Olúwafèyíṣarámi

The answer is pretty simple. First admit that you are entangled. Then be true to yourself that you can't help yourself. Naturally as humans, we tend to lie to ourselves that it's not so bad. And then we continue by telling ourselves we can handle it....until it becomes the story on everyone's lips and can't be hidden any longer. Shame sets in....and things get ugly but why wait till it gets so bad? Get friends or wise people that can help stand between you and the one you are entangled with. It may take some time to purge yourself of the person but hey, who is rushing? Love, Lust or any emotional entanglement for that matter, has a funny way of latching onto the heart and not letting go easily. Tell me about it and I will be more than happy to let you know that I’ve been there. So don't give me that crap about not being able to do anything about it. That is so not true. If you hear that the person has some kind of contagious disease, wo...

How beautiful the colours of friendship All the colours, none missing. The bright, the wild, the tearful, the dull...name it. At the beginning, we see just a part Fuschia- not wild red yet full of emotions as close, A colour bright enough to attract and distract... And yet as we journey on, many other parts are revealed The blue- sweet baby blue....daring enough to pop Yet humble enough to entrust all. Yellow- happy go lucky...no care in the world. Green, an all round growth Black,  bold, scarred and mature. These are the colours of our friendship and more... Till we get one whole. Friendship, The ship that only friends can gain access A two-way ticket that must have a fulcrum. True this all seem like parables But its not. I only knew in part.... Cream... With purity in view but Yellow sparks still creep in at odd moments. I only knew how I...

Sometimes, I wish I could scream my head off I wish I could rise to my defense And justify myself before my accusers But you, O lord has forbidden me And you said you will rise to my rescue. How much longer do I have to wait? How much longer do I have to be the villain? How much longer do I have to watch as everything is stripped from me I shake my head at the wonders before me And the decisions being made as a reaction Especially as I haven't said anything to soothe any ego Or risen to defend all the accusations. Am I not human? Have I no feelings? Yet all I can do is watch and cry as you allow all that I have loved to be taken away. Still I am learning to trust in you. If I shouldn't talk, then maybe you will fight for me. If it is taken away, maybe it never was mine to have. If it never ceases to look at me through your eyes, Then perha...

Sometimes, I wonder where you went Other times, I can't fathom what got cold. All I know is that everything is somewhat sour. And I stand gaping at the void in my heart... Trying to get how to mend it. But in truth, it was always like this. And it shouldn't matter one wink now that it's the same. Why did I ever think things will ever be different? It's true that I dreamt that it'd all have a fairytale ending. How silly. Still, a girl is allowed to dream. Isn't she?

When things do not work according to set plans It shows there may be a need to re-strategize I need a freshness... Away from the past that have chosen not to be gone and away from those who ought to know but don't. I'm tired of these results. Perhaps I need to wait But everyone has an elastic limit. Mine is way exceeded. And though I'm playing along, My mind is made up And I am not going back. I owe it to myself to be whole And I owe it to whoever gets to be my friend To learn to know me for me. .. Without bias or corruption. And I am more than ready to take the risks. who said the known devil is better than the unknown angel? I think i will take my chances. I owe it to me to try.

I love you and I am right here... My heart bleeds for you. ..because I feel what you feel. My heart also rejoices because I feel his hand upon your life. Working on setting your gaze on him alone. I see him at work Removing all that has hedged you...cutting off all your comfort zones. And making the statement that he alone is God. Can you hear him? Are you still waiting for another sign? Are you looking for another Christ that suits your present knowledge? May the spirit guide you... And take you through a journey that will never leave you the same. You will see you and tremble at the wickedness in you. And through that knowledge of you, take your rightful place in leading your family. I can only show you the door. You have to be the one to walk through it. I love you.

There are many words and many expressions but you never can force a heart to yearn...it only takes a desperation; it takes one to have no other choice than to run to his maker. I do not have the right words...neither can i show you as I would've loved to without your trusting the one who has brought me thus far.... He has taken me through a journey and now I know the way...maybe not to the end but I know how i got here and i am willing to show you. ...only problem is that I can't do it without your consent. Still I journey on into the uncharted realms trusting that he will lead me through. Trust. Faith. Belief. How much more can one love? I had hoped that my story wouldn't just be a story to you.  I have said all there is to say. ..yet only tge person that has the spirit of God can the spirit draw. .. Was i wrong about you? Did he not show me that you're the one? Yet, every human has a will. .. It takes something extra to let go and let God. Brokenness... The...

The way to life passes through the path called truth. We walk that path by faith... Trusting the unseen. To follow you i have learnt requires a stripping. ..For nothing in this world,not even wisdom is useful on that journey to you. The wise looked for you through the logic of this world And the scholars failed to acknowledge the spirit. Hmmm...my people perish for lack of knowledge. .. And those that found him were the tax collectors and illiterates of their days... Common sense and brilliance just couldn't get anyone there. Shouldn't that tell me and you something? There are no words to reveal There is no high sounding grammar Neither is there anything else born of the earth that has any part in his truth... Coming to him, he is sure to strip of all that is earthly...be reborn in the spirit. This is a journey...it never happens by professing some words. When you get on the track, you just know. Everything will go through the fire And only that which is him...

IT IS TIME I see you I know what you are looking for. I know what keeps you awake all night. I know because I also looked for it… Forget all that you think you know. Because it won’t help you here. And it is not too late inspite of your choices. I know this because you are alive. Trust me. Trust God. You are the point of focus right now. Will you follow the pointer? It is time. I can show you the way. It won’t be an easy ride….perhaps, the most difficult ride of your life But it will be worth it all…. Forget all you have known… You cannot afford to mix the new waters with the old. It won’t work. Can you mix dirty water with clean and still expect to have clean water? No. Every coat of shroud that has enveloped you will be stripped…one after the other. Every dirt will be washed off….and your wickedness exposed. Can you afford to lose it all? It is your call. Ask your questions….make the choice. I knock… it is time.

I am like your shadow I'm with you wherever you go It is hard to shake me off as long as there's light I sleep with you and wake with you you feel the intimacy yet do not understand it Because you cannot touch it, its sacred... It is not something the grown human mind can grasp. But can you be as a child and willingly embrace it. Make the most of the light while it can still be found. Like a shadow I'm stuck on you For the little while there is light When night comes, I'll be long gone...I shall retire. For that path you will tread alone Or better still, I will be your unseen and unheard companion...urging you on to the next ray of light. I am the light. But I can only show you the way... It is left for you to actually walk it.

It is said to be easy to lie to oneself   And easier to swim along d tides of denial   One may even build a haven   Within the confines of one's beliefs   BUT we know that   Truth will always find a way   And Love,the trophy.

February 8, 2011 Public Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom moi famille FGGC Akure See all lists... feggicola Pan African University Family Acquaintances Go Back I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; Taste defines a kiss. Your buds respond to each kiss As a reflection of the depth anticipated Ever before the first intimate encounter. I believe in kisses. They always have a story to tell; They always have a story to tell; Every kiss means something Some just mean more than others.

May 10, 2011 at 12:21am Public Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom moi famille FGGC Akure See all lists... feggicola Pan African University Family Acquaintances Go Back Even if the men of God go blind And the wise men speak one voice of great untruth; Even when we think we do outsmart the prophets, Or we belittle their anointing to their weaknesses; God sees,He knows And all that He knew outside of time He will reveal here in a matter of time... The curtains will fall Most definitely the drama will be over Then we all will see Those things that will survive stay unshakable The truth cannot be helped. We will see as it all is. Stay tuned... The drama is yet on

August 3, 2012 Public Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom moi famille FGGC Akure See all lists... feggicola Pan African University Family Acquaintances Go Back Its never about personalities If something in me stays untried Or undone by the father He sends a hand or tool To push me right back into the fire That I may find refinement. Can I then judge a person For being the father's tool? Am I not the better for it?! The tool itself will be scorched From pushing another into the fire And will have to be refined in itself. Your learning curve is only complete When you see the father's hand at work. The clamour for love at the beginning Becomes sour when we weigh one another Without the measuring rod called, The Father Things fall into perspective As we journey through... That is when the sweetness we see today Becomes the dragon that spits fire tomorrow . What changed? What brought the change? The Father's fire. So the que...

Public Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom moi famille FGGC Akure See all lists... feggicola Pan African University Family Acquaintances Go Back Virtue can't be bought nor brought from the womb. Mine is wrought from processes that have scarred me into this beauty I have become. Call to wisdom in the streets... her worth is more than many rubies... What could she be doing on the streets if her worth is truly valued? No glitters, no gongs, no noise. Virtue...Wisdom...the Woman.

the forbidden fruit.... sweet, justifiable, desirable fruit... it is called forbidden because it is not mine for the taking...and i know...but i want it...even if it is just a bite... I look longingly at it and desire it for my taking...so much so that all the consequences that come with it vanish insignificantly....(covetousness?) for all the fruits I have always plucked and eaten, the story ends as always the same way. I always knew how the story would end... and that is why it is ever so easy to pursue... It is forbidden...meaning that it is not yours to have...meaning that at some point you have to let it go... and without hitch you do...because it is replaceable. no hard feelings. some things you can afford to lose, others you can't. just make sure that you do not partake of a forbidden fruit that has a hook in it....the unusual forbidden fruit. the forbidden, they say is usually very sweet and yes it is. there is a thrill, an excitement in knowing that the fruit y...

I have long asked questions and wondered at the many things that I see on the earth. Deep inside me, there is a longing for something much more; far much more than what my parents ever had; far more... Far much more than what I see all around… But ask me what it was I was aiming for at the time and I had no words to explain… I just knew there was something in me that needed to be satisfied…something in me yearned for something more...i just couldn’t be satisfied. The hole was just too deep. And no matter what I did or how I did it or how deep I went, it just was never enough. I could get drunk, get high, I could have sex all day and all night and the void wouldn’t shift one bit. I would change the persons and environment and come up with creative innovations and expend so much energy just to get some relief and fulfilment. Yes the relief came…a temporary release…that returns almost immediately. This was me. But what was it I lacked? I asked. And I sobbed into my pillow ...

Look in the mirror. What do you see? Do you see the beauty you have become? Look into the half full jug (of water). What do you see? Do you see a half-filled jug or a half empty one? What do you live for? What pursues you? What nags at your mind? What is that thing that haunts you but you never want to think about? What is that one thing you will rather drown with other noises but if need be, you package it well in presentation. And at the end, still feel like a fraud, deep down yet trying to soothe your wounded being. Easily missed; almost too conspicuous for comfort; A loud ovation and a warm and giving heart … You never can do things half-way. Rather, your back will be bent until you have it all done. You work hard at not letting yourself and those around you down…you never set your standard below those high expectations. And it does work for you….and it has become you. Everyone knows and refer to you in that regard. It is you. You enter into a place and the whole p...