Isn’t The Lord Good?

When I talk about my balls, it’s not an advertisement. It’s a testimony. The Lord has worked overtime protecting these marbles.

You gotta celebrate that.
You have to celebrate something.
We all should❤️

Atheist’s Argument

Out on a Tuesday night
Watching people worship the God of the Israelites, the God who punished Israelites for 40 yrs and bribed them with manna and quails to forget.
The same God who sent the Satan in the image of Snake to give the woman a rotten apple— the apple that ejected human race from luxuries of Eden.
The same God who destroyed those in Sodom and Gomorrah because they chose a YOLO lifestyle and melted Lot’s wife simply because she couldn’t control her reflexes
The same one who forced Jonah to go to Nineveh without even considering his approval and then planted a big fish to eat him half-half and leave vital parts heart, elbow, lungs and testicles …just imagine being alive in the fish’s intestines for days…ouch!
The same one who brought havoc on Job for no good reason—yet Job served him with all he had…I’m telling you about the same God who murdered the pharaohs, slaughtering innocent children, and women
I tell you, they had forgiven him…ooh what a good thing to be the lord—you’re the grand puppeteer.

He is Marvellous

When all else fails
When efforts and fruits repel
When my belief grieves me
And my faith is floored
when friends depart
and family give up on me
When right and wrong seems the same
And worries wear me down
When your existence becomes a myth
And your promises seem like
propaganda propagated by Babylon
to conquer my thoughts,
The beauty of your creation
revives my faith
Big Bang couldn’t have
created a world so beautiful
I’ll look to the mountains,
the oceans and the skies
And remember that the creator
is more marvellous than the creation

Lord Have Mercy

Reading the bible, just wondering if such thing as righteousness is real in a world where everyone tries to give the bible a twist to find a better fit for themselves…the word of God that is a double-edged sword can be maliciously used to slit throats of those God thirsts to hear from..
God, stretch your hands to the hopeless sinners of my lot who have been cajoled to believe that your Grace will make up for their rebellious minds engaging in clandestine pleasures of this world, the shepherds have turned your word into a marketing tool to fill offering boxes as the path to heaven is steadily turning into savanna. ‪#‎LordhaveMercy‬

whispered Prayer

A whispered Prayer

Dear God
When all fails to add up
Give me the ability to adjust

Share and Care

I share each harvest of my fields
With folks in greater need
And share the labor in my hands
To pluck a neighbor’s weeds
And everyday in different ways
I try to do my best
To help my neighbors and my friends                                                                                                                             Through heartache of distress

But it is not without some pain
I do the things I do
For there are times I give too much
And times I suffer too
Yet at the end of everyday
I feel a joy of heart
That I have shared God’s gift to me
With those of lesser

This poem Isn’t mine, It was written by Michael Dubina

I found it powerful and worth sharing. I hope you loved it.

Bits of heaven

I was told heaven is far beyond the sun

And only righteous people can find rest there

That Jesus went longtime ago to build mansions for his righteous sons

I’d like to be in this place but with my sins, my face he’ll never stare

Whoever has a cupful of righteousness, would you mind to share?

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I heard that heaven is the best of place

The utmost accolade for those steadfast in faith

The children of God who never put him to shame

Those whose lives were governed by mercy and grace

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In heaven there is no sickness

In heaven there is no poverty

In heaven there is no wickedness

In heaven there is no jealousy

In heaven there is no loneliness

As there are always Angels keeping you company

It is a wonderful place where there’s no starvation

Everybody is treated equally

No whites, No blacks, no rich men, no poor men, no ghettoization

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It is a place of plenty

A land upon which had never sojourned scarcity

It is better than Canaan; a land flowing of milk and honey

But it isn’t a place for all and sundry

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Will you make it to this place?

I read that just a handful will reach heaven!

I have a plan, what if we brought bits of heaven on earth?

Good Idea, we can have our own earthly paradise!

It can never substitute heaven

But it can make earth a place of travels

And not an abyss of travails

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To begin with, let’s kill greed

And keep only what we need

Let’s begin to see faces

And not races

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You don’t have to ask questions before you share

Just give and show you care

Let’s dump all earthly weapons

And use the most disarming weapon of all seasons

Show it to your husband,

Show it to your neighbor,

Show it to starving children

Spread it to those struggling with life

For it can heal the deepest of wounds

This life bites but with this weapon, the pain can never be felt

With this weapon you can:

Leap Over Violent Expeditions in this life.

Show love, share love, spread love

And let’s bring bits of heaven on Earth

What’s more, whatever happens on earth happens in heaven

If we shared love on earth, Then God will be obliged to share more with us

I Am Building Bridges Not Barriers

There are very many people who love art but just a handful have the heart of art. It’s hard being an artist, but again being an artist can be fun. In art you can thrive or merely survive but all these have a great bearing on your attitude your goal and commitment to your art. Do you merely want to be famous? Do you want to make just money or do you want to create an impact and change lives with your God given talent?

Finding answers to this question will give you an answer to the purpose of your art. I have been a spoken word artiste for some time, not as long as your favorite but never be surprised if you heard of your favorite poet quoting my name or better quoting my lines amidst his/her performance. This happens. Anyway I will not delve in the whole issue of finding your purpose in your industry, I guess the day you decided you will be an artist you had that already figured out; if you want to make money, go ahead and don’t just make money but make more that you be nicknamed ‘money’ as they did to Mayweather. If you are in pursuit of fame then I would advise that there are other avenues that can give fame quicker; if you live in Nyeri you will know how rapping chicken and donkeys can make you famous within just minutes after the act. Why not try that? Or better yet just wake up one morning and chop the heads of your family; the next day you will be on CNN!

What am I driving at? In my opinion, no artists should prioritize fame, I believe that when you do your art fueled by passion, you will not only change lives but money and fame will chase you pants down. Take time to invest in your art by giving the best of you and building bridges that will see you pass the toughest of terrains as you pursue your ultimate goal which obviously is known only to you.

You never know who might be part of the audience

I have also learnt to make the most of my time on stage. It doesn’t matter whether you were paid to perform or not, learn to make the most of your time on stage; give your best whether the event is poorly attended or the hall is filled to thrice its recommended capacity- every audience is worth of the best from you plus you never know who might be in the audience; Do it like you were overpaid to do it! You may be surprised to be asked to remain behind and the deal you may land may change your life forever. I hope you’ll find your quest JJJJJJJ

Questioning Fate

I barely know me

I need some sort of a revelation, from he who created me

The things I swore I couldn’t do have become a part of me

The things I hate doing

Things that fill me to the brim with self-loathe

Things hidden beneath my teeth and clothes

 

Sometimes I think my very existence is a mistake

My shoulders are burdened by heavy bundles of blame

For a past that I had no control over

Whoever sowed my seeds maliciously laced them with ounces of shame

 

I am sandwiched between two extremes;

Nobody understands me, neither do I

What am I worth?

I am the color of disappointment,

A definition of failure,

The barren branch of a vine that is chopped and burnt

 

The path to righteousness bruised my shoulders

Vanity found me ugly, couldn’t live in me

Love chose butterflies, fled from the dull me

Behind me trail 99 problems

No one in sight to help me solve them

And I am addicted to things am ashamed to pen…

 

What do I stand for?

For what purpose was I created?

Am I the only one these questions?