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The Cocoon…

Sitting right here in this spot can be soooo frustrating. Just sitting here and watching the beautiful things of life  pass me by. I look around my little cold, dark  brown shell of a home and wonder how I got stuck here in the first place.

Oh God why?? Why did you have to put me here?? Why not there?…I cry out in sheer frustration..

 

Sorry for being so emotional.

Let me introduce myself formally.

I am one who is disliked by everyone who knows me…nah…sees me. I really doubt if anyone knows me. I have no beauty inside nor do I have anything that attracts anyone to me. I never get what I want and can only hope things would get better. From the look of things, they never will.

I turn to God in search of answers as I have no one to ask my questions…and eventually end up in the midst of my tears with the little relief I derive from pouring out the contents of my soul…well, until it fills up again.

Time seems to crawl by. Not like I move any faster anyway.

Seconds seem like hours. Hours, hmmm…feel like years.

Weeks feel like…centuries forever.

Looking at all the beauty and success stories around me bring me down, as much as I rejoice with them. Truly, I do rejoice in me. It’s just that I look up and see the rain clouds of self pity that hang visibly over me every second I breathe.

I look longingly at a butterfly flutter by.

Sigh.

She’s sooo pretty. And graceful too!

If I could be half as beautiful…

No I can’t.

God, if only I could fly.

Fl…?? I chuckle silently. Pigs would definitely do that first.

And there I feel it all coming up again. Bursting into tears, I roll up into my ball of comfort and sob myself to sleep… as always.

#WHAM!!!!#

I could have sworn two planets had collided right over my head… I turn around and peeping through the cracks in my wall, expecting to see what Pluto looked like,  I see the last pieces of the pretty butterfly I envied so much being gobbled up by a strange creature.

“God!!! This is so not fair!!”,  I mumbled as I shook where I lay. Everything seemed so right and perfect with her.

And quietly, I thanked God that I was all curled up when it happened. That could have been me.

Time passes.

More time passes..

Forever seems to pass too..

I got to learn pretty fast that I since I can’t explain how I got here in the first place, I probably can’t explain what the future holds…and day by day, I learn to console myself with these words.

I look on as brightly coloured butterflies fly by each day, and somehow today forgetting my own words of consolation, I cried so hard I shook and fell.

This is my end I said to myself as I fell through the leaves and branches…what more could happen to me than this??

And as I heaved a sigh I assumed to be my last, I felt myself explode into a bundle of colours.

What is happening to…Goodness gracious!!!

I CAN FLY!!

GNT Matthew 6:30It is God who clothes the wild grass – grass that is here today and gone tomorrow, burned up in the oven. Won’t he be all the more sure to clothe you? What little faith you have!!!

I have been there, and I know I would have to read this out to myself someday. But to you, head hung low in depression thinking you would never achieve your dreams, thinking the worst that could happen has happened, and you’re tossed through the storms of life, take a look around at the very things around you…and I hope you would see hope in every storm, and strength in every trial.

I have lost friends and people that had way more than I have now. I have life.

This is dedicated to God, for keeping me through till now, and to everybody who would read it.

Larva

I look closely at a yellow dotted leaf as I flutter past a tree with Nadia by my side, and silently pray for patience and understanding from God for our little ones as they go through that stage in life…

And yeah…that they get to have her my pretty colours too!!!

#wink#

Nadia

©Bomboy 2013

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#Streeeeeeetch#

I’m doing this for me. Yep, for me.

To prove a point to all those who sat on their flat behinds and watched me crawl through the dirt of emotions and laughed at my shaky legs as I tried to rise to my feet again. To those who spoke negatively and wished I had remained on my fours…but hey, on second thoughts, THANKS!!! You have all taught me how to pick myself up…how to fight and be brave…how to hold my head high through negativity… how to wipe my tears on my shirt, bind my own wounds and proudly wear both around with a smile on my face. I thought you were hurting and uncaring, but you’ve turned out to be my greatest source of motivation! I thank you now…because it’s the only time I would get to thank you.

Also I do this for my mother. In payment for all the sacrifices she’s made for me to do this. Vivid memories of how in my lowest of moods I still found joy to mount that stage just to let her know how thankful I was to have her and how to me, she was the only person in that hall. I owe you more.
Much more.
I’d stop here.
A new life starts now, and as I set my goals and targets, I pray that God would keep us all safe under His wings as he takes us through yet another chapter in our book of testimonies. Greater things lie ahead of us…
God IS with us.

So hey, I’m back on my feet and getting ready for my second flight. I have a better view of the terrain and obstacles along the way. I have learnt to keep in contact with God, who’s the Air Traffic Controller of my life, my broken bones have healed now and I hear them snap as they fall in place with the stretching of my wings. The sky’s bright and clear and I just can’t wait to test these new wings of mine. The resting period I spent nesting and nursing is over…

Sit back and enjoy the thrill of my take off!!!
determined

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So my dearies…if you find yourself in a cocoon and you feel like there’s nothing more to it than the dark brown dusty shell you’re in at the moment, trust me you’re in for a shocker! Keep doing what you do best, keep doing it…DON’T STOP!!! Don’t be discouraged that you’re standing still compared to the speeds you were hitting when you were a caterpillar…
Trust me, it’s just a season..
I promise you, you would be surprised at how high and fast you’d fly!

butterfly

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Storms of life…

Storms of life…

Storms of life…

13 October 2013

03:46 AM

Ok. So I got woken up at 3:00am on Sunday morning by a friend. A friend who was in need of help. Honestly, if not for the pee that woke me up a few minutes earlier, I might not have picked the call just so I could complete my 8 hours weekend sleep. And yes, I slept in the afternoon too.

Woke up to a call of someone who was at a point I could only imagine. At a traffic light with all the lights blinking at the same time.

 

Confused…

Depressed..

Hopeless.

Through the tears that rocked through her voice, she explained she had done all possible things every Christian should have done, and honestly, I could to an extent, agree with her.

We take too many things for granted…God have mercy on us.

People hurt deep inside.

Through the smiles and cheer on Sundays, lies a cloudy, turbulent storm in hearts.

As Christians, are we building ourselves in unity or we’ve joined the mad rush for drama and attention in the church? What are our priorities? I could only pray for the Holy Spirit to minister to her at that point of need…a point only visible between herself and God.

In the midst of storms, what do we do?

Where do we go when we have no place to go?

Who do we talk to in the silence of our hearts?

Who do we lean on when the pillars of our lives rock with our sobs and the weight of our burdens?

Searching through the Bible, I stumbled upon a passage that answered every question.

Rom 8:38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Rom 8:39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

God owns the maps of our lives. We never know where we are going without a map of some sort. He alone can console us in times of depression and sorrow.

He sees where we are coming from…

He knows where we are going to..

He sees what’s going on with us now.

Let’s take off the masks of religion from our faces…the dance steps, the luxury, the attention, the “holy attitudes”, and minister to lives of people God puts in our paths.

If it’s the only thing we can do as Christians, let’s do it and do it well.

I never got the chance to complete the sleep anyway because I felt there were moooore people in the world that couldn’t sleep because of different reasons, and I was simply selfish in my gluttony for sleep.

Personally that night, I learnt to love all the people in my life…and I learnt to trust God for my own life.

Let’s make a change in our darkening world. Trust me, it might not get any brighter than it is now.

I’m not perfect, but I’m trusting God every day for His guidance and mercy.

Remember, smiles do not reflect happiness and fullness of joy…look deeper into those eyes again and let God speak to you.

Remain blessed.

NB: A friend also pulled me out of a situation similar to that just two days ago. A friend I had met only once in my life. He made me realize there were more people in this world that needed more from us though we didn’t have enough ourselves. And between both of us, I’d say he gave me the strength to encourage another soul tonight.

Bomboy © Copyright 2013

 
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Addictions (2)

Addictions (2)

Addictions (2).

You feel the desire grow steadily in you…knowing you want it so bad. For a split second you feel like you must get it at all costs, without which you wouldn’t be sane. All the negative effects and consequences are brushed away consciously as you do not want anything to hinder the sensation you feel. Your body begins to respond in ways that are new to you, and sometimes uncontrollable. Then all of a sudden, you reach that point where everything around you and everything you see begins to someway, somehow relate to the strong desire already welled up in you. Every effort to withdraw yourself from quickly gives way to the increase in your heartbeat. You know you said you weren’t going to fall for it again, but here you are ready to damn the consequences and just get it over and done with. At this stage, there is an ongoing war in your head. You know exactly who stands where through the audible interactions of both parties in your head. There’s a gentle voice reminding you of all the promises you made, or probably the repercussions of that unholy action. Yes, unholy because your mind is divided in making a simple decision in saying no to a strong desire. This desire could come in many forms, and of course differ among people. It is a highly classified and protected document containing the schematic of each individual. It attacks individuals at their lowest levels of awareness, and definitely at their weakest points. It is amazing to know exactly how the flesh responds to certain desires and the measures it would take to ensure it gets what it wants, regardless of the circumstances around the individual in question. It leads one to make rash and unreasonable and regrettable decisions. The battle that goes on in the mind is equally fierce, and cannot be fought off easily without the help of God. Even in the presence of God and spirituality an addiction poses a stubborn rival. First and foremost is what an addiction is…being uncontrollably dependent on something – anything at all. It has basic symptoms such as loss of control of want over that particular thing, slowly building over time, with an increasing quantity or frequency of use of it, until it becomes authoritative, demanding when it should be used or performed. It could be as serious as drug addiction to as seemingly minute as television addiction. Secondly, it brings no positive value or addition to one’s present state of well-being. It is designed to drain you morally, spiritually, financially, and in any other ways possible, thereby making it an indispensable tool in the hands of the devil, as he uses it to reduce the potency of Christians before moving in for the final kill. The feeling of guilt, remorse and temporary immediate feeling of repentance are its common departing attributes. It is often said that one can never understand the true power of being addicted until one is actually addicted, which I personally endorse as being true. It really is never as simple as just looking away, and sometimes, after enjoying or devouring the object of addiction in question, one may openly regret and wish one hadn’t ventured into it at all. The same monotonous cycle of the addictive act can go on repeatedly, leaving the user confused at why he fell for the same bait twice or more over and dejected at the thought of being exactly where he was emotionally as at the last time he fell for the same bait. At this stage, it gives room for the next deteriorating element, low self-esteem or depression. This process keeps on reproducing like a malignant cell of destruction with a nucleus of sin and filth, giving rise to other unpleasant traits and behaviours, leaving us poorer than the proverbial prodigal son, and with the aid of guilt and pride, eventually lead to death.

Beware.

Psalm 51, The Holy Bible.
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Addictions…

Addictions…

I screamed, kicking furiously at the air around me. ”Leave me alone!”. I burst into tears. What do you want from me?? I’ve given you everything you’ve demanded from me, why are you still after me? In response I heard the eerie but familiar jingle of the shackles as he drew near. My energy was gone. I knew exactly what he was going to say. I could actually recite what would happen in the next couple of hours. Sadly, but yet again I felt relief as he whispered those same old lines in my ears. A little voice in my head told me i had been here before…nothing was new, nothing was going to change. But all too soon, the voice turned into a drone as the drums in my head and the beat of my heart, along with the voices cheering me on forced me once again to dance to a beat I once regretted.

I threw my head back in defeat, partially in relief from all the heat of the drumbeat and glad I’d earned myself a few minutes of peace as i opened my palms for the usual ritual. He placed a toffee in my left hand and the heavy shackles in my right. I knew what to do…I had done this over and over. I sucked happily on my new found source of excitement…the same toffee I sucked on every time I attempted to escape. Yes, the very cause of my captivity, as I with the other hand secured myself with the heavy shackles.

I followed him back down the way I once ran with hope in my heart and my eyes fixed on the light that once lay ahead. Now all I see are shiny toffee wrappers, shackles and dried bones of people who never got the chance to break free.

Ah! There it is! The punishment room. I never really got to hear anybody call the little room by any specific name, but everything that went on in that room happened to people who tried to escape, and it gave them nothing but testimonies of pain and agony.

”I deserve it…I deserve it” I chanted as one bound with a spell as torture upon torture was meted out to me. The peak of this was the haunting playback of the effort put in by my friend to aid this yet again failed escape. And as I closed my eyes, the darkness and chill filled the room. I knew i was doomed.

”God help me” I whispered under my shaking breath. And suddenly the room was filled with cries of ”Traitor, Traitor”, initializing the painful videos of how close I was to the light before I turned back.

”I don’t like this place, please let me go” I called out to him, with tears running down my face as the shiny toffee wrapper strangely was blown by a wind to the door of my cell. That told me in inaudible words, where my fate lay.

Time seemed to crawl by. It seemed like I had spent years in here already. The smell, the sounds, the torture, the guilt. I felt, like so many times before that I was going to die…

Then suddenly, in the midst of all the mess, the light shone again. Yes! It was the same one that made the shadows disappear, bringing unspeakable joy and hope into my heart. The very one that showed me the way out of the maze I was trapped in to the place of escape…the very one that silenced the voices in my head and gave me a reason to raise my head in confidence again. My Friend had come back for me as he said he would! The shackles and weights on me dropped like wax and my soul was as light as a feather. I was free!!!!

Walking out of the maze with full confidence and visuals, in the light that surrounded us and filled the room, I couldn’t help but notice the dirty, filthy rags that enveloped my the toffees I loved sooooo much.

”And if the Son therefore sets you free, you shall be free indeed”

John 8:36  The Holy Bible.

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The Lover…

The Lover…

I love you.

I love you so much it hurts.

I find so much joy with you by my side.

I’m willing to go any length just because of you.

I feel so much pride knowing you’re mine…telling all who care to know how much I gave up just to have you with me…

Call me a jealous lover…cause I know I am.

 

I watch you sleep every night

Looking at you with longing eyes

Hoping you’d turn and see the love in my eyes

Hoping you’d tell me about your day

What you did…didn’t do…shulda done

Who said what…where you went…what you saw

What you ate…who your friends are…what you plan to do

What made you smile…what made you laugh

What made you sad…what made you cry.

But all I get, like other nights gone by

Is another cold, heart-wrenching hush as I talk to you

And this, like other nights, is what I go through.

 

I watch you wake up

Hoping you’d tell me about your night

Hoping you’d thank me for staying up all night

Hoping you’d tell me how you love the morning sun

But you hurriedly take glances at the clock

And once again, as you run out, I feel the shock

 

Everything you have is mine

Everything you seek, I can give

Everything you say, I hear

Everything you don’t say, I know

Everything that happens to and around you, I know

Why do you keep on running away from me?

Why don’t you talk to me?

You don’t even want to hear my name!

Why are you so ashamed to call me your love in return?

What have I not done to make you comfortable and happy?

I went much farther than the ones that claim to give you what I have given you already…

Through the hurt, through the shame…

I had you in mind as my bride…the real reason why I came

Every single time you get hurt and come running back, have I for once pushed you away?

And yet, as soon as you get a little more strength, you go right to the same one that caused you so much pain…

Only to repeat the cycle again.

I look on helplessly with love and jealousy in my heart

As you seem so happy in your walk through the minefield

My heart torn apart in bits as it beats faster with every step you take

Hoping you’d hear my voice and come back to me

 

I paid so much to have you

So much…so much you can’t imagine

I do so much to keep you from harm

I put all things that please you in place

Just to see that smile light up your face

I keep all things dear to your heart close to mine

Al because I want to see that glow on your face every day…just like the sunshine

I could have let you go on that day, but the scales were just not in balance

I couldn’t trade you for anything…not even the authority I was to give up.

 

 

All I want is to know you love me

To hear you talk to me and tell me all you care about

I’m never tired of hearing you speak

A little whisper of thanks

Hear you chat excitedly about me to your friends

To feel you heartbeat quicken as you think of me

To spend a moment to think of me

I am the one who can give you all things in perfection

Love, peace, happiness and affection

A perfect picture of your future

Our future

Is this too much to ask my love?

Bomboy © Copyright 2012

 

 

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The Signboard…

The Signboard…

I stand in everyone’s midst
All gaze at me as they pass by.
Some stop to resolve their doubts with me.
Leaving happily, glad they know now where to go

I stand here through the day, the sun, the rain, the night
Helping people all around me find their way home.
I am important, I am vital, and they need me…
They can’t do without me, I believe.
I am a compass, indispensable through the stormy night.
I am a sign, bright and colourful, bringing smiles to the faces of lost and weary travelers

But they leave me where I stand.
Their joyful cheers and laughter go with them
The silence is surreal
And emptiness surrounds me like a cloak.

I have come to realize that where I stand is my home.
And all I had in me has been taken
With nothing given in return.
Except for the distant reflection of their brake lights,
Dimming as they happily head home

Day after day,I stand where I stand.
Helping others get to their destination.
Until Authority decides I no longer guide them home..
As they which journey
Have arrived.

And I, I am just a Signboard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bible says,”Let he who thinks he stands take heed, lest he fall”

Dedicated to the Owner of my Soul, Ajifowowe Bolatito, Feyi FeyVored Fagade, to you out there who’s ready to come in from the cold…and yeah..to humble me.
🙂

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