Life...

Our Minds a storage

Our exhibits, its garbage or gold

The decision, a choice to make

The effects; glaring or oh so subtle

We smile at dawn

But at dusk our weakness and pain envelop us

Accolades to our names,

But a void so dark and deep

Nothing to the rescue, we are pushed farther and farther to an abyss

Our emotions a labyrinth, a mess; we want change, but how?

We are beaten to shreds by all, even ourselves

We have lost the bedrock of our existence; our core so translucent, yet no one can see

We cry out for help: we scream and reel in anguish

But no, no one can hear, no one to help; not even ourselves

We rescind in disappointment, we hope that someone will notice

We give in to pressures, debilitating pressures that cause our decay

We hurt ourselves even further, but at the time our minds play a trick on us

This feels good

Yes! it felt so good; so we forgot

We forget the dire consequences; we lose our inhibition, our ability to say NO!

We lose our talent, our footing even our love and passion

In the face of nothing, we lose everything

And then we fight endlessly, year in year out

To undo what we started; the destruction we carved out in ignorance

And all the while it seemed like it would work until the final fight.

It is dark, it is loud, such heaviness unexplainable:

A balance sought but my flocculonodular lobe was gone

I see the light, I hear my name

I try, I really try to awaken, but it’s too late

I lost, in the battle for my life

For my sanity; for my everything

I lost. Now it’s all over and I wish I could have my life back

To change it all from the beginning:

The destruction I carved in ignorance: the oxymoron I call life.

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.....
Selakobs:)

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.

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.

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.

Who is Your GOD?

I sit at work pondering over the events unfolding in my life the last couple of days and weeks, pretty disheartening and hurtful i must say, but in the midst of it all, all i have been able to say is: "Lord show me what route to take and where to go". I broke down on sunday in Gods presence with so many questions as to the reality of his purpose for my life and how I in my present state could achieve it all. I like moses had too many reasons to give why im not good enough and equipped for the task he has placed in front of me. Like Moses, Jacob,David and Saul, i have too many flaws:Anger and Pride being two of many. I was at a place were doubt overtook my ability to seek Gods face, or trust his ability to come through for me at his time.
I waded through storms by his strength, but i was too stuck up in my head to remember to thank him for the little victories, cos thats how they seemed. My eyes were fixed on the "Big things"; they meant the world to me and would make me fulfilled and able to live my life and destiny as purposed by God, or so i thought.

However, i was in for a rude awakening, i felt the rug under my feet dessipating quicker than sand dunes in the desert. My gods, the things and persons that took my attention away from God, my tower of refuge and feeling of security and safety soon turned out to be my worst nghtmares. Reality struck, i was all by myself, in the cold i must say, circumstances changed so fast, i couldnt even catch my breath, i did not see it coming, i was blindsided, i was in a delusional state, my head hurt, my heart palpitated, the rush was so hard to handle i was dying in myself. I have suddenly become a recluse, a sadow of my former self. I have lost the ability to focus, anxiety and depression are the order of the day for me. I bask in the doldrums of darkness, a place of no return or so i thought at the time.

And then the light comes on, and shines through to the deepest core of my existence, i am once again reminded of the reason i am where i was, i had given up looking at God as my source of inspiration and strength and life. My focus was stayed on stuff, they became my god. But how could i give honor to mere things, to things who could not hear me nor come to my rescue when i needed them. They occupied Gods place in my life, thus not leaving room for God to attempt to help me. How do you fill an already filled vessel? The clutter existed and thus God could not come in.

You shall not worship them or serve them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God” (Exodus 20:4-5)

I am the LORD; that is my name! I will not give my glory to another or my praise to idols( Isaiah 42:8)

With the realization came a resolve to change things, I had to declutter my life and let God in,I had to repent for bowing to the idols in my life and surrender afresh to Gods Sovereignty over my life. I learnt anew the consequencies of giving Gods glory to other gods. Now i turned a new leaf, i now am fully enjoying his presence where he and he alone is GOD, and im renewed with fresh oil, my countenance is full of vigor and my focus is returned. I no longer tread paths of confusion and terror but am sure of where i am knowing his thoughts for me are good to bring me to an expected end.

So many people like me treaded this same path, they gave Gods own to other idols, they turned their face to other things and put their faith and belief in things that could have ruined them. But his grace is sufficient and he would take you back if only you ask for forgiveness and are willing to let go of them gods, and choose him today. So many people wonder in their hearts that they have probably gone too far for GOD to show them mercy but its his word: "As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us "(psalm 103:12). Its never too late to surrender to his lordship and make him GOD over your life.
For me and for everything that i represent, Jehovah is my GOD.

Relief

I work tirelessly
My Head on the trail
my attitude strung wirelessly
never a break in transmission

My eyes fixed on a goal
Full control over my toil
Mind, body and soul
Together, an insurmountable host.

Tough as it may,
My gumption ever reflecting
My dreams illuminate the doubts
Always standing encouraged

The weakness dessipates
focus returns, my sight re-fixed
like an eagle I soar
the resistance becomes my strength.