Olúwafèyíṣarámi

today i saw a butterfly. and i remember the good old days, the few overwhelmingly happy times i remember.me and my cousins,every holiday will camp at our grandparents and will take long walks during the evenings.we run into the large field just across the road and run in search of butterflies and ladybugs. each butterfly had its own unique beauty.none was exactly the same as the other and neither was any of the bugs exactly the same as the other. it was always wonderful to breathe in the field and feel the last bit of the sun before it sets in.and then, it hit me that i didn't enjoy these moments more even though i cherish and relish them so much. i cannot count my happy moments without the moments spent with you. forgiveness is the power you hold in your hands to move beyond the past into the future; it gives the strength to wholesomeness. this note is to my friend who means so much to me but always thinks that i think that all is a game to me and that the ball is in someone...

I just learnt today one great thing. I am not perfect and even though this is not a new revelation of myself, I realize that I still think within me to prove myself by being the best of me to people and hoping not to mess up at all. But guess what? these imperfections make us who we are, give us our flavours, make us stronger by revealing these flaws to us. I may have offended my friend or messed up big time but the truth is only a perfect person is entitled to a perfect friendship or anything perfect for that matter. I am the most imperfect person you can get but that doesn't mean I am less true or give myself less to the friendship.I have been true.I am true. And so is all that is me.if I can choose from my deep recesses to accept you and make you my friend, even with all your imperfections, then I will not expect anything less of you. We strive to get better and though I hope for a better you, how better to know ourselves if we do not go through these processes? We go through p...

Misery calls unto misery and press in on every side; my tongue has lost its taste for food and my eyes overflow with tears. My questions smother me, piling up unanswered. I wait for some miracle. I trust your hand to uphold me; I have seen the mighty fall and lord, only by your mercies am I even here. How then can I dare say that I choose by myself to stand, is it not your grace holding me? Even when all go according to my own plans, can I then be offended at you? In my craziest moments, did u not still embrace me? How then would I dare take forgranted this love? By your mercy, o lord, save me. Teach me how to be renewed. Teach me your ways and plant my feet on the ancient paths. Take me to your way. Make me and your will ONE.

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.

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.

No matter how much a fish enjoys time here on land   Is crowned queen and showered with all its riches;   She still will   Most definitely   Out of necessity   And in time,   Return to her domot.   The water must tug at her heart.   You can so much as adorn a pig   Clothe him and sit him with princes   Elevate his status amongst men   It all will cease to make sense   With time;   He will   Most definitely   Out of a necessity;   Grunt on till he finds his domot.   The sty will always call.