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Home is where the heart is.

Home is where I feel safe, loved and important.

I easily feel at home and so act as if the world revolves around me. Always.

You always find me. You find me when I stray in search for greener pastures. Like the patient father you are, you hold me and tell me sweet lies when I fall so bad that it tears up my insides and destroys my soul. When all the lions bare their teeth at me and tug at pieces of my soul in an attempt to make me bleed. They tried to bury me by driving my head between my knees just to uproot my demon of rebellion. You unfortunately, still manage to find me! And your timing has never been better!

You are my home.

You knew me before you saw me. You heard me speak before you even spoke to me. You cared for me before i even had an inkling as to who you were. I had heard of you alright… Jesus this, Jesus that, Jesus saves. I knew all this but had never spent a second of my life considering how much my actions affected you. Never. But you still loved me. I will stray 3000 more times but you will find me 3001 times – that I can bet my entire life savings on.

You are my home.

I look at you and wonder. What at all did i see in you? In fact, what am I seeing? Nothing extraordinary. There is nothing beautiful or majestic about your appearance – nothing to attract me to you. Had I met you in a different state at a different time, I would never have noticed you. I might have despised you and not even learnt your name. You would have considered me rude and because I don’t give an effing damn about your feelings, I wouldn’t care. We cannot please everyone, can we?

You are my home.

I am self-opinionated. I am viciously manipulative and will fight tooth and nail to get what I want. I even begun World War 4 just to keep you safe from their prying eyes. I was an endeavour as useless as WW3; retaliating and tweeting vengefully about nuclear weapons never solved anyone’s problems. Across continents, countries and presidents – back and forths are simply a waste of time! Solve Ruth’s problem and all will be perfect again. You my beautiful mind, will simply not listen to me. You just keep annoying me until I need to strangle you to breathe well. You fight me on every matter and non-metaphorically cut my soul into pieces every second. I have no need for the likes of you and your species. I would rather remain a 50 year old spinster who lives alone with her white cat!

But you are my home.

You were my home 19days ago and you are my home today. You were my home before I was conceived and you will still be my home in 19more days. I would like you to be my home forever, but who at all am I? What have I done to deserve a being as magnificent as you? I will never in a million years deserve you. I would even not recommend myself to another me!

But you are my home.

I love staying at home. In my room, on my bed, with the fluffiest and most comfortable duvet cocooning me. You my love, will not even spend 40 more minutes of your precious sleep time with me because I talk too much. I will forever keep talking, and you will unsurprisingly keep listening. I care too much to allow you to waste your life. Afterall, it still is my greatest purpose to bring the entire world to Him.

So I will forge on and advance. I will take the blind leap and keep praying with all my heart that my glass remains half-full.

Because you are my home.

Be my home, now and forever!

With Love,

Your Sweet Advocate.

Dedicated to all the independent minds I know. To those who never say never.

Special Mentions:

  1. Munney kÉ› Naa.
  2. Nii Obuobisa, the second Nii in my life.
  3. My homes.

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ATTENTION!

At ease.

Attention.

At ease.

Attention.

At ease.

Attention.

At eeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeee……

This chant ran through my head and rang in my ears. My soul cried out and my heart gently whispered it prayerfully… A prayer to the man I loved. A prayer to the one who promised to never lie to me… The man who could break me within 2 days of unintentional breakage. The man in whom I believed.

Trust not in man and lean not on your own understanding – they told me.

You can trust me, for I would never lie to you – He said.

Never trust men! All they want is your body.

I look at more. I look at the heart. He again said.

I call it non-verbal communication… You would be right to also call it divine. And spiritual. And God-sent. And a forever kind of relationship.

I disagree with the term “forever”. Nothing good lasts forever.

It has always been a matter of perspective. Are you willing to fight for what you want? Are you willing to dream big and forget about everyone else but HIm?

I say I AM!!

I am not THE I am. But by jove! I want to be like him. I want to have him near me all the time, whether at home or away.

I need to hear him whisper sweet nothings… I want to feel his breath on my bellybutton as he says, “My daughter! My daughter!”

And I would gladly respond:

Here I am, my Lord. Choose me. Use me. And send me. For I will forever & always be yours.

Jesus Saves.

Dedicated to all JesusLovers who desire more. Who want more. And who are destined for more…