Impact

The pressure to get married was becoming alarming but the worst of it all was that these pressures did not come from within me. They were external - family, friends, colleagues, brethren in fellowship, the society. If there was anything that scared me terribly, it was getting married wrongly.  I had seen cases of failed marriages and witnessed first hand the battering and physical abuse of a young lady who yielded to the pressures of getting married. Gina had a beautiful wedding that was the talk of many lips at least for a few months. Her beauty glittered like the gold against the sun. Fast forward to five months later, she had turned to the tale of a pale bronze medal with bruises of the body and soul. Gina was my very close friend and so it heightened my fears about the institution called marriage. Did people go there to learn battery, pain and misery? Was it some sort of jungle or prison for the condemned? How do they choose to study a course that would mar their lives for all ...

ASK QUESTIONS  You know that bugging and itching feeling that feels like a burden on your mind when you know you seek clarity about something but it seems like a foolish idea to even ask that question? Some of us would rather languish in silence and confusion than face the laughter and smirk on the faces of our peers or teachers when we raise hands to ask those questions. But, It's okay to ask questions, both foolish and otherwise wise or thoughtful ones. I have come to realise that the seemingly foolish questions can be relative. While some questions may seem quite foolish and unnecessary to some people, it would make a whole of sense and meaning to another group of people.  In my early months of working in the corporate world, aviation sector specifically, having no experience, I would brace up my shy self to ask questions. After all, we had been advised that we must never work based on assumptions. You must be clear in all ramifications. What if the pilot only assumed that ...

DEPRESSION (SPOKEN WORDS) I am fine Lies, all lies because I am not fine. And yes I’ve lost hope and faith and love. All that’s left are lies. This is an obsession with the dark Depression is a disease that is no respecter of status, background, age, bank account,  What, and what not.  For even with houses and cars, billions and superstardom, stage lights and cosmetics, the silent monster works its wreck on people pulling them to the extreme option of Suicide. On the other hand, it works with Poverty, hunger, lack, empty bank account, unemployment, broken relationships, unhappy marriages, and distance from God.  When you say ‘Hello God’ and the cluster of committed sins come facing you boldly. The world is an audience set up just to applaud the ups and never the downs, the successes and not the failures. They are never interested in the hidden brokenness and failures that form the soil upon which we stand. That same soil is sinking and they seem not to notice. For who car...

IT IS WELL!  I'm thankful for the many sighs of relief They soothe the heart and calm the nerves  Remember the times when you didn't even realise that you weren't breathing Because you were frozen at the thought and sight of a loss or pain And all of a sudden,like a break from a spell, there was a breakthrough And you heaved... A sigh of relief that shook your entirety I'm afraid of the sighs of sorrow and sadness, bitterness, loss and grief The breath seizes and struggles to be released.  The gasp for air even if it's for a little while is a struggle  The sigh deepens with every struggle, every line of memories  Both sad and happy "When peace like a river comes my way And sorrow like sea billows roll Whatever be the case, You have taught me to say, It is well with my soul" But I'm sorry that I've only passed the course titled Peace. It's an easy one to deal with but you see this other one, you taught me but I didn't learn it. It's a ha...

My bed calls out to me... Dear one, come rest your back a little You are deserving of caress and love Don't worry, you'll be up in a bit  And refreshed in no time My alarm bangs... It's time boss, time to take charge Get up and face your dreams I've been calling you for the last two hours You keep shutting me up My mind cries... I have to do this, it's time to do this I can't let my dream wander off  I've got to make it a reality I need to do this My body relapses... Aaahhh, just a little more rest and sleep We can do this tomorrow  Don't you see how tired I am from the day Just a little more won't hurt, zzzzzzzzz Destiny callllllllssss ouuuttttt!!! When? When? How much longer?  Will you take up the mantle that is yours  And work out your mandate?  Get up! Arise! The world awaits! Your Lord and Maker calls you Manifest! Stop the excuse making Do this! NOW!  ©️JoyPenToLife #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #words #poems #christia...

TOO INQUISITIVE (Written while I was preparing for my WAEC exams) This is the story of a girl who was so inquisitive, always wanting to know. Her words would almost always begin with the questions – why, when, how or who as a result of asking too many questions. However, today she has a bitter tale of woe to tell. In bitterness, she relates this story: “If I had known is always the end result of disobedience to Godly and elderly counsel and advice, and by extension, a failure to heed to God-given conscience. I happen to be one of those who refused to heed the pieces of advice because of my inquisitive behavior. I just was not satisfied with being asked not to do certain things.  I come from a godly background; my father is a pastor and my mum is a teacher and also a church leader in church. I am the third child in the family consisting of four children. My father being a strict disciplinarian would never allow us watch the television without his guidance and presence. He also made ...

A SHORT CUT IS OFTEN THE WRONG CUT (Written while I was preparing for my WAEC exams) In a certain village, there lived two brothers named Michael and Jude. Their father, on his sick bed, had given them some pieces of advice and his last words were, "My sons, always make sure you work hard to be successful in life in every way legitimate because the short cut to success is often the wrong cut to success, especially seeing that I have no properties for you to inherit except that piece of land at our backyard"  And he died. The boys wept sore because they had become orphans as their mother had died some years ago. They mourned their father for about three months and then set out to seek opportunities. Michael the elder took their father’s piece of advice as a challenge and made sure he worked he worked so hard. So, he got engaged in farm work as the only alternative and began to earn some money which he used to further his education in the higher institution where he studied med...