...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

Random.Musings.of.a.GeniusMined.

© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2013. A RareMusing Works! 

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.

#Random.Musings.of.a.GeniusMined.

© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2013. A RareMusing Works! 

www.kkolade.blogspot.com @kkolade

Love Musing

To what height are we really meant to climb to?

To have an oversight of how it really should be worked? 

To what depth must we dig to stumble upon its real treasures? 

How far and wide must we sojourn to be caught in the webs of its mechanisms?

To what extent do you really exist? 

To what degree must we yearn to have you in your purest form?

 How must our minds be clothed and in what fabrics?

When are we right to seek you? 

At what age are we ripe for your thrills and tickles? 

To what would we owe your visit and departure?

In what dialects are you most potent? 

To what ends am I allowed to express you?

On whose order do I make you unconditional? 

In what measures do I safely dish you out? 

Dish you out, in a serving that does not make the brain cripple nor the mind coward?

Of what grounds do I verify your verisimilitude? 

From whom should I really expect you in all purity and no-strings-attached-ity? 

How would your bearer be clad? 

What rhythm would that heart reek of? 

How deeply rooted should I expect you to be?

In Kirk Franklin’s lyrics, my heart echoes

LOVE, a word that comes and goes.
But few people really know what it means to really love somebody.
Love, though the tears may fade away. I’m so glad your love will stay
Cause I love you and you show me, Jesus, what it really means to love.

#Random.Musings.of.a.GeniusMined.

© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2012. A RareMusing Works! 

www.kkolade.blogspot.com @kkolade

Irrevocably, A-Musing-ly Loved up

Everyone asks why I am the way I am

Thoughts, actions, eyes and even words quiz

So ruffled yet very truly deeply calm

Sailing through turbulent tides

Yet arriving more intact than I was before setting sail

Through the ups and the downs

Filled with praise so much that my sorrows drown

As my joy earns a raise

Songs of victory adorn my lips

Even when the air reeks of defeat

Consistently birthing the kingdom within

Practically living ‘thy kingdom come’

Even in the face of the seeming endless wait

Confused, Worried and uncertain, such was my lot

Convinced, Calm and certain, a life I live so deeply

Justified beyond words, so much that the word ‘justified’ just doesn’t fit it out.

How else would you explain that ‘…all things work together for my good’?

How much adds up to the depth of my existence ‘…even before the foundations of the earth’?

Ever had questions so deep that only tears can express?

Tears of how much I see that you love me.

Love me, so very first even before I knew you existed.

For I am weary from carrying on without expressing this to you

Every now and then, within the pockets of my ‘busy’ day

Even in the face of my most obvious blessing

Here it is, precious Lord.

I say this from my heart to you.

I am deeply in love with you.

And this is how it all works together, adds up and starts to get expressed.

Irrespective of what the morrow brings, I so very deeply do.

For this is what I live for right now

Through the tears, the words, that song and this lifestyle.

Just to tell you how much I am in love with you.

© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2012. A RareMusing Works!

Think out of the box!

Question: 

How many squares do you see in the diagram below?

Solution:
Take one small square as 1 x 1.

16 numbers of 1 x 1 squares (entire grid i.e 4 x 4=16)
9 numbers of 2 x 2 squares ( 3 on each row of 2no 1x1 squares)
4 numbers of 3 x 3 squares (start from d 4corners of d entire grid)
2 numbers of 1 x 1 squares (positioned inside the grid)
8 numbers of smaller squares (4 in one 1 x 1 square)
1 number 4 x 4 square (the whole grid is the biggest square)

Total : 16 + 9 + 4 + 2 + 8 + 1 = 40 squares.


Lessons:
Think out of every box (square) and you will find a way to solving (or getting a better perspective to) everything.

"The greatest spirit of illusion possesses the body of normacly". (Kayode Kolade 2012: @kkolade)

Does something look very normal (or comfortable) to you? Step out of your present context and view it from another perspective. Only then will you appreciate the dynamic nature of growth and reap of it.

"Context is the platform on which perspective is built. Define the context and your perspective becomes obvious".   (Kayode Kolade 2012: @kkolade)

THINK OUT OF THE BOX !!!


{Just in case you have a superior explanation to justify your answer of the number of squares in the diagram above, please do not hesitate to post your comments here... *winks*}

My 1000th freebie

Griiing!!! Griiing!!! The pesky peace-snatching chime of my alarm helps start the day and after snoozing in a little while longer I roll my lazy frame off my comfort and bring my knees to the soft but sure prickings of the rug by my bed. Rubbing my face briskly as though speckles of sleep adorned it, elbows angled and hands clasped, I whispered a few words to the one who made all these and many more possible. Flipping through my bible with eyes scanning steadily for my daily bread, my soul listened for its food. Foot and ankle; shin, calf and knee; a worthy order with which my weight steadied up in the air. I made for the wardrobe, picking out my clothing for the day. With my green towel in my hands I made for the shower and walked out of it cleaner and moist. I stared into the mirror and beheld for a few seconds, my well-dressed frame and just as seconds gave way to minutes, I hit the road. With cool air brushing past my face and music filtering into my ears, I was headed for work.

And then…

With his shirt buttoned up wrongly, his pants missing every other belt-hole and his foldable staff clutched in his hands, he takes one step at a time, obviously unsure if the next one would afford him another. He feels body heat nearby and whispers in this direction, ‘Could you please help me get on a bus to Obalende?’ The other stranger obliged and while holding his hand, led him on a bus to his destination. He stepped on and made to take a seat at the empty space that was to occupy the last foldable seat and just then I said, ‘Hold on, may I help you extend the seat?’ with a thankful smile, he said, ‘Thank you sir’ and sat down slowly and carefully. While he sensed that the bus was coming to final halt, he turned to his side as though he could see or even knew the stranger beside him, ‘Could you please lead me out of the bus?’

He stood at the ever-busy bus stop, stretching out his staff and then he started making his way forward. Carefully and steadily, in a direction only he knew.

And just then…

I thought to myself. Deeply and soberly, how would it feel if I had to depend on the stranger I cannot see to take my next step? Turn to the next source of body heat to know when to get across the street? And put my weight on a staff, one I cannot even see?

How I take every ‘free gift’ for granted? My eyes see, ears hear, hands hold, legs walk, sense of smell and balance direct, and my mind births. These and many more, are a part of my daily freebies to make a difference with. And here-in lies my 1000^th freebie, ‘the ability to thank God for all these and more, willingly’.

You have read, you have seen but wouldn’t it be sin not to use up your 1000^th freebie.

{A RareMusing by GeniusMined2012. @kkolade}

Beyond ImaChination …

God MADE Him who had no sin…, so that we might become His righteousness… (1 Cor. 5:21)

In 1969, the Jacob sheep society was formed in the quest to preserve the rare, multi-virtued breed of sheep. Their extremely attractive wool, highly sought-after skin and incredibly succulent meat not to mention its ornamental appearance made them a priced game at the mercies of poachers.

The Jacob sheep, are very self-sufficient breeds whose ewes require little help in respect of lambing.

Jacobs are able to produce quick maturing lamb with sound commercial potential.

In Genesis 30:37-39, Jacob MADE an express image of what he needed to achieve right before the sheep as they mated and they birthed the manifestation of his need. He didn’t just conceive the image but created a visible association to leverage on which was obviously beyond the present context of the sheep that were mating.

Do you live in the ‘slum’ in some area of your life and keep day dreaming of the goodness that lace the streets of the ‘city of affluence’?

Do you keep stopping that one thing so many times that you are now more comfortable with the word ‘stopping’ than ‘stopped’?

Have you found home with what I term the syndrome of unrepentant stagnancy? Irrespective of how succulent that bed is, you never know how great a day it is if you don’t take that one step out of bed.

If God never made ‘Him who had no sin’ and Jacob, a visible association of the express image of his need, we definitely wouldn’t have had that divine righteousness-affording-blood and definitely not a multi-varied, society-forming worthy, rare breed of sheep.

How many inexplicable wonders are you ‘definitely not’ allowing yourself achieve?

“Within me is power to do excee-dant-ovely more - than I have in the past and the future that no eye hath seen”. [Kayode Kolade,2012]

{A SuccinctMusing by GeniusMined2012. @kkolade }