WHEN HE STEPS IN

When he steps in all fear is gone
When he steps in the presence
It makes a great difference
When he steps light radiates again
When he steps problems
Gain wings to fly
When he steps in
Today beams with a great smile
When he steps in
The clouds rejoice behind

Interviews that deceive

If you lie you are damned if you tell the truth you are still accused.

The number is seven

7+ is the number of my existence and I'm counting in minutes to it.

At 7 I broke my right arm at 17 I cease to exist to my mother

I became one in whom she saw nothing but disappointments

At 27 I became a masters degree holder

At 37 I was compelled to leave 

Every known surroundings

I hope not to end up on the negative side of one dear

A man who gave and received death as a reward.

YET
I am at the point where I can also celebrate
I can say truly ...
 I still have a song to tell

I am proud to be a Christ follower
For I am one who has lived by grace and  faith
I am one who has seen all harsh life realities
Little joys given and received
Little hopes given and received
Little presences accepted and denied
I am proud to have few true friends
And ones I can really call family
By the Lord of the Spoken Word

Yet

I may not qualify
In society's school and class
I am qualified by God's senate
His standard is raised up for me.
I am sooo determined to ride
Into the clouds of my destiny
And at the end wave the victor's flag.

A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands....

A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands....

Folding of the hands brings stagnation

Folding of the hands brings depression

Folding of the hands brings idleness

Folding of the hands is key to poverty

Folding of the hands takes away creativity

Folding of the hands brings sleep 

Folding of the hands brings enemies

Folding of the hands brings trouble

Folding of the hands bring death

Stop folding your hands now

Start doing something with it

A FLICKER OF HOPE

l'm still counting despite all that has been happening around the world especially this month. 

The woes and sorrows of the BER  month. 

I'm still counting on the hope that there still will be 

Some hope of a change to reduce the score of violence 

Of harrowing pains being felt across the world. 

I'm still counting though without any rosary or forms of beads 

Or cowrie shells tied together for help with the numbers

Yeah I'm still counting though the numbers these days are worthless

With all I see and feel and witness daily...

I am still going to be counting on that faint hope 

A flicker swaying under the breeze of Silent Night.

Green Eye monsters...

Why are people always scared when they see someone who looks and acts with level of intelligence? They cower into their I've been here before you attitude and refuse to work as a team with you just because you know something or some stuff that would benefit the whole team and they did not.

Hospital Diary-2

'Its too heavy on that ward I don't know why you like working there.' One of my colleagues said to me. I just smiled answered, could it be because I look more at their needs than their attitudes.
I work almost everyday across the hospital in various wards with different needs to deal with and approaches.
Funny as I think back to how I got into this job. I was hoping to get a job as a features writer as I graduated in mass communication some 15 to 20 years ago now. I was introduced into this career as a step up thing it was supposed to be a temporary job whilst looking for the 'real' job.
I gave myself just nine months to stay in the job. I had wrinkled my nose on the job description anyway.
I began the job of washing,dressing, cooking sometimes for the elderly, frail, and vulnerable. Sometimes even cleaning their rooms and I mean all of them.
Then their families would come round on occasional visits. Hmm..I leave that for another time.
These people being cared for pay for their care. It was all new to me. I became educated in a new way. I completely forgot about the need to look for a job in the media.From all I had seen and encountered, journalism in the UK was all about entertaining people. They had very few factual news in their papers and most of the community newspapers sold for FREE. I saw the problem and, I would never get a print job here. So I turned my attention to using my hands instead of my pen and my mind. I no longer looked for another new job.
I began the caring job in the community as a professional job nearly a decade ago.  Although the lingering thought that I should be doing something else is still there, I love my present job.

I have worked with all kinds of people. People who are well versed and some who are not but give the impression that they are. The caring job is about giving and receiving from life. 

Hospital Diary-1

Is it not funny when you are selected for an interview just because someone believes your curriculum vitae was written for you. Then you get there and prove them wrong but still are treated 1000 times less than the others.

What's the use of inviting someone to an interview when you know you don't want to employ the person.

Employers should think about how much it costs to take that risk.

NOT AFTER TODAY

I can't remain the same again.
Not after today.
I am ready to leap
Because l know
You are
Ready to catch me.

SMALL REQUIREMENT

On the last day.
 Whenever that would be
There will certainly be a resurrection.
However,
Before that day arrives
You and your family can still
Have resurrection
Of everything called dead come back to life for you.
Small requirement.
The acceptance of the resurector.
Jesus Christ as your friend.

FAMISHED OR NOT?

After giving me beautiful children
You became so ugly I couldnt stare any more
I used to have my way with you but not any more

I became a failure at the one thing
The one thing my group fare profusely at
And a laughing stock

Suddenly the voice of my fathers mattered
Can I not sample other cooking pots now?
Can I not dip into the soothsayers concocted pot?

I stand where all paths meet
Yeah at the top of the hill
Where all views gather by force and choice?

The voice bliss departed marrying peace
And I alone warrior returning from unfought battle
My machette bent at the head.


No longer desirable is your milk
The meat has gone tastless
And the hearth cold ...