Coke or Champagne?

Happenstance...?

As I walked briskly out of the office, in strides long enough to reinforce how determined I was not to be late for the midweek service in church, those words hit my pinna...

Wetin I wan go do for heaven, na so so coke and fanta dem go dey share for dia. Whereas WE go dey pop champagne for hell every night...party go plenty!

My feet opposed the law of motion as my entire body stood still to give my office security guard a 'you-are-dying-from-verbal-diarrhea' look

His words, however carelessly said, echoed in  my mind.

Musing time...

The worth of your value system is directly proportional to the worth of your 'driving beneficiary' .Your driving beneficiary is buried deep in the core of who you are (not who people think you are).

Whatever it is you are deciding or silent about (whether in a false attempt not to decide-which is invariably a decision also OR in the innocence of not knowing better);whether it seems transient or far reaching; spontaneously or thoughtfully; there is the sure influence of your value system!

Not sure about what your worth is? Carry out an imaginative reconstruction of your decisions.

#PAUSE

#random.fast.yet.comprehensively.animated.playback.of.all.i.have.said.above (A momentary flashback...Just like in them cartoons) *smiles* 

Oh! Ok where is the correlation? Your office security guard? His verbal diarrhea effluent?

Hold up! Ever considered how much of 'verbal decisions' our words are? Whether or not our lips or gumption have enough strength to hold them back.

Stir...

Make your eyes listen twice and your lips and gumption say these words once...

The power of life and death are in my tongue and my decisions henceforth are a reflection of my priced value system!

Wait a minute! Oh Lord. Did i just get on the wrong bus? I guess i was too engrossed in documenting this. Will i make it early to this meeting?

To be continued...

[ Value Systems Inc Series : Episode 1 - Coke or Champagne?  (Words and Actions) ]

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YOU OVERCAME

That my love for you wakes me eons before my alarm clock does

That my thirst for you brings my knees to the floor quicker than my needs set my foot into the day

That deep worship of who you are to me vibrates through my core, decibels louder than my voice can in singing of your goodness

That you overcame

That before I am offended, I know I have forgiven

That before I am loved, I am a slave to love others

That to me all things are pure

That, so unequivocally, You overcame  

That every of the word of my mouth is seasoned with life

That it all works together for my good, even beyond my eyes can carry

That no weapon formed against me has an element of togetherness

That to confound the wise, You overcame

That in the midst of confusion, all I see is a fusion of the truths

That the endless truths of your love for me transcend all dimensions of reason

That while I was yet a sinner, I was indeed your saint

On that cross, You overcame

That even when I am drawn off by my own desires

That the spirit within gently nudges me aright

That gradually and then confidently my position in you keeps me sane

Surely, You overcame

That all the glory be due you, for all it seemed I did alone

That none of what is mine, truly is

That you wrote my value system correctly

In all sovereignty you overcame

That even when those lines seem worthless to me

That people still find life and direction in them

That through it all, I am mere clay and you the treasure within

'ExceedAntOvely', you overcame

That I just simply never existed

That no-one, nothing will ever mould me like you do

That I may never comprehend my thirst for more of you

Beyond all doubt and conviction, you overcame

That all conscious and unconscious authority

Every victory,obscure and obvious

Is never mine but wholly and truly yours

For now and for always, you overcame

By the temple-cloth-renting blood of the lamb

And the word of our testimony-boldly witnessed, 'death-defyingly' and rightly divided 

We, with every fibre of our being (however in our earthly,frail frame) have overcome

You, through these several dispensation-reaching feats yet 'InOneWordia' overcame

hANgXIETY

I hear these subconscious loud whispers in your mind, very silent shouts that drown your present...

                          ‘How do I achieve my many dreams,especially with my present state?’

                                                    ‘I need to secure my future.’

                                                    ‘Lord, I need your direction.’

                                         ‘Why don't I have the job of my dreams?’                                                                                                                      

                                                  The woman of my ribs?’

               ‘That man that would love me silly and yet be very good looking and well groomed?’

                                                    ‘Those things that he has?’

                                               ‘Oh! The things she gets freely?’

But consider...

Do the birds of the sky sow or reap? Do they have brains to be analytical? A mind and heart, to dream and plot or feel like you do? Yet they achieve satisfaction with their daily needs.

Do I need remind you that I created the birds of the air after its kind but the Godhead did you after 'ourself'? That the bird had no particular reference while you have the image and likeness of the Godhead as the reference point?

Have you ever taken time out to see how beautiful the wildflower is? So magnificently beautiful that it makes Solomon normal in all his splendour. A plant flourishing so well in the wild, yet 'twas never seeded of any one's intent.

That without toil nor spin doth the lilies of the field dwarf Solomon’s splendour?                                Yet the lilies (-the grass in the forest, that didn't need my breath to be) are here today and burnt up tomorrow while you who I predestined to be here even before the foundations of the earth was established; you whose everyday is marked in my palm from while you were yet in your mother's womb; and this same you that I lavished with all of myself on the cross expend yourself to toil and spin. How more little and indeed non-existent can your faith be?

Selah! (pause, and think very calmly of these)...

Yeah, not even your basic needs give meaning. Haven't you figured that Life is more than bread and your body, much more than cladding (be it first class or economy). Does worry increase your wisdom or your ability and/or capacity to purpose?

Would you rather seek these things and by that singular action be an idolater? Wouldn't you rather aim at and strive after my way of doing and being right-consistently and as your way of life and...

...And in swearing by Myself, so audible and unwaveringly... 

...all these things shall I add unto you

Dedicated to WumiBee.

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www.kkolade.blogspot.com @kkolade

Tragedy?

Are you a tragedy? Forgive the question but what i term the greatest of tragedies is life lived the same way everyday. Letting your potential remain potential is the greatest tragedy there can ever be. If God can do through you much more than you can imagine, what are you waiting for?

Dream forth your potentials and take a deliberate (however small) step to change that little thing and watch your potential turn kinetic.

Irrespective of how glorious the present seems, tomorrow always had greater shine. Leave behind the shine of yesterday,your tomorrow lies in taking this bold step.

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...She is more

After a hard day's work, as soothing chilled air oozes out of the airconditioning vents, my toes wriggle free of my socks, arms stretched as my lips give away a silent yawn and my back hits the bed and just then I shut my eyes and I gazed upon my heartfelt desire...

I feel (so deeply) her focused love and tears-provoking passion for God and the things of God. For I can be certain that she would then be able to love me close to how much I would do her.

Realizing how pivotal loving Him is (to her life) definitely births depth in her person. The kind that see things from more than her set of eyes, the kind that knows just how silly I am and still knows how irreplaceable I will forever be, the kind that is focused at play and toil, that kind whose smile always holds more.

The woman who would see sense(however irrationally) in why I can't stand Eba, will manage pounded yam and work at ensuring that I have a better eating habit before I corrupt my unborn children with 'sweetthingsomiasis'.

That gorgeous angel that realizes that I have always fantasized about long hair, starry eyes, a cute frame and lovely fingers but still wears her short hair, normal eyes, bespoke frame and fingers just the way they are.

She knows how far I could go to wear an unreasonably expensive fragrance, that wristwatch...oh! the shades...and get her the most expensive gifts ever and still be my financial custodian, allowing only the expedient!

No wonder she understands that I love to sit beside her while she drives us to church, watch me while I pound her yam for lunch while my parents are visiting and that I eat her 'kokorised' semo with mixed feelings.

That at all times finds it safer to bear it all out to me, have us face the misunderstandings, lessons learnt and makeups...while we consolidate our own story, not just her ideas, her mom's or other advisers.

The kind that after reading all of these (unlike the one who thinks to herself...'He seeks a perfect woman'), smiles and deeply wishes to be all and more but realizes that this may be the 'feared path of perfection', a mortal man's dreams but still knows that even if she isn't half of all of these...she is more,much more than she is!

...with eyes still shut and body totally curled up around my pillow, i can feel my lungs expand considerably within me as i inhale a long burst of chilled air and i turn around and afford myself another deep gaze...  

#Eyes.Wide.Shut.Series

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www.kkolade.blogspot.com @kkolade

MAKE HAY

Matter…

Make hay while the sun shines - an expression we say more often than we use its meaning.

Mass and Premise…

Hay making is a process that has existed for several thousands of years and is the longest established method of conserving grass for feeding livestock through the periods when it may be impossible to get good grazing. Successful haymaking relies on the crop of grass being thoroughly dried before it is stored.

The first step in hay making is the cutting of the grass. This must be done when the weather is fine and several continuous dry days are expected. Hay that has been rained on is of poorer quality and may be unpalatable. 

Force, Stirs and purges…

While a man admires the greenery, another makes hay of it. Are you living in the dreams of how green your future is for too long a period of time that you have created a more future future of what should be your present? Do you just see the green in the grass (or the lack of it) or do you see the hay locked in it?

Hay is not made by just knowing the grass has the potency. The first step to making hay is cutting the grass. The grass may not dry up properly, the blisters may find home in your palms and yes the grass will be all over your apparels but you are free from the thought of ‘what will happen if I …’ and can move on to the next thing.

To make hay you have to be in the grass, under the sun. The grass does truly itch sometimes, the sun may cause a tan but you will not get good hay while avoiding the grass or the sun. When the sun is up, find your place in that ‘grass’, work the hay in your present life circumstances- work, relationships and even that depressing stance. Getting a tan does have its advantages.

Making hay is a harvesting. Harvesting to store for when the need to graze may arise. Even when in some perspective grass is only seen as weed (- unwanted plant). Making hay is harvesting unwanted plant. However unwanted or unpalatable a situation may seem, there is a worthy harvest in that unpalatable situation.

 Find the green in the grass, go beyond the finding and cut the grass, make a harvest out of it and get a tan while you are at it.  Make hay while the sun shines.

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