Through my innocent eyes (by Vanessa Akuboh)

There's no wrong in this world

there's a place that I can always run

there's a hand that I can hold

there's hope,for tomorrow

there's bread, there's laughter

peace, and a happy ever after

there's a hand to hold

in peace and in sorrow and even the brighter tomorrow

its through my eyes of innocence

through these eyes, it all dont make sense

through these eyes that God has blessed

because I see through the word He's given

His still small voice,my conscience, His love the very essence...

Tim ba ka ibukun mi (Youroba)

I can try but they are so many

for the trees, the stars

the moon and this land

for love for life

for family, for friends and more

seeing through these eyes, what more can I ask for

cos He has given me, and made me, all that I am and more 

through these eyes of innocence

through these eyes that God has blessed

I can stand tall in faith, by faith

and say in His love I'll wait

till I see no wrong in this world

till I have my happy ever after and more...     

                                         Vanessa Akuboh

The Portrait of Me

Every Stroke, Brought

Brought me close

. . . .to perfection, to pain

 

Every Stroke

With Precision

. . . .Completing a master piece

. . . . Correcting for the masters peace

 

Every Swipe

. . . . .Clearing a part of me

. . . . Smoothing me out

 

How perfect I turned out

. . . A little more in beauty

. . . .A little more in tears flowing

 

Every Thing worked forth

Everything hurt forth

Every little one of them

 

All swipes working together

All splashes, all clearing

From a perfect and empty canvas

 

All things working out

Creating . . . .

 

A Portrait of Me 

                                      Opaluwah Akor

Please pick up you cardigan

When you Get scared. . . .

I was dead scared this morning. . .not scared like a dog was chasing me or I was busted by the Vehicle Inspection officers(VIO) for beating a traffic light but. . .scared. . . scared of venturing into a new responsibility of a Magnitude I have not ever handled. . .Though I had analysed it before, I just failed to see the light.

I woke up scared today. . .and that has been the way for the past 3 weeks. . .scared coz I had stuff on my desk and was relatively not inspired enough to take on it. I had to finish a quotation and it seemed on my neck. I needed to make payment. . and was scared of what the outcome of my decision was going to be. . .Believe me I was scared.

I guess I am the only one this scared of responsibilities. . . .because . . . .it was real messy . . .(plus my shirts was not straight enough. I guess that one wanted to disorient me). Anyway. . I prayed and it all got better.

Thank you.

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 I really wish it was that easy. . .I prayed and still was scared. . But. . .here is the cool part. . .things started to take shape after I started working. I mean I just felt like sitting and not doing anything till the consequences came and went. . like a gear. .just hide till the winter (or hamatan) is through. Men but I have realized that some hamatan periods never leave. You have to get your cardigan on and keep moving.

So all I did was Pray and ask for the grace to get and put the cardigan on and walk through the hamatan that came by today. . . I got warm but still have some shivers right now. I need more heat. And so need the new grace to pick up my cardigan for tomorrow.

I’m sure all of you need that grace to. .  . or the grace to find and turn on the Air Conditioner. .

I found it to day. . but I need a new one tomorrow. I really want a new cardigan everyday and god has promised it so I’ll ask. . because his graces are new every morning. .

Thanks for the time. . . please pick up you cardigan