Friday, 30 October 2015

Noah's Ark - Heaven's Questions

When I get to heaven
I'd like to ask God some questions
Though I'm told they may not be important then
It doesn't hurt to record them here in pen

When I get to heaven
I'd ask God about Noah's ark
The mysteries about the flood
That I've no concrete answers for

"God, what did You feed
The lions with?
Really what did they eat
During the rains
During the calm but flood-filled days?
Did You make them
Vegetarians as some people claim
So they ate some of the stored up grain?
Or did You bring carcasses near the ark
So Noah and his family drew them out
To feed the hungry lions and all the other carnivores?
Is that what You really did, Lord?
Did You make Noah fish all day
For herring, and dolphins and the great whales?
Is that what You fed the carnivores with
As the days passed from the ark within?

"O Lord, what about the crocodiles?
Did they march in pair per species into the ark?
Or did they swim around all that time
Just waiting for the waters to subside?
Or by then were they simply water beings
And not the land-water reptiles we now see?
And oh, with the water-land reptiles, I'll ask about the amphibians too
Were they in the ark through and through?
Or did they join the team on board
Like how they do now when they come ashore?
Or had they not evolved to this recent state?
Was the time of the flood just enough for them to wait?"

Someone would say it won't matter it to me
When we meet in heaven these questions I speak
But Lord, if it still does I can't wait to hear
Your answers to my questions that have been penned here

Biblical reference: Genesis 6 - 8

Welcome to our Facebook lives - one of my Facebook Frolics

20th September, 2015 at 20:28
Can you imagine I didn't finish writing this
I guess it had to be so with a mistaken hit
So since it's up already I'd just end my write
You may add your own in the comments, likes, or in your mind
Incomplete or not, we're all here living at least one of it......
Welcome to our Facebook lives


20th September at 20:23
Welcome to our Facebook lives
Where we feel we tell the truth and others seem to lie
Put up posts and sometimes wait for the likes
Often judge others by the posts they shared but didn't write
Find lost friends, and make true ones too
Wonder why we ever 'friended' you
We can enjoy the comments more than the post
Share our best pictures, tag those who may comment most
Connect with family we never really knew
Let everyone know we know the truth
Seek solace from the world when it's hard for us to bear
Act like we do or we don't really care
We have all the solutions to the issues of this life
Whether it's football or politics, we know just what's right
Our spirituality peaks and so does our carnality
Our freedom of speech is not always meant for conformity
Everyone has some idea of what's going on with us
Apart from what we've omitted or what our friends forgot to post
The causes we follow are as strong as our hashtags
But sometimes much stronger or weaker than that

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Thankful - one of my Facebook Frolics

And God looked down
Picking me up from the ground
Standing before Him now
I can do none but bow down
Our God reigns in majesty...
To Him be all the glory
Peace in the storm
Weak, He's made me strong
Thankful I am alive today
To live to sing His praise
Favour I never asked for
Reward I never worked for
Forgiveness I did not deserve
My privilege is to Him serve
All glory to Him I give
Because of Him I live
Our God compassionate
On You, for You, I wait


15th August, 2011

Thursday, 22 October 2015

Ladies in fine dress, who caused the mess?

Yes I will say it, and say it again
Didn't I only see fine ladies at this hotel?
Ladies of beauty, dignity or both
Ladies in nice dresses or of speech that's grown
Ladies never associated with character unrefined
So what is this eyesore that takes me by surprise?
Who could have caused these messes in a place so clean
Who disgraced their nice dresses or were just plain mean
So I didn't see you do it, and surely no one else
But come on, Girl, would you in your own home create such mess??
Disregard for the cleaners who must protect employers' reputation
Disrespect for the Ladies who will come after you
Disgracing your sweet mother, I believe she taught you the right to do
Disjoint from your appearance and your private activation
Sigh, I sigh, this was sad but real
Unfortunately I am the one to face the ordeal
Funny enough it's not just Ladies in fine dresses
Graceful or regal in the public of fine places
What do we do when no one's around?
No one to point or make accusing sounds?
No one but God Who sees it all?
No one but God Who doesn't gossip to all?
No one to expose our hidden thoughts to the world?
No one to report our communal crimes to the world?
What do we do when no one is there?
Do we in our 'fine dresses' really truly care?


For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.
(Luke 8:17 - NIVUK)





Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Fires in the night sky - one of my Facebook Frolics

Fires in the night sky
A yellow moon made glorious by swift clouds
The sound of the neighbour's banana leaves
In the evening wind
A mysterious twist by imagination...
Birthed the flames I see tonight
Surrounding the beautiful celestial being:
Sweet moon rather intimidating
The yellow bulb and its light
Through the open bathroom door
Stealing into the darkness
Whilst I lay stomach down not far from the floor
Reminding me of God's creations
And His wonderful gift of imagination
That all came to mind
By the fires in this night's sky


Wednesday, 1st July, 2015

Monday, 19 October 2015

Something challenging - one of my Facebook Frolics

Nana Akwasi Awuah ... I stole your post for this...

Just in case anyone can't read my Sunday-best handwriting in the picture, here's a typed version:

Sunday, 20/09/15...

 So I decided to do something challenging today. Pick someone's post on Facebook and illustrate it in ink on this sheet. Here goes:

"Some of the rich clients are the unassuming traders at Makola. They are the real definition of middle class
‪#‎PersonalExperience‬"

- Nana Akwasi Awuah

Hopeful - one of my Facebook Frolics

So I wonder why I hang on to you
When your present actions make me cry
Why I feel there's hope
When you've obviously left our past behind
Is this faith or foolishness...
Forgiveness or denial
I keep wondering why
I have no answers
And since I can't seem to say no to this hope
I still cry silently as you keep passing me by
Since I'd rather not grow up and grow cold
My heart still bleeds from hope sick but alive


Tuesday, 22nd September, 2015 at 22:46