Out of the Window

A lot of times I catch myself looking out of my window

I realize I am not looking at anybody, neither am I looking at a car or another object

I just kneel on the bed or in the sofa and peek through the window looking at nothing physical

Two days ago, I caught myself doing the looking again

Then it occurred to me

I look out of my window because I see beyond the physical

In my mind swims a flock of thoughts

I look out of the window and I reminisce over good times I have had

Out of the window, I see the days I hunched in pain and sadness

I remember the hugs, the resounding laughter I shared with some friends and the stupid fights we had

When I look out of the window, I wonder the next direction my feet will take me

I wonder again the people I may meet tomorrow

Which people will I meet when I step out of my door?

When I look out that window of mine, I hope in my heart to touch another heart

I hope to sooth your soul with my words

Out that window my eyes see beyond the physical

Those eyes see the strength I still have to:

Retake my Mistakes

Reach the Unreached

Do the Undone

Speak the Unspoken

Touch the Untouched

And

Love the Unloved

It is out of the Window I see beyond the visible

OUT OF THE WINDOW

©fafa nanewortor

Is it Negligence or is our Prejudice justified?

It’s as if we are all living in a world where we suspect someone for one thing or the other.

You sleep late at night and wake up with a headache; the next thing you say is someone used your head to play football at night;

You fail your exams after you did not put enough effort into your academic work and you tell me someone put cotton wool in your head;

What about when you spend your youthful age stuffing your digestive system with alcohol, and lots of “fry-fry” foods and end up with diabetes and paralysis, wont you be the same person to say someone put a charm on your seat in the office?

Girls and women drink all sorts of concoctions from grounded glass to strange looking herbal mixtures just to remove unwanted pregnancies and then when the pregnancy doesn’t show up when they need it, they blame their aunties, mothers and grannies for eating their babies.

You refuse to wipe the wet floor after a few drops of water find their way there while doing your chores and when you slip and fall flat at the same spot, you say the witches are at work again? Oh come off it!

Why would you leave a lit candle on your plastic or wooden table and when your apartment gets burnt, you say the enemies are throwing their missiles at you again? It is negligence for goodness sake.

Of course I know sometimes, there are spiritual forces that work against man’s ability to get to the top, but I believe that most of the negative experiences we have are aftermaths of certain negligent actions on our part at one point or the other. We need to therefore concentrate on taking charge of the little things that we can change so as not to be taken by surprise. 

It’s not always the work of witches and enemies that affect us; I can bet that a little action or inaction on our part can leave more scars and tears than what those we usually blame would do!

Think about it..... 

Her Mangled Mind

Oh my God I was feeling too lazy to drag myself out of bed but the many chores won’t allow me to go an extra hour of sleep. I wonder what I am even gonna share with you guys today, but let’s see.

I call this a collection of thoughts of a lady I’ve known almost all my life

Neither a poem nor a prose is it

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She woke up feeling worn out of worry

How does she start over again?

She falls in thought so deep her fears won’t let her out

It’s four and twenty years and she feels she only stepped a foot here

Her mind staggers on accepting the true image

''But how?'' Is the question that escapes her lips

She still counts but its endless

The indecision

The deceit

The silent tears

The secrets

The mistakes

The disappointments and

The lonely moments

Many but not once, she called on Him to save her

Silent He seemed and she gave up

Back into the shadows she went

Look at her face, she is a goddess

Her heart is kind

But in there lurked a pain

A pain that is beyond her

She wanted to love

But it never waited for her

The love songs tear up her eyes

The movies soften her heart

She gives freely not expecting a thank you

But she is torn

She does not understand her own steps

Every day, she makes a promise

But broken it becomes in twenty-four

She tells her “I can’t trust you, but I will stand by you.”

Decisions are heavy now

Dropping them,

The smiles will fade for her

She talks to them that care

But the fear of rejection still remains

Before the sun peeked through the drapes

She whispers to me she will burst out soon

She will look for peace

She would drop the load

She only needs peace

You might hate her,

You might scorn her

For her mistakes

For her wrongs

You may detest her

But she only needs peace

The peace you also seek

The silence lingered for too long

But she will speak out

And the hurt will go

The pain, the anger, the disappointment

Will be felt no more

The light will pierce through the darkness of her world

And her heart will still be angelic

Who Is He?

When it gets to that point when you think you are frail and lowly
There is a power to raise you up
When it is the time to give up
There is a man you can give in to
When it hurts so bad
There is a soothing hand
When the easiest thing to do is "cry"
There is an infectious laughter from him
When the future seems blur and dark
There is a light that clears your path
When you feel out of place
He places you right on the perfect spot
When your heart begins to sink
He is the lifter of your soul
When you are rejected
He makes you his own
When you are lonely
He makes his presence known
When you are empty
He fills you up

 WHO IS HE? 

I have a friend who speaks to me everyday and has taught me to be the person I have begun to be...
I do not need to live my life alone when I have him ...he is in me , beside me and all around me...
Without him i am a walking corpse....
Though it took me a lot of struggle to let Him be everything to me, 
I believe the struggle was worth it.
For my peace in time of suffering is boundless.... 

GIVE HIM YOUR HEART AND HE WILL NEVER BREAK IT...
JESUS IS MY FIRST LOVE...
Try Him and see Him meeting you at all times.