Olúwafèyíṣarámi

‘I crawl through my blinding tears. As my heart wrenches with my sobs Confusion nags at me As I am just a platform In between two towers Of great significance in my existence. I feel like ‘that’ poison all over again That lures its victim unto death Only this time, I myself taste Of the killing-dying effect That poison leaves in its aftermath And I am shaken beyond understanding My tears rain down Yet, I know it’s not for me alone But for the towers as well as the platform For each position we occupy In this formation called purpose To stand together even in death; else fall.’   

We are coming into a place where the educational system along with many other systems will fail All as we know them right now will come to nought. There is a place we will get to where all the money in this world would not matter. the money spent on your children will cease to matter. What will matter and what will make the difference will be the word we had received over the lives of these kids and guided them to walk in; The quality that will divide will be in the prophetic openings over the lives of these kids. No school can impart that quality through education. But in setting their feet where they should be... strategically positioning them in God Separating them from all else that reeks of a "Mob Mentality" Making them grounded in the different way that provided the word In which the Fathers reckoned with in the scriptures had treaded. His way...

i am not in any way better than you, I only seem to be because I have gone this route before. Oh yes, I seem to know what you should do Only because I have gone through the same. In anger, frustration and pain. From the deep recesses of these, I made decisions to soothe my pain Vinegar to numb my soul It stopped being about the Lord All I gunned for was my own goal. Yet Mercy showed up Mercy found me. Opened me up to see the selfishness in me And showed me a new way.... Paved a path into being a new man.