I had to learn from what I've been through and let others know the truth so they don't act like fools before His eyes and mine. She was but my age, my peer; beautiful, classy, principled, judicious in her speech but her curiosity was beyond measure. I shouldn't have told her about the tree in the middle of the garden. Maybe I should've told her but not stressed it like I did.
I only told her I had a bite of the fruit and that resulted in what I am today. What did you expect me to do? The serpent told me my eyes would be opened even though they were never closed. Who wouldn't want such an experience? That was when I realised I was naked and had to cover up. Since that day, I kept covering up on every naked thing, it's like I can't help but cover up. But you know what? She didn't know this.
After some months, she came to me, and OMG she was so different, looked different... more or less advanced in her speech and countenance. "What happened to you", I asked, and she told me... Well, she spoke in a different, sweeter, enviable language which took me months to decode. This was what she said in our language;
I went to the tree and saw a serpent and he told me your story so I figured out if your eyes were opened to see beyond what you saw, and to differentiate right and wrong, then having a double of that experience would be unimaginable so I plugged all the fruits, and squeezed the juice from them. I took them home and been drinking since. The serpent actually told me to drink it whenever I'm thirsty. It's been a few days now and I can't part from that juice. The thought of it getting finished was frustrating; I mean, I plugged all the fruits. Yet, the bottles never seem empty.
There, she handed me a bottle and told me to try it. The packaging was one of a kind. The colour of the juice was... was... it was indescribable. It looked like different shades of every coloured fruit, more like a 'multifruta' yet inviting. I tried so hard to take my eyes off, but then I began to look at her, all that beauty, confidence, language within a few days of fruit juice??
She left the bottle of fruit juice in my room, on my study table to be precise. Since then, I've been staring at it, contemplating...
Hey! Don't be quick to judge me. I'm still contemplating...
Monday, 28 November 2011
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
100%
How can I give out my 100%
What will you give back
In return for such perfection
Tell me how much it's worth
100%
Perfection
100%
Submission
100%
Won't ask for less
Who wouldn't want the best
You inspire my plans
Reason I'm existing and living
To give you out would be insanity on my part
A lifeless existence
You teach me how to love and be wise
Notwithstanding your show of treasures of this life
My lover
Thrust yourself deeper and deeper
Till I feel nothing but your firm pillar
To strengthen this heart and mind of mine
I crave 100% today
I need 100% everyday
I have 100% so why should I give him away?
INSPIRATION:
My boyfriend's pen name, 100% inspired this piece. Some readers could say he inspired it, but let's look at it from both views; what he inspired it? What if his pen name inspired it? It's still 100%
What will you give back
In return for such perfection
Tell me how much it's worth
100%
Perfection
100%
Submission
100%
Won't ask for less
Who wouldn't want the best
You inspire my plans
Reason I'm existing and living
To give you out would be insanity on my part
A lifeless existence
You teach me how to love and be wise
Notwithstanding your show of treasures of this life
My lover
Thrust yourself deeper and deeper
Till I feel nothing but your firm pillar
To strengthen this heart and mind of mine
I crave 100% today
I need 100% everyday
I have 100% so why should I give him away?
INSPIRATION:
My boyfriend's pen name, 100% inspired this piece. Some readers could say he inspired it, but let's look at it from both views; what he inspired it? What if his pen name inspired it? It's still 100%
Saturday, 19 November 2011
HERE I AM
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
Not coverteousness
Not murder
Just haven't pushed harder
But I'm running now
I'm running so fast now
I only pray you keep me on track
And strengthen me on my way for that crown
Strengthen me... Strengthen me
To push harder and never grow weary
Cos this ground is so cold
And the weight so heavy
*pause*
I'm ready
Ready to be used for your glory
Anoint me
I empty myself
Fill me to the brim
You see, I'm tired of breathing
This air so unclean
I want to sink in you pool of glory
Here I am
Use me till you won't
Not coverteousness
Not murder
Just haven't pushed harder
But I'm running now
I'm running so fast now
I only pray you keep me on track
And strengthen me on my way for that crown
Strengthen me... Strengthen me
To push harder and never grow weary
Cos this ground is so cold
And the weight so heavy
*pause*
I'm ready
Ready to be used for your glory
Anoint me
I empty myself
Fill me to the brim
You see, I'm tired of breathing
This air so unclean
I want to sink in you pool of glory
Here I am
Use me till you won't
Friday, 18 November 2011
REALITY OF UNREALITY
Maame: I saw a man by the roadside and he said ‘Jesus is coming to Accra’, and then he vanished. She paused a moment and saw the emotionless look in Adjoa’s face. “You don’t believe it’s real, do you?”
Adjoa: /clears throat/ C’mon Maame, why would I think you’ll be two-faced about such an issue? Besides, everyone believes what they experience is real, just like a dream or a hallucination. How does one even know I what he sees and experiences is real or unreal? What if the reality we assume to see is not real after all but a dream, a perfect design of our minds and heart or of the grand designer of it all? What if the hallucinations are reality in itself? Who defined reality and unreality anyway?
Maame: “Oh for goodness sakes Adjoa, why do you always like complicating things?
Adjoa: The fact that I’m real, able to think and analyze issues that you don’t, doesn’t make me complicated. It makes you shallow… no offense /chuckles/
Maame: Let me tell you what reality is; reality is you here and now…/nudges Adjoa/ how you feel, and your ability to control your emotions and movement is reality… /Adjoa interrupts/
Adjoa: I get where you’re coming from but listen; the purpose of our existence is that we created this reality to live in. that’s why often at times, the things we believe in that don’t seem to be absolute truth, seem true at some times yet untrue at certain times. Half truths, some will call it. These ‘half truths’ swinging at certain points in our lives can be caused by circumstances, books we read, meditations… blah blah blah, and it makes reality seem so unreal. You’ve experienced that before, right?
Maame: /stuttering/W..w…well… /raising shoulders/
Adjoa: So now let me ask you; what that ‘period’ between umm… or what balances dreaming and awakening? Reality or unreality? The reality of unreality? Whatever it is, no sane man would want to be trapped in or by his dream neither would his dream neither would he want to stay awaken forever. So why is the judgment on reality and unreality so inconsistent?
Maame: /grabs a sweaty bottle of coke from the fridge… puff/ mmhhh… /gulps coke greedily/ well, I’m assuming it’s just in our nature to always have answers, even to the shallowest and more or less meaningless of things… no offense /laughs teasingly/
Adjoa: Let’s say by continuously snubbing unreality is the acceptance of reality
Maame: /interrupts/ you need a bottle of coke; it refreshes the brain as well… trust me, it works whenever I feel depressed /hands over a glass of coke/
Adjoa: So how real was the man you saw? If he had white huge wings and long silky Asian hair, with a pale skin, then I’ll tell you without doubts, that’s no angel /sips coke/ mmhh refreshing...
Maame: /sarcastically/...and his voice was that of a still small wind, that which only I could hear. All jokes aside, he looked indescribable, yet beautiful… like I could just stare at him all day and never get bored. He looked erm… divine… yes! DIVINE!! He looked DIVINE, reason why I was so convinced he was real. I think he was an angel, caused he just… he just…
Adjoa: vanished into this hot air??
Maame: walked away…
Adjoa: Walked away? Maame paa… and you didn’t call him? Ah! Mtcheww… I guess fear gripped those lanky legs of yours, you just stared at him walk away till he was out of sight
Maame: I wouldn’t call that fear; maybe bewilderment I guess…
Adjoa: Jesus is coming soon, every Christian believes that. But how soon is what we don’t know. His ‘delay’ is what’s causing all this confusion and inconsistency in our belief and thought on what is real and what is not. I believe one’s belief should be his reality, making reality relative to every individual. Let the Christian believe God is real even when there’s no physical evident of his existence. Let the over 99% of scientist believe that a literal translation of Genesis does not prove reality and thus creation science is false. Let the other scientists believe that evolution was driven by blind, unnatural forces without a goal, and let those who want to follow eternal bible truth do. You can’t change man, and it’s probably impossible to easily change beliefs. Let them be.
Maame: In that case, you are saying what I say was real only to me?
Adjoa: it was real because you saw it and you believed it. But the moment the man’s prophesy begins to ‘delay’, you’ll begin to wonder and doubt the weight of his message. The moment that happens, you let your expectations and your guard down. You begin to focus on other things, and then BOOM!! It happens… he comes. It’s so evident today; we’ve heard centuries past “Jesus is coming soon”, it’s just like reciting our anthem in the passing so flimsy and sometimes don’t even meditate on them to have a true meaning and value to it. As much as we know Jesus is coming, he’ll come when we less know it… when we least expect it.
Maame: eeeiii Adjoa that!! You should change your discipline in school oo… you should actually be reading philosophy, psychology and those controversial, mind tricking courses instead of Business Admin
Adjoa: Well, my field of study doesn't define me. I'm only adding some value to myself...
/door bell rings/... Pls go check that out, ok? I'm so exhausted...
Maame: Oh really? But you're closer to the door
Adjoa: I beg wai. I got you sth nice from town
/Maame opens door/
Maame: Hello
Man: Hello young lady, is Adjoa in, pls?
Maame: Hold on a minute. Let me call her out
/Adjoa appears at the door/
Adjoa: Yeeeesss... Hello... OMG! Maame it's... it's /stuttering/ it's... /pointing forefinger at the man in awe/
...To be continued...
Adjoa: /clears throat/ C’mon Maame, why would I think you’ll be two-faced about such an issue? Besides, everyone believes what they experience is real, just like a dream or a hallucination. How does one even know I what he sees and experiences is real or unreal? What if the reality we assume to see is not real after all but a dream, a perfect design of our minds and heart or of the grand designer of it all? What if the hallucinations are reality in itself? Who defined reality and unreality anyway?
Maame: “Oh for goodness sakes Adjoa, why do you always like complicating things?
Adjoa: The fact that I’m real, able to think and analyze issues that you don’t, doesn’t make me complicated. It makes you shallow… no offense /chuckles/
Maame: Let me tell you what reality is; reality is you here and now…/nudges Adjoa/ how you feel, and your ability to control your emotions and movement is reality… /Adjoa interrupts/
Adjoa: I get where you’re coming from but listen; the purpose of our existence is that we created this reality to live in. that’s why often at times, the things we believe in that don’t seem to be absolute truth, seem true at some times yet untrue at certain times. Half truths, some will call it. These ‘half truths’ swinging at certain points in our lives can be caused by circumstances, books we read, meditations… blah blah blah, and it makes reality seem so unreal. You’ve experienced that before, right?
Maame: /stuttering/W..w…well… /raising shoulders/
Adjoa: So now let me ask you; what that ‘period’ between umm… or what balances dreaming and awakening? Reality or unreality? The reality of unreality? Whatever it is, no sane man would want to be trapped in or by his dream neither would his dream neither would he want to stay awaken forever. So why is the judgment on reality and unreality so inconsistent?
Maame: /grabs a sweaty bottle of coke from the fridge… puff/ mmhhh… /gulps coke greedily/ well, I’m assuming it’s just in our nature to always have answers, even to the shallowest and more or less meaningless of things… no offense /laughs teasingly/
Adjoa: Let’s say by continuously snubbing unreality is the acceptance of reality
Maame: /interrupts/ you need a bottle of coke; it refreshes the brain as well… trust me, it works whenever I feel depressed /hands over a glass of coke/
Adjoa: So how real was the man you saw? If he had white huge wings and long silky Asian hair, with a pale skin, then I’ll tell you without doubts, that’s no angel /sips coke/ mmhh refreshing...
Maame: /sarcastically/...and his voice was that of a still small wind, that which only I could hear. All jokes aside, he looked indescribable, yet beautiful… like I could just stare at him all day and never get bored. He looked erm… divine… yes! DIVINE!! He looked DIVINE, reason why I was so convinced he was real. I think he was an angel, caused he just… he just…
Adjoa: vanished into this hot air??
Maame: walked away…
Adjoa: Walked away? Maame paa… and you didn’t call him? Ah! Mtcheww… I guess fear gripped those lanky legs of yours, you just stared at him walk away till he was out of sight
Maame: I wouldn’t call that fear; maybe bewilderment I guess…
Adjoa: Jesus is coming soon, every Christian believes that. But how soon is what we don’t know. His ‘delay’ is what’s causing all this confusion and inconsistency in our belief and thought on what is real and what is not. I believe one’s belief should be his reality, making reality relative to every individual. Let the Christian believe God is real even when there’s no physical evident of his existence. Let the over 99% of scientist believe that a literal translation of Genesis does not prove reality and thus creation science is false. Let the other scientists believe that evolution was driven by blind, unnatural forces without a goal, and let those who want to follow eternal bible truth do. You can’t change man, and it’s probably impossible to easily change beliefs. Let them be.
Maame: In that case, you are saying what I say was real only to me?
Adjoa: it was real because you saw it and you believed it. But the moment the man’s prophesy begins to ‘delay’, you’ll begin to wonder and doubt the weight of his message. The moment that happens, you let your expectations and your guard down. You begin to focus on other things, and then BOOM!! It happens… he comes. It’s so evident today; we’ve heard centuries past “Jesus is coming soon”, it’s just like reciting our anthem in the passing so flimsy and sometimes don’t even meditate on them to have a true meaning and value to it. As much as we know Jesus is coming, he’ll come when we less know it… when we least expect it.
Maame: eeeiii Adjoa that!! You should change your discipline in school oo… you should actually be reading philosophy, psychology and those controversial, mind tricking courses instead of Business Admin
Adjoa: Well, my field of study doesn't define me. I'm only adding some value to myself...
/door bell rings/... Pls go check that out, ok? I'm so exhausted...
Maame: Oh really? But you're closer to the door
Adjoa: I beg wai. I got you sth nice from town
/Maame opens door/
Maame: Hello
Man: Hello young lady, is Adjoa in, pls?
Maame: Hold on a minute. Let me call her out
/Adjoa appears at the door/
Adjoa: Yeeeesss... Hello... OMG! Maame it's... it's /stuttering/ it's... /pointing forefinger at the man in awe/
...To be continued...
HEART'S ART
Heart's art
Beautifully craft
I see them all
Yet I want it wiped out
Please...
My life is a mess
Have I lived a lie
Maybe I just discovered less
Less of self and afraid of the rest
Pity...
Listen hard
Listen to me
The me you see is the me I give
The me I give isn't what He gave
Forgive me...
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
Not coverteousness
Not murder
Just haven't pushed harder
I realised...
Yet my fears
Slowly crawling within the walls of my heart
Wipe all out now
And paint the new art
The art that will never part from this heart
Beautifully craft
I see them all
Yet I want it wiped out
Please...
My life is a mess
Have I lived a lie
Maybe I just discovered less
Less of self and afraid of the rest
Pity...
Listen hard
Listen to me
The me you see is the me I give
The me I give isn't what He gave
Forgive me...
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
Not coverteousness
Not murder
Just haven't pushed harder
I realised...
Yet my fears
Slowly crawling within the walls of my heart
Wipe all out now
And paint the new art
The art that will never part from this heart
COLD SUN
Really... Really??
Did you have to be so cold?
Scorching my dark skin
Mercilessly weakening my photochromic lense
Blinding my eyes at your rise
Did you have to be so cold??
Yea yeah yeeaahh... You brighten my day...
But hey! I didn't request for a blinding day
How nicer could you be, huh??
You heat me up without permission
And penetrate my room with full confidence
So uncultured!
Too much! Too much!!
I can't stand the heat
You see, I'm not that rich
So I can't substitute your heat with those costly creams and designer shades
As if that's not enough
You go distracting my attention in class... even my sleep
You're so mean
I thought you mean well
Following me with dark images all day
Scary!!
You shine my day and give me hope
But I can't stand your attitude these days
Can I please have the old you
No offence
I acknowledge your existence
But you're killing me day by day
That new born baby with no air conditioner in his mother's house...
That fat woman by my left and the trotro mate with his arms lifted by my rightside...
How do you think I feel in between them with you staring at us
I'm on my knees
Oh damn!! Did you have to heat up this hard ground as well
I'm trynna plead with you for humanity sake!
(Pause **straight face**)
Forget it... **sighs**
Did you have to be so cold?
Scorching my dark skin
Mercilessly weakening my photochromic lense
Blinding my eyes at your rise
Did you have to be so cold??
Yea yeah yeeaahh... You brighten my day...
But hey! I didn't request for a blinding day
How nicer could you be, huh??
You heat me up without permission
And penetrate my room with full confidence
So uncultured!
Too much! Too much!!
I can't stand the heat
You see, I'm not that rich
So I can't substitute your heat with those costly creams and designer shades
As if that's not enough
You go distracting my attention in class... even my sleep
You're so mean
I thought you mean well
Following me with dark images all day
Scary!!
You shine my day and give me hope
But I can't stand your attitude these days
Can I please have the old you
No offence
I acknowledge your existence
But you're killing me day by day
That new born baby with no air conditioner in his mother's house...
That fat woman by my left and the trotro mate with his arms lifted by my rightside...
How do you think I feel in between them with you staring at us
I'm on my knees
Oh damn!! Did you have to heat up this hard ground as well
I'm trynna plead with you for humanity sake!
(Pause **straight face**)
Forget it... **sighs**
ABSTRACT SIMPLICITY
I have the most complicated skill
To say more whiles saying less
And not saying all that can be said
Leaving you to connect the dots
You should be artistic to trace some outside the box
I empty myself to the content of what is beyond me
And that often tastes like the mouth of my Coca Cola bottle singing notes of emptiness
Don't look beyond the surface
It's just simplicity defining nothing
Truth in lies lies in truth
You aren't here but here you are
Sitting close yet so far listening to me
Trying hard to decipher its meaning
Seriously, its as simple
You're only straining too hard
It's not that complicated to decode
What I know is no big deal
Cos what I don't is sealed till its unveiled
That's how simple I am
Call them contradictions
Call them senseless
I wouldn't agree less
But I'll call them something else
... Abstract simplicity
To say more whiles saying less
And not saying all that can be said
Leaving you to connect the dots
You should be artistic to trace some outside the box
I empty myself to the content of what is beyond me
And that often tastes like the mouth of my Coca Cola bottle singing notes of emptiness
Don't look beyond the surface
It's just simplicity defining nothing
Truth in lies lies in truth
You aren't here but here you are
Sitting close yet so far listening to me
Trying hard to decipher its meaning
Seriously, its as simple
You're only straining too hard
It's not that complicated to decode
What I know is no big deal
Cos what I don't is sealed till its unveiled
That's how simple I am
Call them contradictions
Call them senseless
I wouldn't agree less
But I'll call them something else
... Abstract simplicity
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