Olúwafèyíṣarámi

The beast is in every man All it waits for is an opportunity to present itself And the other side is manifested. It's so easily suppressed when opportunity is far Yet easy to point at another and criticize When his own opportunity is near. But time and chance happens to every man. What is in man will be made manifest. I have made this mistake far too many times. You have insulted me far more than anyone I have known. I can point to your speck because I have conquered my log. I have seen the beast in me and it is easy to recognize in another, even if suppressed. It is the way. The only way. It is the way of love. It is the way of empathy. It is the place of wisdom. It is never the place for knowledge. Knowledge still has a lot to learn without knowing it does.  Knowledge is light that has not become one with you. It is selfish. It puffs up. It thinks its way is the way things should be done. This is why it will always think it knows, and seeks for the praise of man...

The mind works in wonderful ways. We run from our fears by building a defense against possible sources of threats [and chances of being hurt] and attacking the source of the possible threat. You fear losing her. you are afraid that she will reject you. And in other to protect yourself against that, you push her away [rejecting her before she does it to you], so that her chances of rejecting you is slim. But you forget that underlying the fear of rejection is the fear that you may lose her. And pushing her away is a sure good way of losing her.  Nobody likes rejection. It has never been easy to take rejection. It was never designed to be pleasant. But it was designed to be a tool of learning, and of growth.  Now, after protecting yourself, you lose her.  You lose every gist, every detail of all that you could have shared. You are not heart broken, but you are still shattered. What you fear, you have become the architect who made it happen. This learning...

If this isn't love, then what is? Fifteen years is no joke, the many years we've been friends and then some. I remember that we were introduced by a mutual friend and then we were reading partners and then you became a friend I could rely on to tell me the truth come what may. I remember .... We were dating at the time. We had a meeting where we, along with another "couple" were to decide on the theme for the next meeting. We were  the only two couples in the fellowship at  the time. Somehow, we came up with the theme, reconciliation. This theme led us to do loads of research and even writings. It was a lot of work but we did well. Little did we know that this word we declared would test us.... Everything we supposedly learnt during this time, came back to check if they were mere words or if we truly believed. Fights came up, offenses rared it's head and each of us even had to go back to his/her tent to reset. We split from couples to individuals, we some...

I wake up each day with an awareness of the drama around me. I am not blind to the emotions, neither am I without my own emotions and questions. Some things I know, other things, I am just learning. The things I know, I do because someone taught me. Who I have become, someone had to bear the shame for me; had to shed blood; had to carry a cross, to be misunderstood, hated, lied on and fought off....... just because He saw the One in me. I call him my mentor. But, oh, he is my father. For the One, he will do everything necessary....unless I stopped being a potential son. What is the point of making an exception when it will make no difference? What is the point of loving you, when all you see is pain? What is the sense in taking you by the arm even though you have legs, when all you will see is frustration that is being deliberately inflicted? What then is the point in it all? What is the point when all you see is me deliberately trying to throw you under the bus? How can we be anyth...

She's been asked a lot quite recently why she's gone quiet. Is it for lack of things to say? Or are words not doing justice to convey? Maybe. What are words when they fail to hit their mark? What are fights when iron refuses to sharpen iron? She's learning that nothing is personal. Everything is to make her stronger even in death. And to teach another even in her momentary shame. In time, everything will find it's place. 

This season of sorts. Myriad thoughts race through my mind as I struggle for the right words to convey this feeling inside me. I feel like a mother who just lost a child. I carry the pain of the labour and the loss. The pain is sharp and deep, affecting every organ in my body and leaving me weak. My tears are dry but I moan in weakness and hurt. My child...... I ache from the loss of you. I may not have birthed you physically, but the labour of training, of debugging the system of old interpretations and updating it, is just as vigorous. It definitely took its toll on me. Am I angry? Oh yes. I am angry for not being able to scream at the top of my lungs and tell everyone who does not understand this loss, off. I am angry because of decisions I may have made differently. I am angry because I may have spoon-fed you rather than jump-started you. Besides anger, is a numbness and disinterestedness that is enveloping me. To cook, eat, sleep and the works. The only things that seem cons...

Time.... These few weeks have opened my mind to new realities. Yes, it is easy to say certain things when it is not close to home. But when certain things happen to you, it hit you better. I know it hard to hear stuff like this, and even harder to embrace. How do you tell a mother that her child was never her child? Or that she was just a guardian for the little while he grows up to make his own decisions and step into the realization of what he should be. All she needs to do is birth him physically and guide him. How do you tell a Mary that Jesus was never hers, after carrying the baby in her womb for 9 whole months? How do you console her when the child is taken away when the time is due? Oh I still mourn him..... I still cry at the way things have turned....we all do. I still watched my mum shed tears today and I can't imagine how my uncle and Aunt would feel. But I hold on to one truth ..... I came to this earth to fulfill a purpose. That I am a wife, a mother, etc. is a...