Tales of a Biafran

Do not go gentle into that cold night!
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!

Though the dictates of one man
Holds you captive
Your words fade not
Though you may not make it
Your dream is alive our hearts

No they cannot shut us up.
Like their brother's did Charlie Hebdo.
Our pen, our voice, our hearts will do the needful.
While they break the law, as do ISIS.
As do boko haram.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The darkness that is Nigeria.
The darkness of their dedication.
Dedicated at festac to the demons of their fathers.
Biafrans refuse the hell concocted as a country.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
The light died along the way.
Few still see the truth.
Nigerians on hell's part.
The metaphor of darkness enshrouded in PHCN blackouts.

Rage, rage.
Equally yoked with the minions of a demon of their dedication.
Nothing good will and can come out.
Out of this relationship from the gates of Sheol!

In time, in time, the Biafrans will break us free
Free from the slave name:Nigger Area.
Free as when Saul took on the name Paul!
Free from their demonic rule
Free from the demonic change!

Rage, rage, for you're tied to a nation than you choose to believe. Your salvation is tied to your nation.
No job= you'll conceive more evil.
No light= no job, hunger, buying more fuel, increase and cheating customers due to hardship.
No road.
No school= makes it easy to keep you in ignorance and inherit your inheritance: both spiritual and physical.

Don't take my word for it.
See if you can finish Chinua Achebe's "THERE WAS A COUNTRY".
And realize you are living below your best.

Sin Against The Holy Spirit

Anything that separates us from God is sin.
There 7 cardinal vices(sin):
1. Pride
2. Greed
3. Lust
4. Envy
5. Gluttony
6. Anger
7. Laziness

There 6 sins against the holy spirit:
1. Presumption
2. Despair
3. Resisting the known truth
4. Envy of a brother's spiritual good
5. Obstinacy in sin
6. Final impenitence

What makes these sins unforgivable?
You know, God's grace has an expiration date.
These sins, every sinner must pass through them and at the last: final impenitence. At 'final impenitence' he or she does not seem to have the grace of repentance.
Before I go further, let me explain grace.

There are two primary categories of grace:
1.Actual grace.
2. Sanctifying grace.

1.Actual grace is extrinsic to the soul, meaning that it is an impulse to do good or avoid evil that is sent by God and acts upon the soul much like a tugboat gently nudges an ocean liner to move in a certain direction. Sometimes the nudges aren't very subtle, as in the case of Saul who received a massive blast of actual grace on the road to Damascus in Acts 9:1-8. This actual grace "nudged" him to convert to the Catholic faith.

2. Sanctifying grace, on the other hand, is intrinsic to the soul, meaning that it inheres or takes up residence in the soul. When Saul surrendered his heart to Christ and entered the Church the Holy Spirit infused his soul with sanctifying grace.

Okay, now that we understand grace, let continue.

When you get to final impenitence, you have lost the grace of repentance.
It means you can no longer desire repentance.

You didn't know?
People think anytime they want to repent they will.
But it is not so.

Let continue by explain the first: presumption.

1.Presumption: You commit a sin and presume that Good will forgive you. He's all mercifully and forgiving, yes.
You say one more. One more won't kill me nah. After one more, another more, on and on and on.
CCC (catechism of the Catholic church) 2092: There are two kinds of presumption. Either man presumes upon his own capacities, (hoping to be able to save himself without help from on high), or he presumes upon God's Almighty power or His mercy (hoping to obtain his forgiveness without conversion, and glory without merit).

2.Despire: now you've realize you've failed to do the right thing and want to do the right thing and now are actually thinking it's impossible to repent. Seeing as it's difficult to keep from sinning.
The frustration of falling into sin, now leads you to despire.
CCC (catechism of the Catholic church): 2091: The first commandment is also concerned with sins against hope, namely, despair and presumption:
By despair, man ceases to hope for his personal salvation from God, for help in attaining it or for the forgiveness of his sins. Despair is contrary to God's goodness, to his justices — for the Lord is faithful to his promises — and to his mercy

3. Resisting the known truth: you found out that since you can't stop, why make yourself feel bad about yourself?
So you resist the known truth.
When someone says that dress is immoral you say, impossican't. You no long see anything bad in a something that used to be a sin to you. You see how despair has graduated you to this sin?

4. Envy of a brother's spiritual good: brother here refers to all Christians.
When you see someone doing so well in his or her spiritual life, you envy them.

5. After committing a sin for a long time, you actual have made your body accustomed to it.
You don't even think before you soon anymore. It seems your conscience is dead.
Before telling he truth, you lie.
Terrible unholy words are now your 'how far' and 'what's up'.
Amongst all this, you still want to change. You carve change. Not repentance though.
Only PRAYER can gain you the GRACE (CRAVING) for repentance.

6.Final Impenitence: this part scares even the author. The grace of God has deserted you.
It means you no longer have sanctifying grace. But just the grace of survival. You are not dead yet, but you are dead in the spirit. Which is what gives the physical, life.

CCC (catechism of the Catholic church) 1864: "whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never had forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin."-Mk 3:29; cf. Mt 12:32; Lk 12:10.
There are no limits to the mercy of God, but anyone who deliberately refuses to accept his mercy by repenting, rejects the forgiveness of his sins and the salvation offered by the Holy Spirit. Such hardness of heart can lead to final impenitence and eternal loss.

But there is hope: PRAYER.
“Come to me, all of you who are tired from carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke and put it on you, and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in spirit; and you will find rest.  For the yoke I will give you is easy, and the load I will put on you is light.”
Matthew 11:28-30 GNBDK
http://bible.com/431/mat.11.28-30.GNBDK

Bring nothing but your wholehearted self. Don't worry if you will not be able to finish what you start, just come. Don't worry if you are not sure you want to, just come. Don't worry if you think you cannot do away with what is keeping you from Him, but come. For in time, His grace will break those hindrances.
Benedicamus Domino!

A Love Letter To The Wretched Two

Love immensed in a tale of two cities.
One held down but a curse, the other by family.
The matrix in-between suffers the unwitting connection.
Downed by the same frail strength that kept it going.
Betrayed by its very nature. Its undoing followed through by friend, foe and family.
For love. For loyalty. For trust.
For in time, the curse of the three thrust through its heart.
Its had had one hell of a courage.
It paid off. But it would never forget.
It wouldn't seek vengeance. But it never stop praying that night befall the wretched two: One Borealis, one Australis.
It called it, it's love letter to the wretched two.
Yours Vengeful,
Equatorialis.

A Tale Of Two Lovers, On Its Head

Broken, dragged, tortured, they were.
Plain, friendly, in love were they.
Succeed, truimph, excel, was the plan.
Tired, discouraged, reckless she was.

A poem, fictitious, fantasy, is it's genre.
A friend, a fiend he met.
Value, lies, enigma are  three different words.
Intrinsic, essential, inherent are those words to the story.

Semantics, etymology, don't matter surely.
Verbose, excessive, magniloquent I seem to be.
Intended, conscious, am I, of this.
Synonyms, antonyms, you need to understand.

Covet, surreptitious, lurky were her antics.
A team, a couple they were.
Killed, murdering, they did a colleague.
Haunted, traumatized they became.

Estranged, alienated, they became.
Strained, exhausted was their relationship.
Disrespected, disregarded she felt.
Divorce, dissolution she sought.
Shishi, pikim, left his lips.

The end, fin, finis, owari, ende, telos, ogwogwo.

Dreams

We are spiritual beings, whether we choose to accept it or not.
That's the more reason why I can't ever let someone say, "for example you were poor". Because by doing that, you are making me believe, not that I'm poor, consciously, but making me believe I'm poor subconsciously, which is more deadly, because I wouldn't know it's there in my head.
And that is where dreams come in.
Dreams help to increase our decrease a perception. I can't say for sure though.
Imagine this, I shot a gun in a dream. Of which it felt like a real fun. And funny enough it's the first time I held a pistol awake or dreaming.
So how do I know it's a real gun? I just felt it.
Feeling is a much stronger force than knowing: which is logical, i.e, based on calculations and deductions from reason.
As I held the gun, I asked the person who gave it to me if it was loaded, and he said," yes ".
My wet hand held the gun. So as I was about taking my first shot, something reminded of the lecture I had in physics about nine years ago. It was about the third law of motion (action and reaction are equal and opposite) and as I hand held the gun, it felt like the recoil force would make me miss my target, plus my hand was wet which would increase the recoil force and make me miss my target. So I decided to dry my hand and the gun.
After that, I took a shot at my target and missed and I felt it was so real. I honestly cannot explain this feeling.
It's like the feeling of knowing you made an error somewhere in your calculations before aiming at your target. Just like I would have felt in real life.
My point is, dreams are more real than we care to give it credit.
This only proves how much we need God.
We need God much more than we know.

Perception

How you saw things ten years ago isn't how you are seeing them now.
A better way to put it would be: how you felt about things ten years isn't how you are feeling things now.
And as you get older , that's how boring everything around you get depending on the actions you've taking over the years.
The feeling is all in your brain.
I am writing this feeling all different in perception. In fact, I feel like I went ten years back in time.
But this ask is happening in my mind. I am sane and awake. You should note that.
The feeling is that of ecstacy.I absolute am not sure what would trigger such immense feeling but thank God it happened.
Somehow I felt as if sleeping again will make me lose it. Though I know it will soon expire, since I can feel it leaving as I write. But it leaves me with knowledge of the fact that somewhere in my mind, there is happiness and I can locate it next time.
About that (locating a feeling): it's not an exact science per se, but it's worth trying.
It is almost trial and error, but with a pinch of salt.
To locate a feeling, I use a picture, a song, a landmark, a food, a person. These are, with relation to how I felt as at that time those items(pictures, song etc) and I were in sync.
If I can locate these memories, I can juxtapose them against the feeling I felt back then and use the aura that comes with it.

Aurora Equatorialis

The sun is going to its home
far far, in the west.
Approaching New York,
will it in time
and lighting up Bermuda
as it goes.

It diffuses into the clouds,
like a red smoke, as it obeys
Brownian motion.

Simile was a distant cousin
to the second stanza.
So don't correct me
even if I'm wrong.

The moon mocks the sun
as it leaves.
As Mourinho would Wenger,
when victory glides
into his palms.

Though the stars
are shy tonight,
but they hope to pry.
For our star-system
is not dry like theirs.

As the northern lights
wiggle in the Arctic,
my equatorial eyes
beg to behold its aurora,
as would an Eskimo plead
to hug the warmth of summer.

Winter mocks me
for it is nigh.
It mocks me even more,
for it isn't going to swing by.

The Abortion

He stared blankly with hands akimbo. A hand touched him from behind. His brain didn't quite interpret it as a touch as he gave no response. He seemed totally disconnected from reality.
She was pregnant for him. She broke the news over the phone. He'd thought he wouldn't be so sad if a thing like this ever happened.
She shook him.
"You look depressed."
"Are we going to abort it?"
"No, no, no, no."
"Are you saying 'no' to what I said or something else?"
"I'm losing my mind", was what left his lips.
" No, we're not, never aborting her."
"Her?
You're scaring me."
"Forget I said that, but no abortion.
No one has to die because we did something terrible. We can do this."
"I have our backs."
The imagery in her head were all tales of doom. His words didn't seem to make it better.
Logically he thought, "how can I add a worse sin to the one I already have?"
A silence ensued...
Then she said, "I can't have this baby."
His brain was scanning through millions of files: helpful words he could say to dissuade her from following through with her decision.
"No one has the right to think you're not a saint. I would consider you one if you don't. I won't judge you if you do.
There is no 'physically' dissuading you..."

Ten years later...
"Do you remember that morning when you talked me out of the abortion?"
"Who can forget that day?"
"Well, I met a doctor who was to help do the abortion."
"What?!"
"He was trying to abort the baby when he said there was a complication. He said some medical terms I can't quite remember, but the long and short of it was that, I would lose my womb if he attempted it."
"Mummy, I'm need one thousand naira."
"For what? Can't you see your dad and I are taking?"
"Oh, which kind wicked excuse be this, mtcheeew!"
He stared at her sternly, and she walked away.

"Joe, joe. You get lectures today?"
"No. Wetin you want again?"
"Hahaha. Abeg my babe get belle and she wan pull am by all means."
"Wait wait wait, guy na wa for you oh. How come na? You dey dull die!"
"Guy, that's by the way sef. She wan abort am and I no want make she abort am?"
"Guy na all this your uptight religious way dey make me taya for you. Na which kind talk be that. Leave am made she abort am na!"
"Guy hear me out na! I want make you act as doctor. I don tell her best friend make she recommend you as the quack doctor.
All you have to do is say the script I'll give you."
"I go pay you."
"No worry I go do am for free."

Later that night

"Guy how the thing go? Hope say you no fall hand? 'Cause I never take eye see her since morning."
"Dude, you need see me where I dey act! Guy I be world class actor. All those my fake lecturers wey no sabi mark script no dey acknowledge my I ingenuity.
" You succeed! "
"Guy, chillax na! I be final year theatre art student oh. Yes e work!"

Waving her hands in front of his face, she quizzed, "what are you thinking?"
"Just thinking of how beautiful she turned out to be."

Of The Spirit

Wars, politics and famine are only but a distraction of what goes on underneath our very eyes. Not everyone can understand these things but we all see it. It is useless to see without understanding. It is the same as not seeing at all.

         FN: Believing takes the grace of God.

You can scream in your heart how 'churchy' or religious this is.
Without prayer and fasting our soul are most likely doomed to fail to reach its destination: heaven.

"For we are not fighting against human beings but against the wicked spiritual forces in the heavenly world, the rulers, authorities, and cosmic powers of this dark age." Ephesians 6: 12.

Everyone's fighting this battle: knowingly or unknowingly.
You cannot be in the middle. If you are not fighting on the side of God; you are fighting for the devil. Which means, even those that do not fight for God or the devil, are also fighting for the devil.

"Anyone who is not for me is really against me; anyone who does not help me gather is really scattering." Matthew 12: 30.

Imagine someone: he's drunk and he has almost no control over his mind and the flood gates which are supposed to be his inhibitions are gone... The exact opposite is what fasting does to the body. Ironic, in the fact that you're supposed to be hungry and starving, but it gains you the much needed control over the starving body. You can even choose to starve to death and it wouldn't have been a big deal. For in that state, one has clarity of mind. A scientist would take me up on this and the experiment on this, would come out flawed, for it is the spirit of God that helps us on such endeavor.

"Sin must no longer rule in your mortal bodies, so that you obey the desires of your natural self. Nor must you surrender any part of yourselves to sin to be used for wicked purposes. Instead, give yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life, and surrender your whole being to him to be used for righteous purposes. Sin must not be your master; for you do not live under law but under God's grace." Romans 6: 12 - 14.

Jehovah's Witnesses

He was at home, alone on a working day doing shores. Someone knocked on the door. Surprised, he peered at the strangers from the window closest to the door.
Reading their looks, he knew they were Jehovah's witnesses. Instinctively, politeness drove him to the door and he unbolted it. "Hello, we are Jehovah's witnesses. May we share the word with you?"
"Shey, it's the word of God? Sure." He said in my head.
Sitting on the bench in the veranda, they sat on either side, betwixt him.
They asked him to read from the bible, but he said, "let me get mine". It didn't occur to him that he didn't know how to read. "Read this chapter out for us", one of them said. That's when he realized that he was inert.
He couldn't just make himself do it. He felt held back. He told them instantly, " I can't read " They said, "you can read but you don't know. Now pick the words one after the other." Before long, read the whole lot out. He realised then that he had read his first set of sentences. He didn't want to stop reading but then, they started  preaching. All of which were like white noise, until they said Jehovah's the name of God.
That was when they found out that he was selectively shy. He spoke as though, he'd read the whole book in the world. Astonished, they ask for more of his bibles. But still he kept proving them wrong with each and everyone of the bibles he brought out.
Before he could say any further, his dad came back from work unexpectedly. He sent them away; gave him a slap, his tender face didn't reject. Screaming at the top of his voice as the scolding came in their thousands. The only words that kept banging in his head was, "how I wish you heard me talk."
"I was doing pretty well"
They left him a different, better person.
A week later, a neighbour asked...