Life decisions

The trickster and his 99 days Part 8

 The Funeral Song


 

The tides have changed. The winds are blowing in opposite direction and Junior is being pulled into a whirlwind. The grounds are about to give beneath him. There’s going to be a landslide. And of all the elements being conjured none is in his power to control.

Junior had another dream and in it God said to him… it is time to go back home. So Junior said to his wives; “Rumors are going around that your father is plotting against me. You both know how he has cheated me over and over all these years and ten times he has changed my wages. In spite of it all God has blessed me and has made me very wealthy. God has avenged me by making me wealthier than him. Now God is leading me back to my father’s house.”

Junior had the support of his wives, Leila and Ruby. They were his comrades. They were willing to go with him, even to the ends of the earth.

Twenty long years have come and gone and the young lad who took off from home has grown to become a man. Married to two women, blessed with eleven lads and a girl. It was more than he could ask for. Much more than he bargained for. In spite of his cunningness, his life has managed to travel down a winding road and half the time even though he wanted so much to be in control he couldn’t boast that he had done it all by himself.

He has watched with his eyes how his life has turned out and how that the choices he had made had spewed a handful of outcomes. He also could not deny that in the midst of it all, he really hadn’t been alone. Even when he too was tricked and swindled. Even when he was treated badly by his uncle and father-in-law. He felt the promises of God accompany him to ease off the burden and repercussion of his choices.

Junior is somewhat sober; a strong conviction floods his heart. “He promised he would be with me. He didn’t fail.” Now he must head back home. He should be glad. He should be happy. He has wealth and a large prosperous family. Homecoming should be joyous!

Instead Junior’s heart is troubled by the stirring of a sleeping giant. He must return to his aged father and wounded brother. He must face his demons. He must face the music. How could he look it all again in the face? How does one move to the tone of music that sounds like ones funeral dirge?

The trickster and his 99 days Part 5

The Promise


“…I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you…”

Like tiny trickles of water Junior remembered the words of God just as he’d heard them in his dream. He was grateful and deeply thankful because at that moment every bit of God’s promises returned to him.

His heart swelled with joy as he mused over the words of the message. He too had being considered worthy to hear the voice of God. What an honor. First he received the blessing of the firstborn. Now he will enjoy the rare privilege of hearing God just like his grandfather. Junior’s heart swelled the more as he thought of this awesome encounter.

“How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven”

Junior marked that route and made a vow to God. He promised to give God a tithe of his wealth if God would be with him.

“If you will be with me and watch over me on this journey…”

Junior recognized the privilege of having the invisible companion – the guiding light that accompanies us on our life’s travels. Junior in some deep-seated thought was in agreement that being cunning wasn’t enough to get us through our days. And having had that encounter in his dream, he came to the conclusion that even though he may have a destination in mind, it wasn’t in his power to ensure his safety, provision, and success.

So in spite of his self-conceit and arrogance Junior believed however that he couldn’t do it all on his own.

Taking one quick glance at his map, Junior prepares to hitch hike to the Shepherdsville, a small countryside town where his Uncle lived.

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

Writing and reading are collaborative acts in the making and performance of space-time. Readers participate; they become, partly, writers. The reader is its co-creator. – David Morley

Hi everyone! I’ve been nominated for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award by my one and only ‘Superfan’ 🙂 – Gypsyess, blogger at Wonder Of My Worlds. I only started this blog barely 3 months now so you can imagine my surprise and excitement to hear Stella say she nominated me for a world bloggers award. I was elated to say the least. Not only has her steady readership been a huge encouragement to me, it has also inspired me every time I’m about to write a new piece…I think about Stella and I say to myself, what freshness can I bring Stella’s way today? Or whenever I’m down and not feeling like my blogging is making any difference, I remember the generosity in her comments about how she is learning a lot from my musing.

If you are a writer, you would understand how these little drops here and there can make our stream gush and bubble. They are the only reason why we keep writing, because someone somewhere is feeding off our energy and is being illuminated from inside out because of our train of thought. There is no better reward for a writer.

So thank you Stella for taking the time to read, thank you for your generous comments, they hang like little medals on my computer desktop and my vision board. Thank you for your lavish and unselfish gesture of reblogging a few of my posts and thank you for nominating me for the Sisterhood of the Worlds Bloggers Award. You are just awesome! And that is an understatement. I hope that someday soon, the travel bug will cause our paths to cross. Oh, now that would be awesome!

Since I’m expected to nominate people as well, here are mine; first I will like to nominate Wonders Of My World, Stella’s blog – as far as I am concerned, she is the worlds most generous reader and writer, and since writers cannot exist without the reader, then Stella is indeed a blessing to us writers and I am a living testimony. Again if you are a dreamer like myself and you believe that dreams do come true then you should seriously visit Wonders Of my Worlds. It embodies true tales of a dreamer who has had a taste of what it means to live her dreams. And she is still dreaming. I can’t wait to see what part of the world she would be landing next 🙂

My second nomination goes to Marc & Angel Hack Life – www.marcandangel.com . They are my muse. A friend of mine recommended them when I newly started this blog and I haven’t been disappointed. If you surf through my blog you will find a few quotes from Marc & Angel. They write about self-development matters to put it simply and I tell you no one does it better. The happily married couple reach out to thousands daily and the impact they are having is such an inspiration. I want to be like them when I grow up 🙂 Visit Marc & Angel for all your self-help matters and be sure to bring home with you a lifted spirit.

I will now go on to answer the 10 questions required for nominees:

1. What inspires you most to write?

Everything. My joys, my sorrows, my victories, my failures, life’s pleasures and backlashes. Above all, my walk with God. His mercies, his kindness, his favors, his goodness, his grace, and his righteousness. I’m inspired by how I am experiencing this beautiful life God has given me to live for as long as He’s given me to live it.


2. What it your favorite thing to do in the entire world?

LOL. My favorite thing to do in the entire world is to travel & to write. I believe very strongly that the one cannot go without the other. And even though I have managed, all these years, to survive with the other i.e. with writing only, I am certain beyond all reasonable doubt that it is only a matter of time before the ‘one’ starts to unfold. After writing, my second most happiest thing to do in the world, is traveling. Like I said earlier. I am a dreamer. And I do believe dreams come through.

3. If you could travel anywhere in our beautiful world, where would it be?

That is a tough question to answer. I am torn between Rome and the city of love. Torn between pasta and fine living. Torn between the coliseums and the Tower Eiffel. If I have to choose, I guess it would be Rome.

4. What is your favorite book?

I’ve read many books in my lifetime but my favorite still remains “A Voice in the Wind” by Francine Rivers. I’m yet to read a book or any story for that matter that has moved my heart and soul like this book did. And it was there I first met Rome in person.  I’ve been hooked ever since with curiosity and deep interest. The story is a trilogy – A Voice in the Wind, An Echo in the Darkness & As Sure as the Dawn. Set in Rome, Ephesus, and ancient Germanic settlement.

5. What are you most proud of?

So far so good. This blog is my most prestigious achievement. It is one thing to say you’re a writer and it is another thing entirely to actually write. Secondly, it is one thing to say you are something and it is another thing to be that thing to the world, and then actually give off that essence and touch lives with it. This blog has given me all of that meaning in one.

6. How has your blog helped you most?

My blog has helped me to overcome my fears; my fear of not being sure if I’m good enough. My fear of ‘do I make sense’, am I making sense’, will I be heard, will I communicate, will I touch someone, and if I did, will they be better for it? I never found answers to these questions until I started this blog and that was when I truly embraced life as a writer.

7. What is your favorite childhood memory?

My favorite childhood memory was when I wrote and completed a fully illustrated book of short-stories inspired by Enid Blyton’s mini series. It was the first book I ever authored though never published. Hahaha. I took the book to boarding house one term and I would later regret it. It was the last I would see of it. It would have been such a treasured childhood souvenir had I left it in my mum’s care. I was only 8 when I wrote that book.

8. What is your biggest passion?

My biggest passion is writing. It is how I relate with myself and the world. And sometimes, it is how I talk with God.

9. Your favorite food?

My favorite food is spaghetti and all kinds of noodle food. There’s no doubt about that.

10. What is your favorite quote?

Okay this is a tough one. I have over a thousand in archive. It is hard to say. I have several that speak straight to my heart. I will like to share one on here

“Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.” ― G.K. Chesterton

 

In closing, I will like to thank Mariam Thompson at thecandidspot.wordpress.com and Kate&James at monkeypalmtree.com who both nominated Stella who nominated me. Thanks you ladies. You are all awesome sisters of my blogging worlds!!

 

And gracias to all my awesome readers. You are  co-creators of my musings. 🙂 🙂 xoxo

A day at a time

Life is here and now
This moment
A simple thought
A fleeting whiff
The cursory glance at life’s miniature features
Cumulating details of decisions we make by failing to make any at all
A mass of mental absenteeism snowballing downhill
A stockpile of unattended facets, wilting away, abandoned, forgotten
Punctured opportunities and the gradual sipping away of essence, chance, time
Then life passes by, leaving no traces, no footprint, no memories
We become as stone, cracklings, caked by the scorching sun
Hopeless and despondent that once again we have failed to live in the present moment
Life is here and now
This very moment
A beautiful morning, a kiss, a bear hug, a tear

What truly matters in the end?

Everything…
Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

Everything comes around

Life in a way is like a carousel, a merry-go-round
Everything comes around,
Although it isn’t always merry in the true sense of the word
Still our circumstances are a thread of unheeded events, and unfinished businesses
And the unwanted sprouts of an unattended garden
Like a neglected wound, the pain and the resulting infection will force you to care
Like the unresolved issue that comes knocking at your door years later
It is also the beautiful reward,
Like a booming winery following the undaunted effort of grooming a vineyard
Life gives us what we put in, there are no jackpots, no lottery tickets, no shortcuts
And those who win will always begin with a mind to finish whatever comes their way
Life rewards the fearless; not the fugitive, not the deserter, or the runaway

A Pursuit of Purpose

Standing at the center of nowhere
With eyes on a target that only the mind can see
Sniffing out a lingering scent only the heart can smell
From a place the feet has never been yet the soul recognizes
A path never before traveled yet so familiar
I follow an intimate trail from my future
My senses, I find, are perfectly au courant with my trackway
Knowing where to turn and how not to swing
What bliss, even the dead-ends are a Godsend
Then the night comes, when physical sight fails me
Nevertheless, I am guarded along the path of purpose
Steadily and steadfastly, I listen for that still small voice

The shameful thing about silence

Like we often say, “Silence is the best answer for a fool”
When in actual sense silence makes you look like the fool
And because this fact is rarely untrue
We have found ourselves in intelligent debates
That mostly hang our opponents out to dry
We shrug our shoulders, feeling accomplished
Sucking up our pride and smacking our lips
Completely subdued by the notion that silence isn’t always the best answer
That our tongue lashing opponent isn’t always the fool
So each time we would swap places, and give the opponent a new title – we make him the victim of our feigned muteness
Whilst becoming the fool ourselves

Friend or foe

Life is full of the ups and the downs
And the downtimes are great for reflecting
Fantastic when you have a goal,
Tempting for hasty decisions when you don’t have a clue
Anger and pain they say,
Are not the best states for making major decisions
Well, so is momentary solitude, it could be a slippery slope
When bombarded by a thousand thoughts
Usually the first instinct is to push a familiar button
Call up an old acquaintance, indulge
And the dog returns to its vomit
Long after we’ve been bitten, we realize the truth
That we can’t make the leopard change his spots
Not so much as we can make the fish love the shore
Man know thyself

How much time have we got?

We don’t have our whole lives ahead of us
That is why we waste so much time gambling
We don’t have enough time on our hands
That is why we keep meddling
We don’t have free time
That is why we still procrastinate
We don’t have a couple more days
That is why we never make use of the present moment
We don’t have time at all
That is why we never get anything done
We only have today