My Hopes and Prayers for You and Me

Often times, we hear “life isn’t fair”, we even experience the hard core truth of that brief sentence. But after all that life throws at you, I hope that you still find peace and joy and love in it. I hope that you will still be able to let them (peace, joy and love) in when they show up in ONE at your nearest doorstep. I hope that something beauteous happens for you.

You might have been waiting on love all this while and prolly you think it’s never coming, I hope that you will be patient to see that it’s actually right there with you and return the embrace its been throwing out there to you. There in the place where you do not look for it as often as you should, in the place where you do not expect it to be. Right there, there in His arms. I hope that you’ll be able to let lose and embrace that embrace. I really hope that you discover soon enough that the only desideratum to being loved by him is “no-thing” in existence.

Sometimes, if not all the time, my friends tell me I’m always “too hard on myself”. I mean, I always want everything perfect “at every given moment”, so I keep working on it even if it’s not taking that perfect shape as so much time passes by. I hope that someday soon I would have finished learning my lesson on giving myself a break sometimes ( and the many other lessons I still need to learn). I hope you will be able to loosen up a little on yourself too. And take sometime to remember how far you’ve come, still alive, even though everything hasn’t happened to you as they ought to or as you wanted them to. I hope you will come to the cognizance that He is working out all things together for good for you because you love Him (I hope that you do love him?!).

I hope that you can let go of the worries that won’t add a hair to your hairs, the wrong choices of the past, the wrong companies of the now, and begin to make the right ones. I hope you’re stoical enough to realize sooner than later that sometimes beautiful things take some time to happen, they’re probably taking some time to happen because they’ve been instructed to “happen well”.

I hope that you can find comfort away from the heaviness of the weights and burdens you carry because someday they shall become testimonies you’ll be grateful you have to tell. Because then, “and even now”, they’ll inspire greatness out of others, they’ll help ’em who needed to learn it’s lessons when they hear it.

I know you had to face off somethings today that required more strength and perseverance than usual or maybe it has become “the usual” for you, they might have been wrangles and burdens and challenges and etc. you thought were just “too much”; and even though you know it’s all a part to your growth process you also can’t quite shake off the fact that they wearied out your soul, body and mind the entire day. I want you to know that everyday will not be like today. Surely, there are better days ahead.

When you feel like quitting, I hope you can pause for a moment to remember and brood on ” why” you first started. I pray that you can be patient enough to fish out the beauty in the ugliness of your now stories. I do pray that you do not allow the stress of fear get in the way of you pursuing your dreams and visions; in the way of you fulfilling your purpose here on earth.
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These Herdsmen

There’s weeping everywhere
Run helter skelter, back, forth
All you’ll find are graveyards
The boulevards of our cities have all
Metamorphosed into cemeteries
Yet they don’t stop

How they massacre us
Like our lives are worth not even a penny
Mere cows are now worth more than us

Our women do they wrench
And haul of their innocence
Like we’re mere chicks

At first, our whispers of sorrow were tender
Then they became deafening
But now they’re unspeakable
The affluent and the authorities do zilch
But sit on their thrones of deceit

How I wish I can face them face to face
And tell them heart to heart
That they can’t go scot-free
For all their wrongs, even in death
If change doesn’t happen in them
I want to tell them that they might keep
Getting away for now, but
It won’t last forever
Nothing not eternal does

So,

I’ll walk with
My head high like mother ostrich
My feet afloat like they’re water balloons
My eyes heavy and wide awake
Like those of a sharp-shinned hawk
Till yet again I can rest them all

I’ll send my voice on an
All-day morning cry everyday
I’ll keep sending my ink on errands
Untill it runs out (something it would never do)
To keep silent, my soul cannot
I’ll keep saying my prayers for
Restoration, for a new Nigeria
Because it’s possible
You who still lives must know this
You who still lives must hold on to this
Like it’s all you live for

These words took several weeks to gain expression via my ink since I received them. I pray and hope that they do the needful to all of our hearts and those of these herdsmen.

Dimma Opara
9th July, 2018

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