewards of Covid-19!
A return within to listen, learn and heal
A return to untimed rest
A return to oneself
A return to the Creator.

gods for sale!!

I want one,you want one
It keeps us connected to the outside world
Blue god, gold god, and three eyed god
We save, scheme and rob for these gods
We lie and play facades for status sake using these gods
gods for sale! gods for sale!
Who can say no
At all cost we purchase these sleek gods
and pay allegiance on a monthly or weekly basis
Yet it is we who have been sold times over a mere god
We who have given these gods wings in our own very hands
We, who can no more have conversations without the flash of screens in our faces
We who scroll through virtual timelines
and yet cannot sustain real friendships
We who post pictures for like-sake
Inflating esteem without depth of heart
gods for sale! gods for sale
New and more sleek versions chase us wildly
I have in my hand a blue god
fell for the yard sale five months ago
Guess you fell for it too since you’re here reading this.