Today was feeling a lil tired,
wondering if our effort to grow Spoken Word Poetry in Nigeria is worth it.
But the poem below seems to be a message to keep keeping on.
After all, life is not a bed of roses.
So there will always be some form of restriction and limitation,
but surviving and thriving should always remain our only option.
For our limitation is not a function of our condition,
our limitation is a function of our decision.
#WarOfWords - My vision, My mission by Felix The Great
I have vision that supersedes human imagination
I am on a mission to transform my generation
To bring restoration back to my nation
So we live a life of jubilation
I am heading to a precious destination
A land of restitution
A land of celebration
A land where against us there would be no condemnation
But I am faced by situations of heavy devastation
My way is filled with trails and tribulations
And my soul craves for internal redemption
My days are filled with tears
My heart with worries and fear
This vision seem so unclear
The land I seek is nowhere near
These burden of pain I cannot bear
These garment of shame I want to un-wear
Wish someone can my cry hear
And help me with this dream that is so rare
But looking around i see no one who cares
And giving up is all my mind shares
Then comes this loud voice inside my ear
Words of liberation that is all I hear
It says: look not at what you see and do no listen to what your mind share
I have given you the spirit of boldness not fear
I am with you, you know that I care
Given up is not an option,cos I am in it to win.
Watch the video here:
#WarOfWords - My vision, My mission by Felix D Great
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Sometimes I think of what Mary went through being the mother of Christ. I realize that I could never quite grasp it.
Just imagine Mary walking to pick her 8 year old son from the safe place in the forest she left him to go gather woods for fire then she hears a loud terrifying roar. As a mother she instinctively moves towards where her son ought to be and discovers he isn't there. Frantic she starts to look for him. Then she hears a giggle followed by a roar, "o my God! That thing is near my son!!" She starts to run towards the sounds regardless of the danger she is putting herself in.
Oh, did I mention she is pregnant! Yes, she is 5 &1/2 months! So what you are imagining is a pregnant mother running to snatch her son out of harm's way while trying to be careful so as not to endanger the life within. Awkward running style I guess.
Then as she moves closer to the area she believes the sounds are coming from she hears, "o stop jor! I'm tired of playing"
Her mind races, "Mo da ran! No be my son voice be that? Playing with who? Can't they hear the fearsome sound of that animal? Omo yi o ni pa mi!"
Then she comes to the clearing and comes to a total stop with shock on her face. She sees her son playing with not 1 but 2 tigers. Not just playing, he is scolding them for not letting him rest. His hands is right in the face of 1 while the other has it's head under Christ's 2nd hand as though begging for a pat.
"Jesus!! Come here now! Leave them alone. No don't run, walk."
The tigers start to growl at Mary. Then Christ says, "will u stop that this instance. That is my mother."
The animals are contrite and move back.
Then Mary turns to Christ and says "I know you created them but please remember I am your mother and I'm human. I love you and would try to keep u safe even though I know in our case u are the 1 protecting me. But Jesus I take your name beg you no use worry and fear kill me. How many times will I tell you, you can play with other animals but not WILD ANIMALS!!! Jor ma pa mi! Ha!"
Just imagine if you were Mary, would you tell Joseph?
What will you even say? I met our son playing with Tigers.
by Dupe Holloway
