For a while now I have been making notes ofΒ Sunday sermons from my church, which I have either been able to attend or listen in on. Up until yesterday I had sent some of these notes to friends after church, through texts and other forms of messengers.
Today however, I decided “why not just create a site where you can post these wonderful teachings, in order to bless the minds of not just the familiar but the unfamiliar alike?”. So here it is! I pray that you will be spiritually moved in some small way by these abstracts of mine, courtesy of sermons from Daystar Christian Centre, Lagos, Nigeria.
PS- This blog was inspired by fellow bloggers such as Deb Feller, Paulette’s BlogΒ and Ben Nelson who have knowingly or unknowingly challenged me to becoming a tool in the hands of THE ONE whom I serve, not just in my being but with the little talent I possess.
I thank God for this blog; I thank Him for you all and I pray that this post makes Him smile just a little wider π
(O yeah! PLEASE give me till the end of the week! I should have my previous notes up by then, and from there the journey continues with other Sundays to come… God willing)
Leave her earrings on the bed they’ve already been seen… don’t even try to justify, I’ll only kick and scream!
Yo hungry ass is full of grass this shit you talk ain’t gon’pass So pack yo bags at least for tonight, stay another moment, and you’re in for a fight!
How dare you tell me this ain’t right?! I’m not the one screwing a ho with slippery fingers! confusing ma home for hers using ma bed as a dresser!
O ‘n’ this AIN’T the first time I seen! she knows I know, coz lately she left me her VS-panties Its the silence she cain’t stand wanting me to come FIGHT for ma man!
But see, what she don’t understand is a Queen ALWAYSΒ knows where she stands I am the madam; she is the maid I get home to love and respect; her scanky ass gets laid!
So run along to yo little girlfrien’ and feel free to tell’er all I said and when the shit you’ve pulled, you realize THEN crawl on back home and apologize!
Is that you staring back at me sitting still, winking feverishly pining for me to come to you a shudder and a buzz and more winking too
Is that you, hard to the touch To hold you, how it reveals so much as fingers caress you give such pleasure your response as I tease the moment’s treasure
Is that you, contesting for my attention as you shudder, buzz and wink at my mention I hate how you make an addict out of me other things to do but NO, you want me now and as you call for me I cower
Just the perfect fit In my palm as you sit loving me as I chat and I twit Not caring how I’ve man handled you to shit Knowing that should I run you down, I’ll get another kit
When in love, fearlessly express your love in a variety of ways. Never worry about what others might say or think. Always speak the truth that lies in your heart.
When in love, gather all your courage with both hands, and feel free to beat up your man, or chase him around the village square as Ntsame Minlame did in Daniel Mengaraβs Mema, at the end of the chase, you can always dramatically end the scene by using your machete on yourself, what better way to demonstrate the term βcrazy in loveβ.
Continue to love selflessly a person who has demonstrated countless times, the inability to reciprocate your love, a person who does not in any way deserve your love or friendship, when in love, you are allowed major acts of stupidity and great foolishness, after all, it is only fools who love.
So tickled, I giggled… You never forget your first time, Amazed, Amused, Confused, Contrite In my arms rested a masterpiece.
Lips, hips, fingertips temporarily paused, So this is what it feels like? What’s that in my eye? A tear drop?!
Hush child… You deserve it.
Blush-sunset-silk-lush-tendrils-midnight-orchestra-milk-leather-tissue… Not quite adequate… I’m lost…. for words.
So I reach out, I touch, Feel, Experience, Smooth, Coarse, Receptive, Rejective I drink in; my eyes wide open slits, I taste the sweetness in my soul & the saltiness of my tears.
Hush child…. You are worth it.
Blooming & blossoming, Polka dots & stripes, Twinkles & jingles, All things bright and beautiful,
I’m in the spotlight, Twirling & laughing, The sunlight is happy, The breeze is clapping,
A girl once moved by a bouquet, A woman knowing she’s a well tended garden.
Hush child…. You are just right.
By: Davida Echetabu
Davida Echetabu
I just love pieces like this one! You read it and can draw from it various interpretations… more like an open cheque for the imaginative mind π
Totally loved it Davida! ….I hope YOU did too dear reader! π
I watched his lips part As I clung to his every word In the sweet essence of presence Swooning at his mercy My eyes grow heavy In betrayal too soon, dims
My heart drums up uneven beats And I rumble into an ecstatic dance My blood’s on a fiery course Sweat breaks out on every pore Yes, the world’s beneath my feet! As my spirit sets to soar, I must be Alice
Shhh! Suddenly sublime The crescendo comes to a screeching halt “No! Please stay” I cry And like a million others I wake. Is this it? Did you feel it too? I search Hesitant, yearning I rise from my kowtow.
Was thatΒ you Lord, I ask? An incoherent whisper, “Maybe next Sunday I hear, Just maybe Alice dear…”
By: Queen Ewere
Hello πΒ
Its that time again so please join me in giving a big welcome to my newest feature, Queen Ewere π
I read this piece off of her phone yesterday and it moved me. Its seemed like a verse out of songs of Solomon… you know, romantic yet spiritual. To me it portrayed a sort of spiritual ecstasy. What’s your view? π
Anyway, thank you Q.E for allowing me share such a wonderful poem, and thank you reader for stopping by! π
Festival King 