In Love and War

I don’t know when I wrote these in my poetry book but rather amused they followed one another.

I will fall, graceless and loud

laugh along and mask my shame.

I will get up and do it all again,

not because I cannot walk, no,

but because your feet is where I want to be.

You will not help me up, that’s okay;      

that would mean commitment. 

So I will get up, like the big girl I am,

dust off and remain close to you. 

I am not stupid, but far from wisest.

You are the treasure I never knew existed 

your worth far too great to ignore.

Don’t hold my hand, hold my hand, 

I do not care

as long as you are in my space

alright I shall be. 

For you, I will cage my heart in a glass jar

wondering if I will give it to you if you ask-

when you ask.

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I should hand you a Certificate of Completion.

You managed to make me get over you.

The skills you utilized?

Exemplary.

Attention to detail;

Striking the second nerve from the left?

Innovative. 

For you I would wait.

For you I could wait. 

But after that little stunt my man?

Adios. 

Even in love, there’re things I simply

will not overlook. 

Stay calm and whistle

Someone just told me this. I find it rather humorous.

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No matter what metaphor you give your life, it is safe to assume that you all agree that it has an abundance of highs and lows, irrespective of the ratio between the two. Even for the addict, they have that moment of absolute low before they get their next hit.

As a lady and as a growing Christian (currently experiencing some ‘technical’ difficulties in the past few weeks) I have a series of highs and lows almost every day. It is a struggle between complaining about where I am in life and being content that, though I may not have all that I want, I have all that I need, which is much better than a good chuck of people not just in this nation but in this world.

I was pondering upon this thought on my way back from opening the gate for my younger brother when I heard a lady on telly talking as though she was crying but in a foreign language. Upon investigation, it was a young Asian lady being interviewed, talking to someone to the left of the camera. She had tears flowing down her face; it was a torrent of tears actually.

She was telling the interviewer, from the translation at the bottom of the screen, that her mother had sold her to a pimp and during the time she was working for him she kept asking herself, ‘What have I done to deserve a life like this?’ when she, to the best of her knowledge, had done nothing wrong that would warrant the pain and suffering she was experiencing at the time. She said that she ran away at some point in search for her mother only to find that she had sold the house and moved away. The pimp did eventually get her and when she asked the pimp how much longer she had to be there in order to pay her mother’s debt, the pimp responded, ‘Until you die.’

Now that is rough life right there.

She was rescued by missionaries but how many more are like her, not just in her country Cambodia but in the world over?

This just caused me to appreciate what I have at this point. She also mentioned how unfair it was that people have caring mothers and a family that loves them and she didn’t. I do agree with her, it is terribly unfair.

And you know what is even more unfair?

Me daring to complain about ANYTHING. After looking at her life, what would my justification be? So my friends when you think you are having a particularly bad day, stay calm and whistle. It really could get worse. Much worse.

Selah- pause, and calmly think about that!

Cheers.

Babe don’t do this

Jake: Samantha do not do this to me. Please. I beg you.

Silence

Jake: Samantha I have done nothing but care for you, given you all you need and more. I don’t understand what I have done to deserve this.

Silence

Jake: Okay babe I need you to do something. Say something. Anything.

Silence

Blink

Jake: That is all I get? I need more than that! I have been here with you for the past thirty minutes trying to figure out what is wrong with you and all you give me is a blink?

Silence

Jake: Fine. Format time, you undependable ungrateful machine.

Don’t call me babe.

By Kya Hither

I am not your woman

So do not call me babe,

Do not call me love

And do not call me the dreaded ‘sweetie’.

I deem these words rent;

Borrowing from my well of emotions

Until further notice or convenience.

I cringe and squirm because

how do I tell you that

I do not consider you honey

or miss you in the slightest?!

So don’t tell me sweet nothings,

you are not my man.

If you were

then those nothings would translate

into sweet butterfly and heat causing

somethings.

But you…

You can call me anything you like

and you can tell me anything you like

really, I don’t mind.

Age is not a number

For those who know me well there are instances you may have called me ‘stupid’ or ‘foolish’ and not necessarily in the dictionary context of those words but because I said something extremely silly. I blame the people I live with, including my mum, whom I have been telling with increasing frequency, ‘Mum, we are not that tight’ mostly after a TMI moment. Plus she says stuff like ‘Mimi ni mdogo!’ or ‘Jipe shuguli!’, loosely translated to mean ‘I am small/humble’ and ‘mind your own business’ . I blame ads.

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So yesterday morning as my mum was getting tea I stood by her and began singing to her. Yes, quite sweet, romantic even, no? She didn’t think so. She quite literally told me to grow up. With love of course. What people, and she mostly, forget is that I am 23, turning 24 in seven months. I am grown up in many other aspects and can carry deep and intellectual conversations with mother dearest, but once in a while a fondness for this woman will overtake me and I will be reduced to doing silly things to show my love for her! 😀

I reminded her my age and added I am not 30. I also proceeded to say how she had hurt my feelings (not really) and that she was putting me down as I was trying to serenade her. I can’t believe I actually said that. *shakes head*

She said that I may not be 30 but I will get to 40 and wonder where my youth went to. This made me realize that the phrase ‘age is nothing but a number’ is a big lie!

Last night it rained quite heavily out of the blues and as I was waiting for my elder brother to pick me up from the stage (he really is awesome), one of the touts of the neighbourhood matatus walked out of the shop and stopped to say hi. We talked a bit though he got offensive at some point but quickly turned religious when I said he was diluting the goodness of the bible study I was just from. After asking how old I was, he shook his head and said, ‘Don’t tell people you are twenty three years old, tell them you are twenty three years young!’

So I am young, and these years I have lived are not numbers, and neither are the years ahead of me. Age comes with a lot of experiences and lessons and character building, though I do acknowledge not everyone matures as they go through life’s many checkpoints.  I am not about to sacrifice my youth and my personality for the sake of being ‘grown up’. After arguing my case, even my mother understood where I was coming from.

As my friend Trezer often says, ‘YOLO!’

 

God’s temple? Thinks again.

[Added post publish: the views here solely focus on John 14: 15-24 and may not reflect the topic of salvation.]

1. We are told that the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.

2. We know that the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.

3. We do not understand what it means to have our bodies as the temple of the Holy Spirit.

Wondering how I can make this bold generalization? A quick glance at my life reveals this truth and a look at the lives and listening to the conversations of people around me, this concept is equally un-process-able, if you may allow me to butcher the English language for the sake of driving the point home. Fine, there are people trying to live a pure life in obedience to God but then they don’t speak with the authority that comes with knowing that God dwells in them.

I know I don’t. Sadly.

This revelation came to me today morning and I have been trying to distance myself from the idea because of just how scary the implications are.

Here are some verses from John 14.

15 If you [really] love Me, you will keep (obey) My commands.

16 And I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Comforter (Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, and Standby), that He may remain with you forever—

 17 … for He lives with you [constantly] and will be in you.

20 At that time [when that day comes] you will know [for yourselves] that I am in My Father, and you [are] in Me, and I [am] in you.

21 The person who has My commands and keeps them is the one who [really] loves Me; and whoever [really] loves Me will be loved by My Father, and I [too] will love him and will show (reveal, manifest) Myself to him. [I will let Myself be clearly seen by him and make Myself real to him.]

And again:

23 Jesus answered, If a person [really] loves Me, he will keep My word [obey My teaching]; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home (abode, special dwelling place) with him.

24 Anyone who does not [really] love Me does not observe and obey My teaching. And the teaching which you hear and heed is not Mine, but [comes] from the Father Who sent Me.

So the Spirit, we are told, lives in us constantly and that He will be with us. Christ also says that he is in his Father and that we are in him so, by extension, we are also in God.

Now, we are given the condition of having God love us and come make a home with us which is through obedience to Christ’s teachings. The ‘Our home’, I believe, refers to  God, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Note that it says and We will come to him and make Our home (abode, special dwelling place) with him’ and not in him’. It takes combined effort to make this home. This ‘special dwelling place’ is not just the Three coming to set up shop in us without our input. We are not dummies that are vacant to be occupied by whomever.

The reason why we don’t really think about and act on this almost overemphasized truth is because we need to put effort on our part and that is not the doctrine many people preach. Effort is by:

  • Showing we love Jesus by following his commands, and after we do this,
  •  He will ask the Father to give us the Holy Spirit

Christ repeats in verse 15, 21 and 23 if a person loves him they will keep [obey] his commands and in 21 and 23 he again emphasizes that we have an active role to play in being loved by God, His abiding with and in us and His manifestation. We just don’t merely sit there and be loved and have God reveal Himself to us.

In conclusion, we are told that we are the temple of the Holy Spirit if you are a ‘Christian’ but scripture shows that it is more than that. You have to show that you love God for Him to make a home in you and with you. You can’t be doing whatever you want, living life as you please not following His teachings and expect Him to live in you let alone love you.

To top that up in verse 24 Christ says ‘Anyone who does not [really] love Me does not observe and obey My teaching.’ So quite literally, you can tell who loves Jesus and who doesn’t.

So, upon looking at your life, are you the temple, home, special dwelling place of the Trinity?

I have a lot of reflecting to do.

Cheers.

PS: I am exhausted. I have, for some reason, been having difficulty with falling sleep. I hope that the above thoughts are developed enough to make sense and get you thinking. Also, I apologize for any typos that may have escaped my eye.