Monday, December 12, 2011

One down, so much more to go...

Its been ages since i last wrote anything, it sucks though cos i really want to get back to that place of inspiration. Some fun stuff have been going on my life, for one i got into medical school and just got done with my first term, im so grateful. So in light of that, i moved to the UK for one year, its been over four months already, Phew! time sure flies, cos it was just yesterday when i had my friends escort me to the George Bush international airport onboard a BA flight enroute heathrow airport, London.

So yes, i am now a nerd, studying is my life, almost don't have time to do the things i love to do, whats that again? see i cant even remember what i like any more...but on a lighter note: i am on holiday from tomorrow, home to Nigeria and a coupla days in Ghana as well.....i feel very blessed that i get to enjoy all of this and to also say i am in second term of medical school

the jinx is broken, and now i have more time so i will be writting often....interesting topics coming soon. Cheerios y'all, plus countdown to Christmas....YAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Till later my friends.....

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The encounter at the tomb

The lamb of God he was
broken but yet precious
Soft spoken but his words brought life
In love he died so we have life

in time just as he said
with quakes and light he came
shutters torn apart like in a frenzy
Peace as promised brought

The prize he paid through shame and pain
inferior he became though superior he was
his hands tied and pierced by nails
our ransom paid through tears and praise

Our hearts Hallelujah sing
An echo of what his life was
Today a thunderous roar we raise
through the encounter at the tomb.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Blood that saves

The cross and the grave
The bondage of death
The sting, the pain
The ponderings of heart and minds

But he is lord
Yet he whined and winced they scorned,
Oh he bled …
The scars also remain

The flesh died, his descent
Voices of mourning and sorrow
But grace came in time
The spirit; his Ascension

He is awake, his tomb empty
Death gave him up
A reason to sing aloud
He is risen, yes he is risen

The power of the New Testament revealed
By his death, access granted
To the holy of holies we now enter
Bloodlike tears the penance.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A Choice or a Command?

So I wake up with Haddaway’s lyrics on my mind: “what is love? Baby don’t hurt me; don’t hurt me, no more”

And I could not help but ruminate on 1 Corinthians 13 and all the good stuff its postulates about love. I also found myself wincing at how much pettiness have been attributed and associated with this great verb as can be seen with its commercialization on February 14th. Love speaks volumes; it tells a story of selflessness, devotion and a commitment to a higher realm of expression that surpasses death. It is a place of total surrender to a command from God, who wasn’t shy about showing the extent of his love for us when he freely gave us his only Son to die, Yes to die.

Many a folk make sentiments and emotions synonymous with love, but Love transcends a feeling, its full display and disclosure is in our actions. Our brittle egos and prideful estates tell us we can’t show love until someone else shows it first, our corrupt society attaches parameters to the measure of love, when truly it’s the lust that guides and blinds our hearts that is been benchmarked; we miss out on the most grandiose and elating experience that our hearts and minds could ever fathom, because we are myopic in our view of life and its givings. Who are we that God is mindful of us, who are we that even in our distasteful states, he still cares and reaches out to us? The flowers, chocolates and diamonds are not significant enough to showcase this idiosyncrasy.

We bask in the euphoria of a tit-for –tat attitude; we are excited at the tot of getting paid for our services: be it an act of kindness, a smile or sharing an encouraging word at work or on the subway. Our lives are cluttered with thoughts of the trinity of man (me, myself and I), when in reality our outlook should be about the next person; our neighbor. What is it that brings a smile to our face when we lay our bodies and minds to rest at the end of a busy and tiresome day? For me I think about my actions and how it affected the next person, I wonder about how much relieve I bring the distressed folk as I go about my daily routine. Love does not have to be calculated, it does not need to be wrapped in red nicely decorated boxes, it is in the words we speak, it’s the cry of our heart that reaches out to the poor in our neighborhoods, the prisoners who are locked up in tiny cells and barricaded from the life outside their surroundings, the children who don’t know what it feels to be loved and haven’t heard those words from the people they cherish most because they are either away at war or tucked away in asylums or crack houses due to the poor choices they made as a result of the environment they found themselves. Love is giving of ourselves in all totality, it is the chord that binds people of all creed and works of life, it is the sensitivity that gives to another in their distress. Love is life.

And as we celebrate our loved ones today, let that same mind which was in Christ be in us, propelling us unto good works that would bring about a change in societal ideals and the way we relate with and to other people. Share the love people, Happy Valentine’s Day.

With a Big Smile from a cheerful heart,

Seleipiri Iboroma Akobo.