Maroko is completely parceled from Heaven; a gift against the unlubricated heart of the iron city, Lagos. The waters flow just good enough; to deny the mosquitoes, a replacement egg. And not g…
Source: The Waters of Our Rivers
Perversely every human being, culture or race LOVE. In all cultures; modern or primitive we find love in His various levels. From efforts and attitudes which define human feelings of kindness, or g…
Source: Everybody can Go to Heaven
Perversely every human being, culture or race LOVE. In all cultures; modern or primitive we find love in His various levels. From efforts and attitudes which define human feelings of kindness, or gratitude to expressions or receptions of acts of kindness and devotion to the common Good.
Everybody can Love. However the irritation and persistence of daily anxieties leave our cultures and humanity to the services and altars of lesser god’s of thunder, anger, greed, human sacrifice, fear, hatred, racism and intolerance. The separation of state and faith has over time tamed crusades, jihads, and religion as a fuel for wars, which had effectively narrowed our outlook and wrongly defined our collective spirituality. We needn’t kill for God.
In olden times, hallowed places and altars have been dedicated to “The Unknown God”, and before our knowledge of the Christian Bible or Koran, names have been formed in descriptive sentences and reserved to “Chineke” or “Obangiji”. Cultural ethos have always been expressed in terms of what is humanly or spiritually impossible, but hoped; a prayer the gospel was to be good-news and not a judge.
Before religious arrogance and later intolerance, people have always found a heart to Love unconditionally. Often, traditional titles have revealed expressions of this lofty ambition and some have lived with this grace and gifting. It was and is no weakness to act and to see all things through the eyes of LOVE. It is a response to the call of God.
We can Love everybody. What people do or who they are, should not make them unlovable, but should make our loving larger. LOVE is accessible, affordable and inclusive. HE believes all things and Forgiveness is something to do with His nature.
Love is the Door to Heaven. Jesus said “No man can come to the Father except through ME”; not Christianity, not religion but LOVE. John 14:6. This way people from all religions and backgrounds will find a persuasion and claim to the way to heaven. LOVE.
Source: The Evening Standard
It was the rush hour homeward. He has managed to occupy two seats at the muted chagrin of other exhausted commuters.
At the train station, he was insisting on getting a discount. The station assistant had repeated for the umpteen time that there were no ‘promos’ going on at the moment.
The air of self importance was palpable and you could imagine that he had traveled ‘business class’ at the tax payers expense until now.
I was crushed like the most passengers who stood through their journey, lucky to make the train and eager to make the jump off.
He sat cross legged. Tilted his head, accustom, reading The free Evening Standard Newspaper, through his bifocal.
Listening and Creative Communication
Maroko is completely parceled from Heaven; a gift against the unlubricated heart of the iron city, Lagos. The waters flow just good enough; to deny the mosquitoes, a replacement egg. And not good enough to pull Chimnanu’s refuge apart.
She wakes again to the mosquito sound of speed boats, that steal from the demurrage vessels, but soon drifts away again in thought.
These acts are still wrong. It is wrong to take another person’s thing.
But someone has asked, “What if these people took it, just as Sandfill; The Monarch with Babangida is taking Maroko away from us?”
Others say, they took our dignity and made us thieves when they took the money that would have created us jobs.
But these things are still wrong, though the merchants have taken insurance and get what is taken taken from us”
Chimnanu turns and stretches but pushes had on the stick that poles her polystyrene house.
Many things fell apart. Now floating on the water with other shacks, further away from coming together. In it ripples of muted light also glimmered.
On her raft she stretched again and somehow she finds a stray will to live yet another day.
Listening and Creative Communications