Olúwafèyíṣarámi

It's just stupid when smo has it all and still wants to eat you with all he has. Simply put, it's a nice mix of greed, selfishness and arrogance. Human.... Yet we speak of love Like it's coals we heap together to make bonfire And once we're tired, we splash some water on the coals to quench it. And next, we're looking for the next sweet landing, The next high... Just something to satisfy for now....and to tell me I've  still got game. And after that, you're still left empty, unsatisfied and guilty. It's a rat race And believe me when I say it's got you at its claws And you are a slave to it. No matter how you run or try to be clean It still has you by the balls, Squeezing tight Until you can't but be at its mercy. It's got you by the balls. And there's nothing you have that will equip you from breaking free. If you could, you would have.

The bliss of ignorance, Is without excuse. Ignorance has no power to save from perishing In the face of the power of knowledge

In this day, there is a redefinition of things Everything is changing Everything is new. Who is my brother? Who is the same seed as me? What are we going to hand over to the next generation? One once defined it as the one who does the father's will. Another categorised seed from seeds... But have you seen the matrix? Unfortunately, no one can be told what it is... It will find you if you really want it to. One's eyes just has to be open to see it, the Truth. Until your eyes hurt from first usage, You yet haven't seen a thing. You are yet a slave, unfreed. Was Cypher a brother? Was Judas a brother? So, though they partook of the same plate,  But did they really partake of the same stuff ? Indeed what goes into a man never defiles him But that which comes from within him. So,  though they spoke the same language, were they of the same source? Did they drink of the same well? Are they of the same process of birth? Were th...

Indeed, ignorance is bliss. Peace of mind,  Still, when the war comes, There is no excuse. My friend says to me today: The more we seek, the more we know the more we know, the more you have to yet know. Knowledge is power but power can destroy Therefore, in other words, without seeking, there is no knowledge; without knowledge there is no power, without power, there are less chances of being destroyed without power, there is every tendency to be vulnerable. Ignorance is living each day as it comes. Not trying to connect the wonder dots, Not going after a white rabbit you know not where it may end; Trying hard not to fail, Staying in  the known. Wanting answers handed to them, these eaters, They stay as breast suckers, never eating meat. Never knowing the worth attaining this treasure....

1. I am on a battlefield A fight that i cannot win on my own. The bond of brotherhood drives me on Knowing that we will always join ranks And keep the other afloat. My greatest arsenal. Chorus: I've got this love That I cannot deny Its colours are of you and you and you A bright light that covers who we are. 2. Our mission is to pierce the still dark To move away from light revealed toward home. Within the belly of the deep dark lies the price. There, our inheritance awaits. My home. Chorus: I've got this love That I cannot deny Its colours are of you and you and you A bright light that covers who we are.

I once was worried. Really worried and a tad angry. Now I see the wisdom in his silence. I see what he was trying to make me see. The folly of the natural... The fickleness of man... The mirage of emotions.  A house not built with human hands A house built on divine wisdom. Gathering all resources, assuring the quality. Only the things that will survive the Father's fire  Are worth coupling together.  The best, we will give to the Lord. No compromise.  Beyond logic, There you are. Those things that have taken my present focus You have shown is just the smokescreen.  The problem lies way beneath the surface. .. Beyond logic Beyond what my human mind can dig up.  But it's there. Yet in my foolishness, I apply logic  I look at the issue before me And no matter how hard I try It seems its never ending. ... I choose you Over logic, I choose to trust and obey I will wait on you Until you come. ...

Becoming Never is by default It takes intricate learnings Lots of ice breaking And pushing in the face of hurdles Even more,  swimming against the tide. To be a leader,  first be the servant of all.... To be a wife, first find the beauty of being a female. To be a husband, first be a male. To be a father,  first be the Son. To be a teacher,  Submit to being the learner. Like a wave ... The deeper,  the higher... The dirtier the gold, the greater the refining process...and the purer the outcome. It all works together. Nothing lost. Becoming... An emerging path, Terra Incognita, The first to step in it will christen it. And create a culture therein. One step at a time. I want this. Yes. But I know it's not what I do. It is who I am that counts for what I do will flow from who I am. He deserves the best of the flock. It's not about me... I must remember always that it is about him... Giving him pleasure.. Learn to be as he is Le...

It is okay to take the back seat And allow the other draw the lines. I'll pretend like I know nothing But make do with all that you open up Yet a part of me wishes That you would drop your high and mighty ego And see what I see.... But how can you see beyond your pain? I dont know what you want to build with offences? I have seen the failed friendship. Even brotherhood has failed. What then is left? Though love is true, I refuse to give vinegar for your cross Though my heart breaks for you I know this path is a must If the tomorrow I've seen is true. I trust it to see you through this phase. I trust it to bring you home. I believe in you. If you are the one,  as everything has pointed so far, I trust that all you have gone through will carry you through this kairos. Become!

Its dark in here but the switches have no knobs when there were no words, counsel flowed in streams. Now the words are here and the counsellors have gone to sleep. Awake Sir. Rise up and hear me. Knock knock!! Pardon my time wasting... I have it now. How long do I have to wait? How do I submit without running through my supervisor? How will the internal supervisor ever defend my choices before the panel? It is the same. One step at a time. I guess at the point of submission, the release to speak will come And the ears to hear too. In the mean time, let me keep sharpening these hidden words.

Words, where are you?  Hear me my heart, Be still and trust that he is God. That he has a plan for the very best. Again, I have to watch,  bleed silently and let go. Peradventure, you will be the Neo who'd return. To liberate my doubts. Or just one of the Smiths Who always seem to have a backup plan.  Bleed. How much more? In teary silence Unspoken responses I watch as time folds Weighted words long awaited Finds no medium of conveyance. I'm pregnant with words. But no one to take the birth. Time has played a fast one.  So I sit and bleed away... Else, walk on and never stop.

You speak And I'm expected to listen Oh, wonderful orator! You speak And I'm  expected to trust (that what is said is absolute), I am expected not to process the thought Let alone, disagree. But I dare to speak And just as suddenly, We speak different tongues, And cry for interpreters to come to our aid. I slowly speak, Yet my words reach you on a different frequency What possibly will you have me say? Either I dance to your tune Or else, I'm toying with your destiny? You speak, Or is it possible I am the one not hearing rightly? How did we get here? When did translators become a norm? Lord knows I'm not over this. But this is where we are... This is the colour of our friendship Or whatever 'this' is This is what we have become. I watch on as this drama unfolds.

Wish I could say what really is going in Wish I could tell you That I've had no release to reply Wish I could tell u just how I feel inside Wish you could see that I am a mess. And would rather say a million things While saying nothing. ... For either way, I doubt it makes a difference. All that is required is an answer I don't readily have. I wish I did though.... For I'm gonna miss you. I wish I could break protocol And give you the first kiss To send you forth and bring you back home. But I guess he has some other plans. It has to be your choice. So I take the back seat I'm choosing to wait Not even this can ruin it for me. For I have lived my whole life That the Father may be pleased. I won't trade that future for anything. I'll trust even in tears. I'll hope even against hope. Irrespective of the outcome.

At the crossroad, A yes or no would do... But it just has to be difficult for me, You just had to be silent over this matter. I have cried many times To the Lord who knows all And is all.... And yet,he stays mute. What do I do that I haven't done? I've got my fears....but they aren't excuses They are just reasons that have drawn the borders of our relationship My haven is cracking And I'm scared, Yet my heart's opened up to bigger possibilities And Lord knows I hate what it's doing to you too. But I'm helpless here,clueless even. But why Lord are you still? I'm bowed. I have no words... I miss my 'friend' As I have for the many years we have been. Yet wait I must. Not wound an already hurting heart. If ever I wanted to play games, In the wide open field, I could have...but that me is dead Along with the season. I have nothing in me that can do that. Remember many seasons ago, You all played this game but me. I w...

Hello. I knocked at your door for so long But had to leave. Perhaps the long awaited answer could have sufficed Perhaps not. But light would have been shed on the path ahead And more so,on the path we thought we'd left behind. The way into the holy of holies Can never be open Until all that is the past and present is truly torched... And it will be. For nothing less sill stand. A walk down the road A walk down the past A walk down memory lane An open can of worms A bait for catching the morrow The beginning of healing A journey into wholeness. A journey into truth... Freedom. How can you truly love without these? How can you love another Without a proper definition Of your relationship with Christ? For u can only love as much as he has shown you... I'm gone now... With my words, And my tears.... And you'd be gone In pursuit of something you know not And still you think you do. I'm humbled by it all And I don't have to have words....

Learning from my friend How easy it is to point fingers And forget to light your own base. Yet everyone can see it's folly. Hanging on to mere principles Without the flow of the Spirit Is like walking with closed eyes. What sets you apart as a follower of this path? Hence the shout about "consciousness "... Now a word with little weight. The lampstand Without the system of the olives Is just strength and might Something to boast about. Self. Empty gong, Where is thy base? Can you pause a moment to see you? Know thyself. 

Sometimes, we see the need to acquire Yet do not see its worth. Other times, we see product amongst products, And fail to see the product of products. The song of songs....Selah

The Lord woos his bride. There is a place for Solomon to woo his beloved. There is a place for proving that you are worthy of her. She needs to be convinced to go with you on that journey. Again, you need to make an effort; Not just throw it at her feet and gloat at her shortcomings. Yet play around as usual, frolicking without remorse. Waiting to point out that you are in the right Supposedly, the one who knows what he is doing To be respected, listened to as Lord of all. How dare you play God? When even God whom you claim to emulate Is focused on his bride Without pride. How dare you ask the question of a lifetime Without total conviction in your heart? Oh, you were asked to wait for the proper moment? That wait was for you, not me My count starts from the moment you pop the question. And Lord knows I am far from being convinced. You have laid it on the table. I have heard you....take it or leave it...it does not matter to me. You may have meant well. but it s...

Where do i turn? To whom do I cry? To those who want to hear me and be there for me? Or do I just trust this phase? I'm scared it will leave me a certain way.... And I don't want to snap. I want to be able to open my heart.... Thats my cry. I've opened something in me again Something I thought had died. I'm scared of it But I'm embracing it. You asked that I did. And I am. This new terrain I'm learning anew Still it looks like every step towards it Is many steps away from reaching it. So it's hurting me all over again. Breaking my heart to tiny bits. . Only now it's easier and shorter to shutdown. Easier from having being stripped like that too many times. Wish I could talk to you about it Wish I could be less guarded than you. Wish I could be myself and fling myself in trust Wish I could make my decision known now. Wish you could hold me and tell me you understand Wish you could see me without taking offence Wish u could s...

The same old dragon Showing it's face at every new phase Yes, the form may be different But it's the same....same lies. A hug... Mere, but how could I not have seen it? But is it really the hug? No. It is me. There's something inside of me That cries to belong, A yearning that changes form and character But ever present to rear its ugly head. It is not about you. It never has been. It is about me. About that thing within that I can't seem to shake off

Another has come. Just like the former. Destiny's movie. Will she say yes? Drama at play And the cast forget they are role playing We forget to live like he with no wife To buy something as though not ours to have To live a life of continuous fasting. A question to be answered A burden in my chest Too long, this axe in water I rip it out,this heart. And just mere wood will call forth the axe-head. Just like before, I let go of it And freedom comes to stay Far above..much more. .. Peace.

And here I am once again, My heart breaking in pieces My song shattering to bits Just because I really dared to feel I dared to be tired And my strength wavered. Mouths may run with ideas and diagnosis I brought his on myself. For a moment, I forgot I have no wisdom for this new place... This truly was inevitable. Now I have to unbuild it all And allow this shattering again. Just so you, you and you and even me can be saved from this unending drama. Lest all our previous work be in vain. Broken I may be But ready to go that mile Nothing short of life. I don't expect my heart to understand Or to love me back for this I don't even care if any of you see That it was all for the best. This drama must end here. I have no strength to go through it again. I have no words to say I'm sorry Yet I  hope the message reaches you loud and clear I am all sold out....the tentacles of my emotions raging, Yet for this cause, The foundation must be firm That ...

Hello February, The one I love but never knew. My sister, my love. Caught your message in the wind I smile. Same story, different perspectives. You were the beautiful rose of liberation My first step into the journey to truth. Truth eventually became the goal,not the steps to it. I learnt to live again. Hard it may be for you to understand But on the journey of discoveries, I'm praying you find what I found. Healing. Peace. Truth. Love. Life. And the dawning would follow. Never would I want to remind you of the hurts of yesterday. Every step no matter how hard, Was taken in love. I wouldn't give u less than what I've found Cos you deserve far more. Again, our paths may cross It may not be as I think it would Nor as you envisage But if it ever does, I hope you'll be ready. It has been one hell of a heady ride. But at the end, is life as you have never seen it. The colours of perfection. Love u still.

Can it just be me? Can this smile break free without tears? Can this sunshine just last a moment on me? Breaking free from the known All traditions giving way painfully Cutting me in places I never thought possible. Slicing me and tearing me to bits without remorse Bruises, blood and a reminder of how cold death could be. Deep, I know. but it is just how I felt being ripped apart. My screams still resonating in my ears... Yet, I'm alive. I breathe....or at least try and keep trying. This is a new phase So I have been told And with it all my emotions break free I am raw I am overwhelmed I am lost I feel things anew, even things never thought possible. All that I had cried about, starts to ease But my mind just fails to understand the change Things that normally would have just been, now I am questioning Things that should make my smile burst, I am afraid to embrace I am so lost in the many years of lack that I do not remember how to embrace this much Or...

Same season Rains and drought. How can that be? Our hearts see the joys and await the birth... Two women, or are they three? 2 sides of one coin.... 2 different experiences, One life. One the one hand, Support through the uneasy times Even some help carry the burden And some bear most of the pain Just so the worst times Are never experienced alone. You were never  alone Love surrounds you... But today, you bear it all The day is here and the weight bears down Alone with the masked ones but not at heart, Giving shots to shield from the pains Even the prodding and the needles were seen, not felt Just before your eyes closed in sleep.. The tearing and the pulling The scraping and the cutting Through every layer and sewn all back together Each hand works efficiently, Each one does his job To birth this breach, And bring to the earth this newness ... And then it is over, and the cries ring loud Surrounded by blood. Lots of blood But within the blood is l...

Those times you feel dead And everything around has little meaning All meanings that had been found has vanished With the new demands placed on my life. I thought this was a new phase Is this part of being reborn? Why did this have to sour up my joy? I'm confused. What's going on? Why now....at this time of so much celebration? He has taken it all Every sense of pride Everything that is me to boast in And what's left? All I have is trust I may not understand it, but I trust That I'm in his hands and the best he yet shall do... Still, my heart questions everything My being shuts down Cold from inside out, I feel numb all over from the hurts And the lingering memory of pain... I feel love yet it's as far away as a dream I dream yet it is full of questions and unfilled gaps I cry yet it is not enuf to wash me clean from it all But somehow, I hope. Oh, I hope....hope for tomorrow. But for today, I just want to be held I want to feel, howeve...

This round world turning around its axis This turn table of life.... Oh, it turns, these cycles... It plays half and half in different directions. In one half is me doing all the dishing out In the other is me at the receiving end. What one gives, one must be near damn ready to take. Yes. What goes around does come around. Basic. Simple. Truth. But am I  ready to be tested with the same I tested another with? Forget that you were just a tool the father used to chastise his son You were a tool cos you can play that role Or why must you be that tool? So you also must learn from your role Yet, suffer the consequences of being the tool. Basic. Simple. Truth. Who was the first to cast the stone? Have you learnt? The table will turn, definitely. .. What would you do if someone throws the stone at you? You gloat over the fact that your friend's girlfriend loves you more... When the table turns and your wife seems to love your best friend more, What would you do t...

The New Year is here Bringing with it blessed January, the month of my birth. I did think I was reborn in December, didn’t I? I could feel it in my stride, in my breath and even in my dance. Yes, I can still feel it And on the 22 nd , there was my cue. It was declared true. I am reborn. I am the son. Far more than I could have asked for,  In one day… He would do what only he can do. That’s how we have always rolled, he and I. Now, it is time…. I am born anew! Celebrate with me!! It is a new day!!! It’s a new cycle!!!! Out of the bushels, Now the watchtower. Lifted high, too bright to hide. The Cheerleader.... Regenerative .  She is the one. The womb of relevance is born. No apologies. Leave them wondering…  mouths agape, Holding on to history Trying to make some sense of it, But as I have been told, Trash belongs to LAWMA. You lifted the veil Enough to have a glimpse of the most holy, My home. Oh, how I embrace...

I woke up late December Sometime around Christmas. And all we wanted to do was give the house a face lift. We did that all through the day Oh my! and wasn't I impressed with the outcome?!! I beamed up at the work we had poured ourselves into all day. Though my body ached with fatigue, Suddenly, a new wind blew in and everything took a new turn. Just like that and there was a new spring to my stride In a blink, and I have this new leap in my spirit. I dance. Oh, call me crazy but dance I will. Oh I dance. That’s how it all began And then I had to return to crazy Lagos… In Lagos traffic, terribly tired from the day’s work, I embark on the journey home Yet my smile did not dim, oh, not one bit! New songs overflow, while in traffic and on top of the crazy noise. New beat rang in my ears and instrumentals filled my soul And songs of praise and newness never seen flowed out There I knew I must be tapping from a different frequency… So, I bask...