Beauty, God, Love

Here’s to the girls Queens.

“Many women have done wonderful things,
but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!”

-Proverbs 31:30 (The message translation).

 

Here’s to the girl—
Whose nose was constantly buried in the spine of a book,
the one who didn’t wear make-up to tempt some guy;
but wore it because it made her feel confident.
The one who didn’t ‘take-in’ her school uniform skirt just to get the attention of Wale Olu-Williams;
The one who would wake up each morning to say a prayer for the mean girls who teased her.
The girl who didn’t have a date to prom—
Not because she was not asked,
But because no boy at the time could adequately match the queen she catered for on the inside.

Here’s to the girl—
Who struggled with something,
Her weight, an eating disorder, her appearance—
The one who cried each night because she was called fat, ugly or unlovable
The one who eventually grew to realize she was a queen
The one who learnt queens came in different colors, shapes and sizes
Who would stare in the mirror and smile because she had overcome

Here’s to the girl—
Whose greatest canvas was her body and whose biggest brush was a needle—
The one who wasn’t understood,
They did not understand that her piercings and tattoos were a mere expression of the woman inside of her;
That her wardrobe, though lacking a skirt told the tales of her dependence on no man
Because she was both man and woman for herself
She was a modern day queen—
One ready to rule her kingdom without a king.

Here’s to the independent, young, career woman—
Embracing her feminity daily,
You are so strong—
Working 9 to 5 each day without complaint
Working hard and praying harder
The one who does not depend on some ‘bae, boo or baby’—
To buy her the things that her Father could not
The one holding her own—
Because she knows the men that have come her way would steal her focus from God.
The one acknowledging and enjoying the life she chose for herself.

Here’s to the single mother,
Who would give anything for her child—
The one who does not believe in mistakes,
But call every situation what it is—
A blessing.
Here’s to the stay at home mother,
We acknowledge that raising five kids is more tedious than any 9-5 job out there;
After five pregnancies, three of which were c sections—
You still look like the queen you did 15 years ago
To the strong and beautiful mother
Catering for each of her children’s specific needs

Here’s to the prayerful mother
The one leaving a legacy—
Who wakes at dawn to pray for her household
The one putting the needs of her children above her own
The one who taught her daughter that no man should ever make her ‘get on her knees’
The one who acknowledged that God was the only one to be knelt before
The one teaching her daughter to pray—
The one taking her daughter to Church
Braiding her hair and telling her everything will be alright
The true woman whose goal is to raise a true woman.

Most of all,
Here’s to every woman—
The ones who are and the ones who are trying to be;
A whole generation depends on you so don’t ever feel unimportant
You are so worthy, so strong, so beautiful, so smart
Your kind spirit is your crowning glory which will hold the heart of many kings
There is so much more to you than how you appear
God is on your side,
He’s working on you,
Your story isn’t over—
So don’t settle for mediocre,
He’s making you into a force to be reckoned with
He’s bringing you the right relationships
The ones that will glorify him
Get on your knees and pray, then get on your feet and chase your dreams
Don’t give up
You’d laugh about it in the end
Here’s to the Queen within you x

 

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: This post is not made to entail misandry but instead to glorify the woman.

Love, Tales

The other woman (1)

The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails,
And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere.

But…
The other woman will always cry herself to sleep,
The other woman will never have his love to keep,
And, as years go by…
The other woman will spend her real life alone.

– Nina Simone

Continue reading “The other woman (1)”

Love, poetry

Te acuerdas?

 “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”

                                                  -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Denola do you remember?

It was our first year in highschool, I was the round, chubby, quiet girl and you were the rebel in a sweater. You walked up to me one day and told me you liked me, that you thought I was beautiful. Denola do you know that was when I fell in love with you? but our personalities were so different, if you were the sun and I a planet, I would be the farthest one from your orbit. That is the reason why, for three years we ignored each other Denola, you never spoke to me and I was certain that you felt nothing for me.

 

Denola Do you remember?

We had gone to San Diego with a couple of friends for the summer, I couldn’t sleep that night, my boyfriend and I were having problems. What a coincidence it was, that you couldn’t sleep either. I was walking around the hotel where we stayed and found you sitting under the stairs. It’s been many years now, but the memories of what we talked about still make me smile. I fell in love with your personality once again. Your words, your laugh and your boisterous confidence, they overwhelmed me and I couldn’t imagine myself being with anyone other than you. But there was one problem Denola, I was with someone who wasn’t you.

 

Denola do you remember?

It took you three years to admit what you wanted, but Denola don’t you think that was too late? I had a boyfriend you know? He was great. But you came into my life once again. You made me question reality and pulled me into your life of F Scott Fitzgerald, Maya Angelou and all the wonderful writers who made your eyes glisten when you spoke. I had realized, that I would drop everything and anything for you.

 

Denola do you remember?

It was a rainy Saturday night and you took me to go see a movie. You held my hand at the back of the cinema and you told me you loved me for the first time. Im sorry Denola, but I was just a girl and you were matured far beyond your years, I was scared Denola, and that is why I walked away asking “can you hear yourself?”. Till today Denola, I regret uttering those words. If I could take them back, I would. But Denola, it is what it is.

 

Denola do you remember?

Our first kiss Denola, the seasons changed, it was late at night and both of us walked the hallways, we held hands and you sang ‘I want crazy’ by Hunter Hayes which I forced you to learn, I will never forget how terrible your voice sounded, you were hitting all the wrong notes but it made me feel ontop of the world. Suddenly, you stopped me and held me in your arms—and then you kissed me.

 

Denola do you remember?

All those evenings we spent walking aimlessly on the street, my hand in yours, talking about everything and nothing. They were the most amazing moments. I felt safe, and for a long time, I would look forward to those walks.

 

Denola I don’t think you remember this……

Because you never saw it. Denola she was my friend! You had changed Denola, although still the beautiful misfit I fell in love with, you had picked up traits from the boys you used to hang with. Denola you had become like them, you had started to want everything other boys wanted. The moment I realized that Denola, I cried, because I was thankful I got out while I still could.

 

Do you know Denola?

You influenced me in ways I never thought possible, you taught me to love the beautiful things of the world, the places, the people, the music. I began to write, I began to listen to good music, I began to read, I had become a free force of nature, sampling the wonders of life. You taught me passion, you showed me intense emotion. Love, Happiness, even pain. You taught me to embrace it. And so I did.

 

Do you know Denola?

That you are my yard stick, the unit in which I have measured all my other lovers. I can not say all my relationships after you had been rosy, but I do know using you as my yardstick has definitely thinned the herd. A lot of them never understood me the way you did, they never made the effort. They did not understand that I didn’t want good, I didn’t want good enough, they couldn’t understand I wanted that ‘can’t sleep, can’t breathe without you love’. A lot of them didn’t have the depth that you did.

 

Denola do you ever wonder?

What if we had met years later, I mean way later. When I had become a woman, old enough to reciprocate the kind of love you showed me. When we could shut the world out and just be us.

But look how far we’ve come Denola, I still call you, whenever I get my heartbroken by just another guy, and you always tell me “If I ever meet the bloody idiot, I will kill him” . You listen to me rant for hours about how he didn’t do this, or did that and then you would tell me that I deserved better. Yes, Denola, we do, that is why, we beat on, boats against the current, in search of our own greater perhaps.

 

art, Love, poetry

xx

Endi stared out from her overpriced college dorm room, she had cried so much she had no more tears in her, so she just stared. Jon Bellion played loudly from her laptop and her neighbors had yelled “Turn down the volume Endi!” but she didn’t care. Her whole world had been unraveled before her eyes yesterday.

She told her self she was never going to leave her room ever again. Then her phone rang. Nkem, her friend called but she just let it ring, getting used to the rhythmic iPhone ringtone.

 

 

The seven am alarm rang and Endi opened her eyes. For a brief moment she was at peace, not recalling the events of the past two days. But then suddenly it hit her, she realized she had slept off on the ground clutching his old dog tag to her chest. She checked her phone and found three voice mails; one from her mom, one from Nkem and one from Osi her other friend. She wasn’t going to call anyone back, she needed more time alone —and then she saw a text from Ore which she replied:

xx

 

And so she sat there and she screamed and she cried for hours.  She picked up her phone so many times in an attempt to text him, to beg him to take her back but each time, she found a reason not to.

She knew this cycle would not end, so she deleted his number, unfollowed him on social media and cried some more. She re-read their last conversation for the fiftieth time, hoping she miss read it. “It’s over.” She kept on reading that part as if it was going to change. But deep down she knew they were done for good this time.

 

By noon she was numb once again, she told herself he had left because she was not as beautiful as other girls, couldn’t do the things other girls could, she had somehow managed to convince herself that she was a lesser person, that she was broken, damaged and unlovable—and that was the reason he left, she began to tell herself that she was lucky he even stayed for as long as he did, that he put up with her bullshit for over a year but time had ran its course and her fairytale had come to an end.

 

Several lonely hours had passed and it was evening now, she had gotten tired of crying, she hadn’t eaten in nearly two days and she felt like she was falling ill, as she stared into the darkness she realized feeling sorry for herself wasn’t going to do her any good. So she took his dog tag and locked it somewhere she wouldn’t be tempted to look for it—then she did something she hadn’t done in a while. She got on her knees and talked to God. She cried to him, begged him, to make her forget her pain, to help her grow into the woman she desired to be. One who would grow in Christ, who would live a happy life, with no regrets.  And then she realized he left because he couldn’t understand that she was this enigmatic, dynamic whirlwind that just couldn’t be understood, she always had several strong emotions that rolled up into her personality and not everyone could handle that and that was fine– it was then she knew that she would be fine, maybe not that day, but eventually she would be okay.

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A piece by Ekpeju Ogbemi.

art, God, Love, poetry

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I’ve loved and I’ve lost,

I looked beyond the pines,

I thought I had, I thought I was full,

But that was just an illusion.

Brought about by my selfish thoughts,

I guess I wasn’t as good as I thought,

I guess life after all wasn’t a bed of roses but a long chain of challenges, an unbreakable cycle.

—–

I wanted to be more,

I wanted more,

But it was never enough,

It’s never enough,

For the more you get, the more you want and the more you need.

I used every rule, every trick, in the book of life and yet it wasn’t enough, I wasn’t able to control it, I lost myself, I lost it.

—–

I found hope though in the smallest parts of my humanity,

In the thought of making heaven,

In the thought of being with you,

In the thought of finding myself,

In That single thought, I found hope,

I found my self,

And with my last breath, I’ll hold on to it.

I will.
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God, Love

What happens when someone hurts you? 

Hey there! Here’s an insightful  post on a topic that’s actually bothered me for a while, written by Temitope Omotosho.
There’s no doubt about it… one way or another we have been hurt by people close to us or random people we meet each day.
I can recall when I was deeply hurt by someone close to me and I just felt like distancing myself from the person or thinking up ways to get back at the person… to get my revenge.
But God didn’t let me. He made me understand that He has forgiven me of my sins on numerous occasions and He expects me to do the same to others that hurt me.
Honestly, forgiveness was not an easy feat. But I did.
We must all realise that as humans, we aren’t perfect. We all have our flaws and imperfections but does that make us any less lovable to God? God hates our sins but not us. He said in His Word that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us. He had already forgiven us of our sins. But we find it hard forgiving those who offend us.

Be gentle and forbearing with one another and, if one has a difference (a grievance or complaint) against another, readily pardoning each other; even as the Lord has [freely] forgiven you, so must you also [forgive]. – Colossians 3:13 AMPC

I have recently just really sat down to watch Passion of Christ. I remember, as shown in the movie, that when Jesus was led to being crucified and up till His crucifixion, they showed simultaneously when He spoke to others about loving our enemies and all. Jesus did as He had taught and showed us that great example, which we are to follow.
But you may say He’s Jesus and had the power and gracs to forgive and you aren’t like Him. How can we forgive when we hurt so much?
We may not be perfect but then we aim to be like Christ. Getting angry or holding grudges against someone that hurt us won’t help matters or do us any good. It would only make us grow bitter towards that person. We all know doing that is a sin against God.

Matthew 5:23-24 KJV, “23 Therefore if thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath ought against thee; 24 Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way; first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift.”

If we have a grudge against anyone we must settle it with them first before bringing an offering to God that He would accept. It means God is in full support of reconciliation/forgiveness no matter what the person has done!
And also,

Mark 12:31 KJV, And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.

You should love your neighbor and also do to others what you would like them to do for you. What if you were the one who offended your friend and did what they did to you; wouldn’t you want to be forgiven?
I’m sure you would.
So back to my question: how can we forgive when we hurt so much?

By praying for those who have offended us. I don’t mean you should pray for them to die or for evil to jump back on their heads or something. No. I mean pray for them to get better. Pray for them to become more like Christ. Pray for them to be saved (if they aren’t already). In other words, pray what you would want another person you have hurt to pray for you.
It may start off difficult at first but ask for God’s grace to help you forgive.
Jesus prayed for those who hurt Him. I believe we can do that as well.

Luke 23:33-34, “33 And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. 34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.”

Who knows, God may be using this experience to grow you into becoming more like or to enable you show love to them in a way they never thought possible.

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Love, poetry

Simple et Doux.

Simple and Sweet:                                                                                                                                                    She’s the definition of beautiful,
Her smile sophisticated yet simple,
The sweet smell of her hair,
Glitter in her eyes.

Nothing compares to the feel of her lips on mine,
The magic she brought with her wherever she went,
Being able to attract the attention of everyone and everything around.
And so I ask myself, “is this normal ?”
“Does she know what she does to me ?”

Feeling this way,
Oh! what a blessing and a curse to feel so much,
I could never explain it.

She is like the feeling you get when reading a good book.

A good romantic book.

But, She’s more,
Oh, She’s more.

She’s simple..

Simple and sweet

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