Kwiksie Vs The Cockroaches: It had to come to this.

Date: Sometime in 2010

Time: 8:30pm

City: Port Harcourt

Location: Kwiksie’s Kitchen

C1: Alright boys, remain focused. These folks often turn on their electricity about this time so we’ve got to move swiftly!

C2: Got it. Who’s on duty tonight?

C1: Kwiksie. She’s supposed to be making supper for her folks.

C3: You mean that skinny one? Oh boy! I absolutely love coming out when she’s the human around. She gets so excited whenever she sees us!

C2: That isn’t excitement fool. She’s terrified of us.

C4: But how’s that possible? Aren’t they supposed to be stronger than we are?

C1: Yeah but obviously, she probably doesn’t understand that. Now concentrate. C2, you stay above. As soon as you sense activity, fly from your station near the window to the cupboard where the ingredients are stored. She’ll be sure to see you there or at least hear you. C4, you stay in the frame of the sliding windows and just keep walking back and forth. The sound drives her crazy. You may also beats your wings loudly for good measure. C3, you stay on the ground. With others, that’s often a really dangerous position but she’ll most likely run away from you than actually step on you. Are we ready?

All Cs: Yes sir!

C1: Then move out.

***

Kwiksie walks into the kitchen at 8:37pm very slowly, flashing the dim torchlight in too many places at once as she proceeds with great caution. She expects to see those evil little things. They always seem to be all over the place when she’s alone. She proceeds further into the room and starts to relax when she hears it. The unmistakable sound of thin brown wings beating.

“Mommy! Please can I just wait a little longer till the electricity comes back on? They’re in here.”

She hears her mother’s reply from the living room. “Who’s in where honey?”

“The cOckRoachEs! They’re in the Kitchen and they’re flying!”

“Wuoh, Kwiksie you either ignore those things or kill them. It’s late enough as it is. Must your brothers eat their dinner by 10pm simply because of your ridiculous fear of these creatures?”

Kwiksie is still whining about the injustice of the entire situation when she hears the irritating scraping at the window directly opposite her. Immediately, the beam of the torch travels to the window but the curtain hides whatever is behind. She moves the light again and sees something dark crawling over the spice cupboard and her miserable frown deepens. A movement at the sink catches her attention and next to the tap she finds another one. She is almost in tears. As she is still trying futilely to get her heart’s beating to reduce in tempo, something crawls over her foot.

The torchlight goes flying through the air and crashes into the dish rack and in the next instant, Kwiksie flees the kitchen at top speed, frantically flaying her arms the entire time.

“Ooooooh Lord, why!? I told you. I told you! Now the stupid thing has crawled on me! Oooooooooooohhhh!”

Her mother tries to calm her down but her efforts are wasted. “Please mommy, please! I can’t go back in there until someone kills all those things and stays with me until I finish cooking oh. I just cannot.”

Kwiksie’s mother asks her older brother who’s also seated in the living room, to come to his sister’s aid. While he heads for the kitchen, shaking his head in disgust at Kwiksie’s reaction to mere insects, she rushes off to the bathroom to scrub her feet. As she hurries off, her mother’s voice is loud enough for her to hear; “Only God knows when you will understand that they are more terrified of you than you are of them. Your fear is what keeps them alive and gives them power. You must outgrow this Kwiksie.”

Kwiksie sulks and mumbles to herself. “Eeehn, I’ll outgrow it. But certainly not today.”

To be continued….

(Check for the conclusion and moral of the story in the following post(s) )

Xxx, Kwiksie.

The "There Must Be Something They're Doing Right" Project

Hi people. It's been quite some time. Hope all's been well with y'all though.

Alright so there's this project i started working on towards the end of last semester . I'm not going to display the whole thing but i just thought the concept of the project might be worth mentioning to someone out there.

We all know (or should know) that forgiveness is a deliberate & conscious act but one that goes completely against our natures of sin (ex-natures for those of us in Christ though #wink). In the flesh, we love to pile up our grieviances and the offences committed against us all the time. Sometimes, we even do it unconsciously. Some do it to feed the malice and bitterness they choose to hold, others may store it simply to bring those wrongs & mistakes back up in the person's face to condemn them(even when they may have repented and tried to change), & then some just do it to get folks to feel sorry for them & take their side.

In one of the courses I take at the university, we’re taught about the general nature of conflict and misunderstandings which inevitably arise amongst human beings in any given society. As expected, if we differ, there will most certainly be contrasts in views, opinions and patterns of behavior. Thankfully, I now have better understanding of some of the basics which make it possible to successfully accommodate differences. I've also learnt to better control my emotions and tongue; you see, these two need to be thoroughly mastered in order to develop better inter-personal relationships with others.

So, to further aid me in forgiving + forgetting offences or hurtful things done to me, I was led to put together a list of a group of people I relate the most with when school's in session and list out ten things about each of them that i admire or appreciate. The point is, when i keep reminding myself of the things i love about them & constantly think on those things...i won't have time to store anger or resentment even when they hurt me. So this list will help:

 To serve as a reminder to my heart and spirit, whenever there's a threat of hindrance to the expression of Christ’ love, that even I may be one of the most difficult people to love and yet Jesus made it look so easy with the evident willingness He used to sacrifice Himself for undeserving me.

 To help me keep in mind at ALL times that no matter how much ‘bad’ a person may choose to constantly display, it does not absolutely render the good in them non-existent.

 To serve as an encourager to do what is right (no matter how inconvenient or annoying) when I feel too exasperated to respond to behaviors or situations in a manner that would most please Christ and severely displease my flesh.

 To serve as a faith booster, reminding me that if 10 appealing things can be found in each individual, then there must be a treasure of lots more, only requiring my sincere love and patience to reveal.

 Lastly, to help me keep in mind that my job as an espouser of Christ’ selfless love, is to search for the best in all God’s creation and keep watering that best with love, faith and prayer till it becomes all that’s left of the individual.

Love, like forgiveness, is a conscious choice and when we truly walk in Christlike love...forgiveness becomes easier. So, I choose to love people. Be they people at my university, my family, distant relatives, church folks, haters, critics, friends, ex-friends, those i am yet to meet - anyone! Christs' love has been shed abroad in my heart see. Bottom line, it will be most dishonest if I claim to love Him, whom I have not seen, when I am unable to love my brother/brethren, whom I do see.

Get it? :)

So please, let's enjoy life and sincerely express His love as often as we can. It's really easy to feel everyone else deserves to be hated or forever unforgiven for some thing they might have done before (or still do); but really, deep down, none of us are any better. Jesus is the one who makes all the difference remember? ;)

xxx, Kwiksie.~

Save Your APPLAUSE. -_-

Minister, not entertainer.

“Kwiksie, look, I totally get your point…but we both know that’s not what people like to hear.”

“Seriously? How on earth do you hope to get fans if you keep doing things like this?”

“When you have all it takes to make folks love you, why not just give them what they want?!”

How about, because it’s the exact opposite of what God wants? Eh pal?

My name is Okwukwe Ifediora, generally referred to as Kwiksie. I am a born-again musician. Do you want to know what that means? It means that my musicianship is ALWAYS secondary to my call as a follower of Jesus Christ. Alright? Get it! I am not (and NEVER will be) first a musician and then a Christian. Music will always take the back-seat to my service to my risen savior. Period.

#sigh. Really though, when are we going to stop this?- Living for the applause i mean.

Many of you might be convinced otherwise, but the few (‘few’ because I could probably make a decent book of them) questions I quoted above weren’t even directed at me by those who are foreigners to the faith or ‘secular artistes’, as we like to put it, or folks like that. The people asking me things like this are Christians --- according to them at least. I mean, seriously, do we even listen to ourselves sometimes? When on earth did the focus become what they want and what the fans like to hear and all that garbage?!

Is it the media and the fans who have given us life? Are they the ones responsible for our possession of whatever ‘gift’ we may have that is musically inclined? Did the fans and the public sacrifice their most precious to save every single undeserving bit of us, in exchange for our undivided, undiluted love for and devotion to them?

Think about what you’re saying and doing! There's more to life than folks clapping their hands every now and then when you amuse or entertain them.

Each and every human being has got a purpose for being created (a purpose one just might remain clueless about until he/she chooses to buddy up with Jesus) and for those of us who are members of the body of Christ there is a call on our lives. I am called to minister to others through music – amongst other things – thus music ministry is my primary calling. Now from a study of Romans 12:1-8 in a teaching by Bob Kauflin titled > ‘The Call of The Christian Musician’ (I STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU FIND IT AND LISTEN TO IT!!!), I have come to the deeper understanding that my basic call, as a Christian musician, is to:

“Faithfully make music – in ANY context – that reflects a grateful servant’s response to the gospel of Jesus Christ.”

Before you sniff your nose at this point or close the page, please take time to sit and meditate on this word (and please do get the teaching ASAP…you’ll love it). Ask yourself whom your creator is and for what purpose you were created. Have you seen anyone who’s more stable than God or anyone who loves you more? (If you said yes, I promise you we are not talking about the same person). Do you really want to dedicate your time, energy and LIFE to pleasing the crowd? The world? This fickle, fluctuating, inconsistent, deceitful, confused and oh-so-temporary world?! When did ‘going with the flow’ and ‘dancing to the beat’ become our motto as believers? We have obligations to the person who actually runs things (sorry B, it’s not girls after all) and who demands that every breath of air He’s given us permission to consume be used to honor Him and instead what do we do? We ‘do it for the fans’ (or the vine – story for another day).

It’s just so pathetic.

I’m not saying fans are evil, I am not saying become religious and sanctimonious, I’m not saying you shouldn’t enjoy the gift music is. I’m saying when we take our focus off God and decide to zero in on doing things solely for their ‘commercial’ worth or for the accolades to be recieved; when we get to producing things which are supposedly ‘appealing’ to the majority with zero regard for our Lord; when we do things just because people expect it and we don't want to 'offend' the sensibilities of someone or the other – that’s when we hit the ‘self-destruct’ button. If we don’t serve and praise Him, He’ll get others who will; but if we are honest with ourselves, we’d realize there’s none more deserving of our service and adoration than the Almighty. So why work yourself to the bone for things as temporary as a flash of lightening, and for folks who won’t hesitate to stomp you as soon as they’ve drained you to nothing?

This is the truth; I’m on any and every stage on this earth to perform for an audience of One – everyone else is warmly invited though - but the primary reason I have got to make it good is to please Him.

Folks think I’m naïve, boring or too ‘strait-jacket’? *sighs*

That's just too bad.

xxx, Kwiksie.

I Wonder What It Would Mean To You...

I wonder what it would mean to you

If I promised you I’d never lie.

Never pretending things would be ever peachy

But letting you know I’ll always be on stand-by.

Trust has to be the swaddling cloth

In which our love, most precious, is wrapped.

Instead of letting suspicion, insecurity and doubt

Be the premise on which your actions are mapped.

I wonder what it would mean to you

If you knew your best interest fills my heart.

Would the assurance of my love be convincing-

Enough to let me walk you through every path?

Through the pain that cuts and the tears that burn

Could you trust me in spite of it all?

Or would the faintest sign of turbulence

Cause you to pack up and run?

I wonder what it would mean to you

If you knew I prefer your body to concrete.

That this container of flesh in which you function

Is really my most choice place of dwelling.

I don’t mind meeting and talking with you

Within walls erected by some man.

But if you let me in to clean you up

You’d see you’re the most fitting dwelling for ‘I am’.

I wonder what it would mean to you

If you knew I’d never cheat.

Because with everything at my disposal

You’re yet still my masterpiece.

I couldn’t love you any less even if I wanted to

But my love for you is perfect, no matter what you do.

I’ll always be faithful, can you say the same?

You could get distracted and maybe forget my name.

Faithful, loyal and true; this is who I’ll always be,

And I love you too much to see you hurt so just stick with me.

I wonder what it would mean to you

If you knew I gave it all.

No one else would come to your rescue

But I jumped at the call.

I’ve never felt so much anguish, sorrow, pain and misery

I went through it humbly, just so you could find joy in me.

So their looks could warm and their touches could melt;

But what happens when after your soiling, a cruel hand’s all you’re dealt?

I love you so very much and want you to be mine, forever!

So when will you stop treating me as though I don’t matter?

Thus the single woman prayed...

"Lord, may it be your word that is carved upon my heart and your love that i crave. Open my mind and heart to drink in the word you give me each day. Strengthen me for your purpose. Cast out the 'if onlys' and 'what ifs' that plague me when i think of him – whoever that turns out to be. I don't know what it feels like to be loved by a man. Sometimes i hunger for that kind of loving. Help me to see guys through your eyes Lord, and not through the eyes of a fleshly woman. The person out there you desire I team up with Father, keep him in your way. Bring him up out of every storm, trial and temptation and set his feet upon the Rock." (As modified by Kwiksie)

Amen.

Hi people. This prayer (though modified a bit - or a lot- by me), i coined from an amazing novel by Francine Rivers - "Sure as the Dawn". It's the third book in the Lion Trilogy series (that i love so very much)^_^. I feel this version strikes home better…for many of us ladies in waiting - or me at least. ;) The original prayer’s at the end of the post though…

 Anyway, a bit of the story’s background is that there’s this lady, Rizpah, a widowed believer in the gospel who'd even been somewhat mentored by apostle John (the setting's way back in the period of the early Church, following the death and resurrection of Christ) who gets stuck with Atretes, a 'heathen' German, ex-gladiator who's got temper issues and rightful paternal claims to a child she adopted with the belief his parents didn't want him anymore. Now the story's plenty (i suggest you just read the book) but one out of the thousands of things that really struck a chord in me from the novel was this prayer. See they had been together awhile and there was no doubt that Atretes had the hots for Rizpah and, to be honest, vice versa. Yet in as much as it was the struggle of a lifetime, Rizpah hung on to Jesus and integrity and purity as onto dear life. She didn't try to make excuses for the weakness she felt in her flesh (Atretes was quite a hunk) nor blame God for bringing such a temptation her way and deciding that giving into her lust would be His fault and not hers. She loved him quite alright (though she fought hard against it initially) but was achingly aware of the fact that she, a daughter of the Kingdom, could not allow herself to be unequally yoked to one still lost in darkness and she trusted God to bring a man after his own heart out of the brutal gladiator.

Or maybe just bring her another sort of man altogether.

See too many times we ladies fall into the deception of thinking we can convert a person or change them. It's a hoax. Same goes for the brothers. We can't change anyone any more than we can redeem ourselves! Rizpah knew that. Most importantly (even to her), she knew that Atretes' soul was heavily at stake and her duty as a believer was primarily to God, not her feelings. The guy had suffered a great deal and had a million and one issues; his disdain for the almighty being the greatest, and despite her growing attraction to him and in disregard of her wants or feelings, she put the need for his salvation above all that. She understood fully that him getting to fall in love with his maker was tons more profitable than him falling in love with her (although it was something she desired). Her reaction at every point in time was with God's will and pleasure at the fore front of her mind and i think that's quite a lesson for many of us.

Sometimes it gets so lonely that some are filled with such desperate longing that they're willing to ignore God's will and pleasure, forget his promises and plans for them, all in the hopes of landing a great guy. But we need to remember that a 'great guy' is included in "ALL the good and PERFECT gifts" which come from the Father in whom there's no shadow of turning nor variableness. Finding (or being found by), the ‘ultimate’ mortal dream man can be lovely and should be a thing of joy, but when we neglect to rely on God to orchestrate these findings and refuse to follow his blueprint for a wonderful and fulfilled life, that’s when things get messed up. It’s not about getting fed up with how hard it is or wallowing in self-pity and frustration; it’s about trusting in the one who knows the end from the beginning and the one who’s given you the grace and ability to overcome every temptation that wanders your way.

I found it really beautiful that she subjected the desires of her flesh, her longings, her passions and needs even, to the will of God, knowing that whether or not she got the guy in the end, the most important thing was the guy getting God and her staying in obedience.

Go Rizpah! :) and Happy New Month ladies.

The original prayer: “Lord, may it be your word that is carved upon my heart, your love that I crave. Open my mind and heart to drink the word Theophilus gives me each morning. Strengthen me for your purpose. Cast out the ‘if onlys’ and ‘what ifs’ that plague me when Atretes looks at me. I remember what it felt like to be loved by a man. Sometimes I hunger for that kind of loving again. Help me to see him through your eyes, Lord, and not through the eyes of a fleshly woman. Redeem him, Father. Bring him up out of the pit and set his feet upon the Rock.”

P.s: Get the book(s) A.S.A.P. @ >>> http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/95602.Mark_of_the_Lion_Trilogy

xxx, Kwiksie.

We'll Break It Down A Little.

Hi people!
Top of the morning-noon-evening (depending on your time zone really) to you. How has ''May'' been? Personally, i've been having a blast. I'm home now, will be starting work as an intern soon, surrounded by great friends and family...life was never better. Honestly.

Anyway, while discussing writing and my blogging with my mom and a friend, i mentioned how my posts here are often rather long and how it excites me when i see a lot of views because i know most people are so busy that it takes alot to scrape off even a couple of minutes to sit and read something you don't even have 100% assurance will be worth your while (trust me, i know how that can be). So, i find it very encouraging when people read and even go the extra mile of sharing their thoughts and opinions on posts.

However, i've become more sensitive to the possibility (more like fact) that the lengths of some write-ups can really desensitize a whole lot of people from reading. For instance, if you've got limited access to the internet, or just a brief time-frame to take a break from some task or the other, it makes sense that if you happened to stumble across some piece of literature that catches your interest, you wouldn't mind taking a quick look at it. But if after your mind has been conditioned for a quick 'run-through' you find an epistle instead...you get the point.

So as we talked i expressed my knowledge of the existence of this challenge and how i ceaselessly sought for ways to make the posts more interesting but then, i was given an even better idea. Why not make the posts SHORTER?!

I know you're probably thinking, "Well du-uh! It's not rocket science!" and i can believe you because 'blogging' and 'rocket science' don't even sound alike. #ThatWasMeantToBeAJoke ;)
Truth be told i've been considering cutting the long stories short for quite some time to make them more 'reader friendly' but many a time it astounds even I how difficult a task i find creating posts that are not on the lengthy side to be. I mean, once i set my fingers to the keyboard i just keep going till my brain or heart or both, inform me that the next period i type should be the last. #sigh

But, i have made up my mind to try harder to break things down a little. This post is mainly to help me keep to my word because as i have now made known my intentions, i'm pretty much duty-bound to stay true to what i've proposed. Please try not to misunderstand the word 'short' to mean 1 paragraph or two though - the lengths of the write-ups may be considered short when compared to my previous style of going on almost forever. Hehehe. Now you all will be getting more of Part 1s, 2s and 3s, etc, of various posts.

I hope this decision helps someone and makes it easier for all to read on the spot rather than procrastinate constantly; but if you actually preferred my lengthy posts, do comment and let me know and i'll be sure to break the flow...just for you. :D

Have an amazing 'rest of the day-evening-night' people. ^_^

xxx, Kwiksie~

Points of Correction: Get this once & for all!

Hey people.

So this is me, getting pretty much fed-up with all these misconceptions folks have made a habit of proudly flaunting in recent times. Some records need to be set straight and the scriptures are my rule.

People can label this whatever, yeah? All i know is, it's about that time believers and non-believers alike got a wake up call. I won't keep acting like this isn't irritating me.

Because it is.

~ MISCONCEPTIONS...

So the world now looks at my life (as well as other Christians') and decide they have a right to call me names and act like I'm the one who needs a heads-up on what's what? Lol. Very funny.

1.) I'm not the one who's strange because i show love. If hate was so desirable why is it so infamous? Why is it that in the movies and cartoons, the ones who are bitter and malicious and vile never win?

I mean if hate were supposed to be the fad, the hero ought to be inferior to the villain. Now would you rather i treat folks like scum and sabotage lives with my hate, just for fun? Should i crush you thorough and spit you out - like you were chewing gum? Love became my nature when i became born again; sharing it brings me joy & happiness...and happy folks rarely go insane.

2.) I'm not the one who's strange because i forgive. I know it makes you feel wierd but i'm sure you'll live. According to scripture, i'm probably heaping hot coals on your head when i choose to overlook your offence and show you kindness instead. You think you've right to harbor your grievances and fury, i think not. If Christ chose to only view our mess-ups, there'd never have been any sacrifice on a cross. You keep thinking it's for the next person, but you're so wrong. Whether you forgive or not, the world still turns.

3.) I'm not the one who's strange because i don't wear cobwebs. Why must i add to the ample variety of nudes on the world wide web? It makes little sense to me because I've come to understand that my beauty isn't located in my booty and me coming of age isn't synonymous with 'more cleavage'. Sure i can be stylish, and of course i love to look nice. But i would rather have a man who places the most value on the me inside. If my security were found in people's ogling & lusty looks of men, it would only yield grief to my heavenly father...and maybe a couple 'unexpected' children. Too bad if you think a hot body to be the center of the universe; honey we were all made from dust...and that stuff is EVERYWHERE!

4.) I'm not the one who's strange because i consider vulgarity a

'big deal'. I don't see why you release 'Sh**' from the same place where you put your meals. I've never seen an award given for being foul mouthed. It doesn't increase my value, it doesn't make folks want you; so the infatuation with talking nasty is rather pathetic. If you must speak of sex all the time, do it with your husband or wife. You both can choose to get married and make that the center of your life! But please don't belittle God's gift to the married with the crude 'F' term, because sex is more than a mere translocation of sperm! Don't use that term to greet me and you better not even swear...i wonder why it's that which is most worthless we now hold dear.

5.) I'm not the one who's strange because i show respect. Newsflash,
being rude is stupid and doesn't get anyone ahead. My parents, teachers or colleagues may not be perfect alright, but they sure have the right to be able to hold their heads high rather than cry to sleep at night. Mean jokes and comments made at the cost of others knights you a misuser of breath; they do NOT make you fresher but prove you have no depth! Nobody deserves to be a dart board for insensitivity, if your tongue cannot be tamed i suggest you shred it, please.

6.) I'm not the one who's strange because i am content. Lifestyles of mediocrity and gratitude are two separate events. I am not satisfied with average yet don't live to chase ambitions...because in the end, we're all here but for a season. As for my looks, they're at their very peak! The master creator crafted me, what other assurance should i seek? What God deemed fit He bestowed on me; so just as black is beautiful and white is serene, i trust Him to shape this biological container in whatever way He'd please. I never sat beside Him to supervise my creation, yet i turned out all right; form, shape and proportions. It's pure insolence to think creams, paint and surgeons can improve upon that which is already stamped perfection. If at anytime i get dissatisfied with what some mirror shows me, it's comforting to know my exterior's always secondary. So i will care for that which I have been given and give thanks in all, because if a mess-up the little, why should i get more?

7.) I'm not the one who's strange because i speak out against sin.

What displeases God should be done with - throw it in the bin! He gave us freewill to choose life - not so we can trouble Him - and the chances of knowing better than the 'ALL-KNOWING' are very slim. 'You can't eat your cake and have it' or so the saying goes; yet we push God to the curb and pray to escape eternal death-row. I would laugh at the foolishness of man - but this is serious, and the worst is each time we sin we're brutally hurting Jesus. To make it simple, sin is whatever God hates and would not want; i love Him so I'll EVER say it as it is - like it or not!

8.) I'm not the one who's strange because i do not have a boyfriend. Especially since these days there's little friendship and lots of sex in the end. I'm not saying they're all that way but there is a high percentage and believe it or not, i see my virginity and purity as an advantage. Relationships are best with a good foundation and a purpose; the former must be Jesus before marriage can get close. I'd love to look into his eyes for as long as i can afford and walk by his side while listening to sweet words. I imagine we'd be cute and i would giggle, laugh and blush; but the difference between artwork and a masterpiece's in the painter...not the brush. So if my motives are all wrong, and mere romance is all i lust, i may invest my time and energy into something that will only end up flushed.

9.) I'm not the one who's strange because i always rep. Christ! Everything on earth is His, so my service is His right! I can't claim to be sold out when i keep holding back my talents. If i'm not writing, singing or rapping for Him...i might as well be silent. There are no two ways about it, Christ must be everything if it's Him I claim to serve. But if even one eye's still on the fans, fame and money...it'd be best i just swerve.

10.) I'm not the one who's strange because i have made faith my lifestyle. You're the wierdo if you're still limited to the physical. There's much more depth to life than all we access with our shallow senses and if physical matters cause excitement, the spiritual should leave us frenzied. That which is not seen is the greatest reality we actually live in; greater than the people we touch and all the places we've ever been. This would all appear fascinating gibberish if to you the gospel of Christ were foreign, but it is the saddest sight to see those re-born by faith, still logicalizing everything. There's no expression of trusting faith if I'm still struggling to hold the controls, i can only rely on God's promises and be at peace when i LET GO.

This should do. For now.
Like i said, just needed to set the records straight.

xxx, Kwiksie.

Here's a Suggestion.

 

Pray for your country!

Leave merlin and harry potter and vampire diaries.
I'm watching the enemy wave imminent destruction in our faces
and we ignore the threat like rookies.

Pray for your country!

Kim Kardashian doesn't know you and probably never will
Whether or not you spend idle hours yakking about the flaws of others
your flaws exist still.
There's too much at stake - the evil is beyond what you 'think' or 'feel'.

Pray for your country!

You can post whatever you so please on vine and Instagram
make funny tweets about anything - from soap to beef to yam.
But please make out enough time to put before your heavenly father the earthly trials facing yourself and fellow man.

Pray for your country!!

Bombings, massacres and mourning.
It gets even scarier as each night turns morning.
Inconsolable hearts, daughter-less families....
Please remember, there is worth in your kneeling.

Pray for your country!!!

It's not the only one needing help but it's a start.
The way we carry on like nothing is wrong breaks God's heart.
Beyond liking blogposts and being 'touched'
let us pray God heal our land...before too many more are lost.

Pray for Nigeria.
...Amen.