AJUWAYA!
03:45, Thursday, November 24, 2009 the ‘biggle’, oh, that horn had its effect on me. Not long after….., “if you are still on the bed you’re wrong……”, “HOW?!!!!!!” “Is it day-break already?”… “I still need more sleep”, but right at that time my options were limited, at least for this day. I had to stand up from my so-called mattress and get out for the drills! “KILLER” is his name, at least that’s what we know him by, a paramilitary with a...
Read MoreMy Country Weeps
My country weeps through the night My country weeps in deep fright My country weeps and prays to see the rising of the sun For my country has its land – its own Zarephath We have our place of Refinement But we live in our land like a widow For our widowhood signifies desolation How Ironic and painful That desolation thrives in a place of Refinement My country’s case is like a child who resides on a pasture-covered ground A ground flowing with water, milk and honey “Go on child, eat of...
Read MoreThe Two Pots
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the two pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long work from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and the half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect one was proud of its...
Read MoreA Man, his Dog and a Heaven – Part 2
Harrowing moments later, a weary traveler takes sure steps towards his new home. By his side is his friend – a little mutt with a lisp in his bark. At his back is a country he once sought. He had found his way with a choice: he’d rather leave the place where tears aren’t orphans of a grieving heart than leave the ordinariness of friendship. Only then does he experience something truly frighteningly magical. A few feet from the gates, his faithful friend falls limply to his side,...
Read MoreA Man, his Dog, and a Heaven – Part 1
I know a story with dusty feet, mud and dreams; a story with pearly gates, a dog and an experience. It is the song we sing about a journey, a journey with one man – restless and seeking – on the way to heaven. With nothing more than a little sack of nothings and a bigger bag of hope, this little man goes in search of heaven’s famed doors, Orún. He sought that place where tears aren’t truant orphans of a grieving heart, where the stars smiled back at you. He heard he could find this...
Read MoreFrustration
In your throat A heavy chest, windy sighs Despair at living Plodding on with muddied feet towards prairies we haven’t seen Striving to dance to echoes of tunes we haven’t heard Have you ever feared to be alone And then groaned when company came? Have you ached to noisy innards But hated the silence thereafter Pored through a theology book and came off With neither questions nor answers but This stranger, this intruding confusion Frustrating the whole, mocking the fragments Resisting...
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