Olúwafèyíṣarámi

The Basic Questions: Marriage 101 Marriage.... I really am just pondering... I wonder... Some choices really have to be made when one is unsure of the route that everyone is taking. That choice is to pause, investigate and then push forward. I'm certain that sounds like something we would do ordinarily; but in truth, when it comes to the issue of marriage amongst other things, we never want to think. Rather, we would do as it is being done. But the question really is, how do we come about these things? Where did we find them? What exactly was the intent of the mind that came about these concepts? Is it the same thing that we see all around? What are the similarities and what are the questions? Marriage.  A mystery.  A word too lofty for even the greatest minds. A concept the wise have been made foolish over. And the learned have come to naught. The theologians of old couldn't understand it. and even those in search of truth only grazed its sur...

THE QUESTIONS of the BEGINNING I have always felt that I was special to God...I always was assured within me of his special interest and love towards me as an individual. And every single day, I wake up with something to look forward to...walking in the awesomeness of that presence...the confidence of just knowing that he is there with me. And everyday, all I wanted was to love him more and know him more....I wanted to see him face to face and embrace him. I wanted to move beyond the abstractness of the unseen to the 'physicality' of the seen. I wanted to bridge the gap between the him I knew personally and the abstract and almighty being that was taught in sunday school. And I went in search of him...and day by day, the more I knew, the more I needed to know....so much so that I had to get to redefine all that I knew. A redefinition of all that I thot I knew. I grew up learning first abt good and bad. What is good? If I know this, then I know what is bad. Right? Whe...

We dance around the tables, Laughing and having the time of our lives. Cruising around town just to have a feel of the day's breeze... Nothing and yet everything brings contentment. It just was. Simple. Satisfying. Scary. Then the rollercoaster came. And all that was became nought. All was tested and it failed. And all that remained were the lessons in the ruins. The blue, the grey and the black. Now, its a new day, time and season. All has become new. Redefinitions made, boundaries reset. I elevated you to friendship. But we settled for the 'wingman theory'. For peace, that was all you wanted, it was all I would give. And peace reigned. For years. Many years and more... And yet, Right beneath the surface was the unattended question; Unscratched but perfect. The starting point of 'everything new'. The how's, the why's and the what if's stay perpetually dead And in its stead, a new house is built. One that is deserving of that ...

How can I go to the altar to sacrifice knowing that my sister is angry with me? How do I apologise more than this? I was cold Yet u didn't cover me. I was sick And you paid me no face. Even if there be animosity, can you find it in you to forgive? My sister, my sister...I need you to cover me. Without blood, I know there is no remission of sin...so if I shed my blood, will it make the difference? All the sins I might have committed against you and all that you hold against me, If I give you my whole life, will you be happy? If I put my life in your hands, what will you do with it? My sister, my sister, will you be my sister still? What if Every one of the causes were eliminated? What if all the what if's were no more And you could look at me and see me as I am? What if you could look at me and see that I am the greatest fuckup there is and I need you to cover me? If you don't always expect me to fall, would you not take your time to ask me questions? S...

To you my friend, I raise my glass I celebrate all that you are to me And all that you are in yourself. You put a smile on my face just the same way you discipline; I am assured and secure in the truth of our friendship The depth I crave, I have found it therein. I hit what we have on every side and I find no hollow. Now, I see that possibility in all that we preach We have become these words We are the flesh these words have become. I thank God for u my brother, my friend. Come war, come celebration, I see you by my side. I know I can fight alongside you and you will cover me And I know that during celebration, we will feast and be merry together. In truth alone, we have stood. In truth and without self, we have helped the other grow. Over the years, it has become clearer. I appreciate you, L. And though you r not here in person, we thank God for technology...we connect yet I miss the little things still. To you my bro, I raise my glass. Cheers!

Mission accomplished? I applaud you. Because you really did get to me. There is that place where When someone does something to you You don't have to feign it. You just are simply indifferent; untouched. This is where I figured I was until you happened. There is this other place Where no matter how I feign indifference The hurts and emotions seep through It rises high, up my neck and up to my face But that's just because I care. I have realized how valuable you are to me. I have been to 'angry land' and I'm back But in all of that, I cannot but care.

That moment when all becomes awkward And all that darkness is supposed to cover Becomes infused with light. I'm sure you know what I am on about Because it has happened to you before or even to someone you know. Like the Yoruba adage says: "those things that we do not want the father to hear, will eventually be settled by him." meaning, those things that you think are secret, many people who know you would rather hush and look on in amusement at your folly and the eyes that see into the darkness laughs in wait... until that moment when you see that you do need help. that's what i am talking about; that moment when the hunter becomes the haunted. walking hand-in-hand  on the streets with unfamiliar eyes; locking lips where there are no tongues to wag; being crazy just because there is no one to be the alarm, going down the mountain when one should be ascending. our fears keep us locked up in things that would draw us perpetually down rather than lift...