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REVERIE

Quite a day…

Michael Ayua

Today was rather funny. Woke up by 3:30 am. Checked the internet; wasn’t working. Tried sleeping back; wasn’t working. Darn Mosquitos tried biting; wasn’t working. But the clock was working, ticking, rather slow I suppose.

I slept back at an hour I can’t recall. Had a dream- all blurry. Eyes opened at an hour past my alarm clock’s duty moment. How come i didn’t hear it ring ? I jumped out of bed, or did it ring? Did I sleep deaf? But the mosquitos rang. Then what? Wish I told you i checked under the bed for it. But I don’t possess, own or wish to borrow an alarm clock. My brain on waking up and initiating its active cognitive process likes to trick me into thinking i owe items which are antithesis to sleep so as to jump start me out of bed

It worked. I hopped into the…

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That Interloper is My Therapist!

My therapist is the most expensive meal that I’ve ever purchased in my life.

I mean, she’s the copy of my reflection.

I mean, she’s the only one that pisses me and I don’t care.

She has coffee breath.

My therapist says I’m negative,

But I told my therapist that my mind is a darkroom.

That I have a tough time explaining the pictures.

My therapist says that I have self-destructive tendencies,

That I take things the wrong way.

What she really means is,

The last time she performed a test on me,

She found an asylum of malignant explosions ready to destroy everybody.

I told my therapist that I’m very indecisive,

That I have a tough time making decisions.

That my mouth is a velvet rope for the things I can’t take back.

This velvet rope throws moons like a concierge for my regrets.

So I go to therapy because I treat silence as a first language,

But my therapist said I speak fluently.

What she means is,

I talk in small circles and by small circles,

She means I talk in big circles and by big circles,

She means targets and by targets,

She means I wear my victims like a brand new pair of shoes.

But I never told my therapist,

That I have to borrow my mother’s tongue to say certain things.

I have to set her tongue out of a pool of blood in liquor to say things like,

Depression.

Cherish.

Adoration.

Blood.

You know – synonyms.

I told my therapist that my dad had a thing where he stuff’s all of our bones.

In a bottle and he drank the spirits out of his family.

Why are you asking me about my family?

They are ghosts now.

They are gone.

They are surfing on my flesh,

And I’m on the shoreline waving them – “Hello!”

Bipolar depression is the birthmark I use to distinguish my bloodline with.

I’ve never told my therapist that I had polite suicide attempts.

I don’t leave cryptic Facebook messages.

I just cut my wrist and bleed poems.

I told my therapist that she said I have self-destructive tendencies.

So I finally decided what kind of combustion I am.

I am a controlled demolishing,

Cleaning my wreckage with a bucket of vodka and a mop.

I told my therapist that I’ve really had a tough time explaining my emotions.

She said, “but you’re a poet.”

I said, “just because I have words doesn’t mean I know how to communicate.”

Everybody needs someone to talk to.

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What Did Jesus Say Concerning Homosexuality?

In discussing the biblical teaching of homosexuality, we often hear: “Jesus never spoke about homosexuality.” Sure, Paul condemned homosexuality and Sodom and Gomorrah, according to the Genesis account, were destroyed because of homosexuality. But, Jesus never condemned the practice, and, since people (wrongly) assume that his words carry more weight, homosexuality really isn’t condemned in Scripture. Of course, Jesus sent the Spirit upon the Apostles to guide them into all truth (John 16:12-14); therefore, whatever the Apostles wrote is just as much the word of God as what Jesus spoke.

Yet, the claim is still made: “Jesus never spoke about homosexuality.” While the Lord never directly addressed homosexuality, his statements about marriage clearly rule out homosexuality.

When asked about marriage, the Lord said, “Have you not read that he who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’? So they are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate” (Matthew 19:4-6). A careful reading of Matthew’s record indicates that the Lord did indeed condemn homosexuality. Notice:

God made humans male and female.

God created two different sexes for each other. God could have created only one gender, but he created two. Those two genders are to complement one another (Genesis 2:18). A same-sex relationship does not provide the depth and richness God intended when he created man in his own image.

A man shall hold fast to his wife.

Holding fast to one’s wife excludes any sort of same-sex relationship.

The two shall become one flesh.

Clearly from this passage, Jesus pictures a man and a woman becoming “one flesh.” One purpose of being one flesh is procreation (Genesis 1:28), something not possible in a same-sex relationship. Another purpose is to avoid temptation (1 Corinthians 7:5); since homosexuality is sinful, one purpose of heterosexual intercourse in marriage is to keep one from that sin.

Did Jesus ever say anything about homosexuality? Maybe not directly, but his statements concerning marriage unmistakably prohibit same-sex relationships.

That makes sense now, why Mugabe of Zimbabwe made a statement concerning a gay couple imprisoned in the country, that they will be released when they are able to procreate.

God bless!

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Tribute!

Where is she now?

She left the world leaving a letter around.

She said it was okay,

She said life was hell and better in the other room.
Could she be in hell because murder is a deadly sin?

Or in heaven because she deserved it?

Why did she have to go?

She didn’t deserve all that pain in her soul.


She didn’t deserve to feel alone

Why did she have to feel so cold?

I feel this way but still I say.

“Why?!”
Suicide…

The world says it depicts weakness like tears from a person’s eyes.

But if you knew and felt her pain inside,

You would realize how badly she wanted to die.


“She was selfish,”

But if anything, 

She was selfless.

Because she stood through the pain so long for people to go on.

Where are they now?


Hers was a cry of a teenager in a hell hole,

“Let’s leave her to her demons,
It couldn’t be that serious. 

Her life may just be a joke.”

Till we woke up one morning, and she didn’t.


 Everyone feigned shock,

“But she always seemed happy. What could have made her kill herself?”

We all pretend to have cared,
Because only then, would we have a clear conscience.
But we remain accomplices to suicide.

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     The Rope , the gavel and mid night auctions

Michael Ayua

The court ‘’they say’’ is the last hope of the common man; the rock in the weltering Storm . And when all about him seems lost, gloomy and oppressive, it is the court that will rectify the wrong done to him , if indeed he, not necessarily as a saint, approaches the temple of justice with clean hands.

Therefore it goes without saying that the judiciary in any jurisdiction is an important institution; it is the barricade that prevents society from falling back into chaos and anarchy; the knight that rode society into civility; and the tempo that will sustain progress. As such, the blindfolded “lady justitia”stands not only as a symbol of impartially and incorruptibility but most importantly as a symbol of justice and fairness. Her scale of justice being tipped only upon the merits of each case.

In Nigeria, the judiciary in the light of present circumstances has…

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Remembering My Grandfather 2: by Tarkaa Moses

BISMARK'S CAVE

I grew up with religious grandparents who did all they could to bring me and my siblings up in the way of the Lord. This included no gadgets, no plaiting of strange hairstyles, no makeup, prayers every morning and night, church every Sunday and any other day of obligation, no going out and of course, some serious whooping when you did otherwise to top it all off. I’m sure most people can relate to this, it’s the typical Nigerian way of training your kids. But I’ve always
been curious and at 9, I stole a neighbour’s Hint Magazine and digested it in a night.

My sister was also as curious as I. When my sister’s menses started, she already knew how to take care of herself. My grand mum was liberal enough to teach us sex education in fairness; however I can’t forget the fast one my sister tried playing…

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