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Carrying His yoke because it’s lighter than my sin.
Shining His light because minus it I’m all dim.
So, thanks to my rebirth –
My race for heaven defines my walk on earth.

Carrying His yoke because it’s lighter than my sin.
Shining His light because minus it I’m all dim.
So, thanks to my rebirth –
My race for heaven defines my walk on earth.

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Elsewhere.

March 2, 2018
Elsewhere.   A rising sun The roll of drums As piercing wails emerge the womb of one Then coos and gasps of love’s effervescence Tumble off tongues to rest on dewy lashes   Ómò mi. Ómò dada. Kosi éni to ma kọ wa lati pon é le   A dazzling sky Of golden glory, And liquid petals To paint rainbows into the story. Soon joys are birthed Of she barely acquaintanced with life; For the little princess Has bloomed into wife.   Ìyawo. Ìyá. Aye Ọlọrun nikan lo le ṣe alaye pe ìwọ wa nibi   A bashful glow, An unexpected blow; But the risk of a crash is not averted By one that flies low. So the years flew high and fast – a queen’s dreams showed them how; Oh what strength must be to yet carry throngs In a heart making ready for its final bow.   A setting flame And thawed fears. But what audacity has dismay To seek place in the wake of grace? Thus hope oozed As joy played chaperone, For each extra hour was counted As worth more than a million.   A silver moon Leading freckled skies. Indeed these bottomless hearts Sought more time. But where is the fairness in asking you back To these old plains? Need that dazzling smile be once more forced To hide away from pain? Naturally, we will miss- In the crystal softness of our tears, All the while knowing for certain Your sun has simply risen again… Elsewhere.   (Yoruba translation:) My child. Good child No one needs to teach us how to cherish you. Wife. Mother Only the existence of God can explain you being here   **In loving memory of Adesola Toluni Anjorin (1982-2018)** View – https://flipagram.com/f/1OKB50yGbrJ

It’s ONE folks!

February 25, 2018
HURRAY! Today Officially Marks KwiksieDotCom’s First Year In Existence!!! It’s been a whole year already folks. Just like that! It’s been a whole year of spotting differences and being the difference in our respective ‘worlds’…#sigh. Before jumping straight into doing my cartwheels and excited jigs, let me share a few facts about how it is that we have come to this place at this moment in time: Fact #1: This – the entire website and all it has to offer – would have been a rather pointless drag if it wasn’t for you. Because what would be the joy in giving something if it’s never received? What would be the value in a service that was never in demand? Each one of you who have ever made a booking for the services offered here, downloaded the songs on sound cloud/listened to the poems, visited the ‘Spot the Difference’ blog to read, like, share, comment, repost and/or even continue conversations you first engaged in here on #KwiksieDotCom…you are the real deal! Words can’t effectively express how much I value you. After God, you’re the reason I do any of this. Fact #2: The Spot the Difference blog has actually been in existence since November 2012 but since we like celebrating a lot here on #KwiksieDotCom, the marking of both dates is done separately. Today though, we’re really all about celebrating you all so…*does cartwheels and excited jig!* (Hint: something HUGE is in the works in preparation for STD’s 2018 blog-iversary. You DON’T want to miss it!) Fact #3: The more you give your support, the better this gets! It’s only natural to want to do more to satisfy those that mean so much to you, right? And if you’re yet unsure of how much you mean to me, do refer to Fact #1 Truth be told, your presence and mine in this space would really be left to waste if we never learned something or exchanged lessons that help us in both the short and long terms. Learning is so vital and it happens easily when we have conversations so whether you’d prefer a conversation via music, spoken word poetry, stories, photographs, quotes or articles, the point is with each tidbit of information we receive, we get to close more knowledge gaps – little by little, everyday. Thus, the more you engage and the more frequently we ‘meet’, the better we all get. I’m truly truly excited and grateful we’ve made it through ONE WHOLE YEAR – it simply reminds me that there are countless more ahead to invest in growing and improving. I’d also like to use this opportunity to apologize to readers of the STD blog for the inconsistency lately. Some needful changes have recently become apparent, plus there’s just so much good stuff planned for us this year and I’ve admittedly been having a bit of an uphill ride trying to bring it all together. But posting will be more regular next month – I’ll see to it, and when we
The 'Why' of It.

This Isn’t About You 2

February 3, 2018
(Continued from previous post) FACT VS TRUTH There are two realms that exist- the spiritual realm and the physical realm. The things that occur in the latter are directly and indirectly determined by the realities in the former. There are many who would like to convince themselves that the former is imaginary and non-existent but that thought in itself would be undiluted, ludicrous fantasy. Note that any conception of truth that is limited only to the calculable, the tangible and/or the explainable, need not be considered truth at all. 1 Corinthians 2:14 –: “For the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God for they are foolishness unto him, neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.” In Christ my reality is first in the context of the spiritual, from whence I may then engage myself in diligently striving to have all that is already truth in the realm of the divine, to manifest on the plains of mortality. I call true what God calls true and knight every contrary thing a falsehood. The work of Christ on the cross was and is a complete work. When he said “It is finished”, he meant it. So in Him, I cease to be defined by what the fallen nature and bondage to death made me characteristic of. I’ve been elevated from the pit and stand on the rock of righteousness. So what He says, I am. It doesn’t matter what folks feel about it, it doesn’t matter what my mistakes say about it, it doesn’t matter what the devil – my accuser – persistently plagues my mind with concerning it – what Jesus says I am, I am. Everyone needs to wake up and deal. So when I make certain claims, those who have been exposed to understanding will realize that it goes beyond the skinny girl before them. They would grasp that such audacious claims should and simply must be backed by something and someone greater than the person they’re looking (down) upon. And I agree! My boast is in Jesus! Colossians 1:29 -: “Whereunto I also labor, striving according to his working, which worketh in me mightily.” All we do while we trudge in this fallen casing that is the flesh, is strive by the grace we’ve been given in Christ to keep the fallen flesh under subjection to the new man – the Spirit man – up until the second coming of our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ. When folks are stuck on how unlikely, unreal or unbelievable certain good deeds are, I personally believe such a view is natural for anyone who is yet to encounter and commune with the King. (John 1:05 – “And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”) Because if you knew Him and believed in the sacrifice He made for undeserving you and I, and then went on to believe that He is able and willing to use each and every one who
The 'Why' of It.

This Isn’t About You

February 3, 2018
Recently, a friend posted a question challenging certain absolute claims that people sometimes make about what they consider themselves capable and incapable of. In essence, she considered it quite unlikely that one could truly be certain of what they have the potential to do, except they have been in the position to make that call at least once. I.e. ‘Good people’ can very well do all the things that ‘bad people’ do, thus any convictions that more or less convince us that our propensities to engage in the despicable are limited, may very well be categorized under wishful thinking. Let me first put the personal conviction of what defines my capabilities and in-capabilities within the context of scripture: Philippians 4:13 – “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” Without Christ there are still things I could do – or try to at least. I could be moral, I could be nice, I could conform, be helpful, obedient, generous, patient and polite. But (and a great ‘but’ it is indeed) there’s only so far I could go without Jesus so when I make attempts outside of Him, I’m functioning under the limitations that the lost man functions under. Because of pride, because of deceit. because of the selfishness… Because of sin. As is commonly reiterated, the flesh is indeed weak. But what gets under-mentioned way too often is that the weakness of that weak ol’ flesh has been defeated and denied power over the children of God who have been saved by the blood of Jesus. So that our very strong savior quickens our mortal flesh and causes us to live above the weakness that we were once accustomed to and enables us do all the things that may once have been impossible to do.   NO LONGER A SLAVE The dynamics change once a person switches kingdoms; darkness to light, death to life. The key and principal thing is – understanding. So back to the question in paraphrase: “How do we know for certain that we won’t do certain things and how can we claim to be so sure if we haven’t been in the position to (do it) at least once? I will speak for myself – I can confidently make a claim to be capable or incapable of certain things,­ because of Jesus. The One whose sacrifice makes it possible for me to be just like Him. The One who is alive and active in me, working out every good work in me, whose Spirit resides on the inside of me to lead me onto every good path and teach me all truth. Yeah, Him. Nothing is too hard for Him. Romans 6:6 -: “Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.” Galatians 2:20 -: “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live

Cherished

January 22, 2018
It was the section of the sprawling bungalow that had suffered the most neglect over the past decade. The room was flawlessly musty – blanketed in gloomy grey with cobwebs daintily floating down and swaying in response to the slight drift introduced by the door swinging open. She stood at the entrance; hand on the knob, reluctant to take any sudden steps. The cobwebs had a way of remaining invisible until they sliced your unsuspecting eyeballs in their bid to embrace every bit of your face. Using one arm, she performed the recommended formality of carving through the air and proceeded to take two more steps in, permitting her gaze a leisurely glide over each inch of the space before her. As her sights alighted on each object, she felt nostalgia tug gently at the left corner of her mouth. Once upon a time… That one whisper from her mind successfully summarized all that stood before her. Naturally, no mind foreign to the setting and all housed within it could find anything appealing about it, standing there; old cassettes lay atop outdated dress ties, mismatched golf clubs and bags littered the ground where aged pieces of linoleum liaised with the grey-brown concrete to feign the appearance of a patchwork quilt. A fading, fingerprint marred trophy stood in the top compartment of the door less wardrobe to her right, looking more like a memorial of failure, while bronzed-golden picture frames displayed the past innocence of a child long aged… Once upon a time. What a long time it had been. Her eyes settled on the ‘rocking chair’ adjacent to her, tucked in the corner of the room where a crack ran from the ground, making a jagged climb up the wall before finally disappearing into the space behind the ceiling boards. In truth, it was just a normal chair with a base that appeared to be an imitation of a rocker – only, where you would find curved wood to aid a nice good rock, there were connected thick flat slabs planted firmly on the ground. The cushions had absorbed every bit of dust the recently past harmattan had been willing to offer but to her, the chair was still a delight to gaze upon. She stared at the seat, forming the image of herself atop it as a little girl and watching in fond amusement, her face glow with excitement as she stretched spindly arms to grip both arms of the chair, forcefully pushing her body forward and backward in futile attempts to coax the rebellious piece of furniture into imitating her movements. She’d never stopped trying to get that old chair to rock – no matter how many times she had been told it was not made to. Whenever she found it empty on visits to her father’s bookstore, she would leap happily on it and try (but fail) to rock her heart away. What a long time it had been. Indeed. A long time since she’d gotten to

Would You Rest?

January 8, 2018
Vacation is a wonderful time to get a much-needed break from the bustle of work routine. Or is it? Holiday seasons are fun-filled periods that compensate for the weary stretches of school, work and business. The splash of family reunions and get-togethers are rich in conversations and beautiful memories. The season into the New Year casts a spell of the frenetic; travel terminals peak in a confluence of activity at air and seaports and land borders. Commerce chokes in hospitality, gastronomy, entertainment and the ecstasy of unbridled shopping. The race to meet the turn of the year almost turns into a stampede. It’s the season of cheer and anticipation, but is it that for rest? The unrelenting drumbeat of activity chokes the atmosphere. From the Christmas season into the New Year, Euphoria fills the air and a race to clear the last dregs of the departing year and catch the first wafts of hope in the New Year overwhelms sense and reason. From clubs to drinking parlours, religious bodies to church houses, the order of bedlam characterizes the days. And controlled mass hysteria urges a rush to the market, beauty parlours, tailors, shops and the like, as rest takes flight and stress takes residence. Programmed, robotic utterance bids the other “Happy New Year!” The fireworks, the décor, the noisy gatherings, the excitement… all wane by the second week of reality’s grind. It requires effort to stay on a high simply because the toil of the season has taken it’s toll on the body. For rest is found in retirement. Drawing away from all that will hinder relief from work or activity. Rest is digging into that state of quiet and relaxation where exertion is alien and tranquility is normal. So now that the fuss of the ‘season’ is over, will you dear friend find opportunity to curl up in snugness, shuffle lazily in a chosen homey environment, shut out the distraction of social media addictions, indulge in a sleep and food routine, free yourself from hassles and just…rest?   Today’s post was put together by Tani O. Ifediora.

Good Mornings

December 10, 2017
The sun rose as though nothing had happened. I was not awake to watch its lazy climb over the tall fence surrounding the ba-shiga we resided in. I’d finally fallen asleep around 5a.m, in a pool of snot and tears, just before another day made a show of its consistency. No matter what happens, the sun will rise again. Who said we wanted sunshine? I lay there on my flattened mattress staring at the stitches in my mosquito net unseeingly. My breath was measured – I took in and released air very slowly, knowing any sudden enthusiasm for sustaining my life would simply remind me of the one that ended yesterday. Baba baby… Biting my lower lip, I turned and reached for my phone. It was only 7a.m. The chickens and goats outside my room fussed about nothing and everything. I could hear the heavy silence – dried bamboo for a fire was retrieved from the store in front of the latrine beside my room and stones were restacked in readiness for the cauldron that would soon sit upon them. They were going to make tuwo to sell for the day. No chatter between the two wives wafted to my ears and the children kept their squabbles to a minimum. Even when one began wailing in her signature tantrum format, I didn’t blink. I had no plan to pick my cane and scare her into silence for daring to disrupt the stillness of the morning with her pettiness. She could bawl till kingdom come. I didn’t care. Maria gave a stern instruction to someone and then there were no voices again, save those of the other corpers. They exchanged idle bits of gist and gossip, making remarks and comments on the happenings of yesterday. Loudly. Carelessly. I inhaled, shook my head and unlocked my phone. Do not take offence. Immediately I went to the chat I’d had with Emeka. He’d tried to cheer me up yester night, awkwardly attempting to send comfort over the phone as grief threatened to suffocate me. He had succeeded for a bit – but as expected, the moment I saw the name in our text boxes, I saw the face. And with it came vivid pictures of every cough, every gravelly wail, leathery skin straining against bones… I buried my face in my wrapper and screamed. I was not just upset that he was gone. I was upset that he suffered so much. That there wasn’t enough done to keep him breathing, that I hadn’t done enough… Baba baby. I stood up. I needed to fetch water to bathe. I hadn’t bothered bathing after Maria brought the news to me yesterday. I had gone and lain with his corpse for an endless stretch of hope, whispering his name over and over and instructing him to make his mother smile again. But it’s hard to be obedient when you’re dead. His father had come eventually, driving me away with rough assertions of the pointlessness of my actions.

OUTRAGE vs. Outreach

December 7, 2017
A few years back, I was stuck in a rut with #TeamTotallyOutraged. I was known for attacking ears (both the ears that did and did not want to hear) with the force of my indignation at the vile things daily birthed by humanity and the irreverent rebellion against God flooding our society. There’s no doubt I was ‘angry’ and I had (still have) every right to be. So-called believers seemed to just keep blaspheming and dishonouring my sweet, precious savior (Revelations 16:11), doing things that are as a slap to His face and all the while whispering, “grace“. Then there was (as always) the majority that made it clear what side of the fence they were on by letting their actions yell, TO HELL WITH GOD! So naturally, I couldn’t not be infuriated. But herein lay my folly: That is all I chose to be. Infuriated! End of story. In the heat of offence taking at one thing or the other that assaults our saved and sanctified senses, it’s very easy to forget we are called to much more than righteous indignation. Am I saying it’s wrong to take it personally when sin is bursting forth everywhere in Technicolor and the devil is working over time to get more people nice and flamed? Definitely not. We ought to hate what our Father hates and there’s nothing He hates more than sin. But He loved us enough to reach for us while we were drenched in and characterized by the nasty stuff, didn’t He? He didn’t hold any stops when He let His wrath to be poured out on Jesus on that cross. Did He still hate sin then? Yes. But did He choose to love ‘US’ (those of us who have received Him) out of it? YES! You see He loves the whole wide world but alas, His love alone isn’t going to get us to an eternity with Him, rescued from eternal damnation. We have a role to play. (Acts 17:30||Acts 20:21||2 Peter 2:21) Matthew 25:46 says: “And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.” Even if I wished you good luck with being righteous outside Jesus, it’d be worthless. God will never stop loving us but until we choose Him and keep Him as our choice, we stay separated. We needed saving. We were all fallen – those of us who have now been redeemed. Steeped in sin and distant from glorious sanctity until Jesus came and changed it up in our favor, for our eternal good. His sacrifice was made in spite of the outrageous choice man made – sin over God. Despite all we opted to engage in with our hands, minds, home (earth), tongues, intelligence, bodies and every other gift He has blessed us with. We used His gifts to despise Him and though it passes for outrageous and must have been super annoying for Him to watch people He could very well wipe out in a blink repeatedly

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