The Undiluted....

 How did she get here? How did we become strangers? This love have grown sour This love we once shared Or maybe there was no love at all. She feels naked Like a prey left in the wild The love that shielded her That brought warmth  Has been snatched so violently How do you claim to love  Yet all you do is hurt This heart wants to love  This heart breaks This heart must then roam Until she finds rest within her soul This heart must find herself This naked soul has lost her 🔥

"The saints did not see suffering as an obstacle but saw their suffering as opportunities" - Jon Leonette St Peter reminds me of the constant battle with Christianity and indeed with life in general. Imagine denying the lord three times, he was constantly in a mental battle, always questioning and doubting. These are real Life challenges that we face in today's life, but he reminds me that it's okay to mess up and that it's always worth it to get back up. St Theresa of Calcutta on the other hand reminds me of the spiritual darkness people face and also of perseverance. She reminds me that though now a saint, being human comes with spiritual darkness but at the end, perseverance remains key. Sometimes it's self inflicted troubles or sufferings at the hands of others. As St Teresa Avila famously replied God "if this is how you treat your friends, no wonder you have so few" such a witty reply but she reminds me to have some humour though dealing

By Amarachi Chima At a time like this, especially for my generation, it's difficult to just be home away from life on the fast lane. It's time to shutdown, isolate and social distance It seems like mother nature purges after every century, she reboots, she reminds us that we are still very much immortal, reminding us of what truly matters. At this time, we must love more, give more, reflect more. Appreciate life more and the things that matter the most. We must never forget the ones that sacrificed the most for us in times like this and also the ones that have lost out in this race. For we that will make it, May we tell of this history and educate the next generation of the battles we fought, from Boko Haram to Ebola and now COVID-19 May we most importantly teach them the lessons we learnt from all these. Like how we stood together yet apart to stop the spread, how we learnt to slow down, reflect, love, give and reboot. There are no assurances of tomorrow But in

Look at me I'm black, strong, beautiful Just like the jewel of the Savannah I'm elegant, so golden. In your greed and with your weapons, you robbed and killed. Turned brothers against brothers You took our gold, silver, crude, copper, timber, palm oil, rubber, even to our diety and give us your version of Truth and dare to call it  Christianity, this list could go on. You turned us to your slaves and deemed us unworthy yet you stick your filthy dicks in our women. So fuck you! You stand there and preach Christ, when all you do is the opposite. Saying our version is black and evil, even demonic, you take our "JUJU" and give us your Bible and call it the true account. I see we have one God but several devils. Fuck you! How dare you steal our resources, make yourselves richer and call us dirty niggas, enslave us and rape our minds, filling it with your version of rubbish. You take our golds and crown your Kings and queens leaving our IGWES, LOLOS, OBAS, EMIR

A speech POPE FRANCIS gave in yesterday's homily / sermon! *You can have flaws, be anxious, and even be angry, but do not forget that your life is the greatest enterprise in the world. Only you can stop it from going bust. Many appreciate you, admire you and love you. Remember that to be happy is not to have a sky without a storm, a road without accidents, work without fatigue, relationships without disappointments. To be happy is to find strength in forgiveness, hope in battles, security in the stage of fear, love in discord. It is not only to enjoy the smile, but also to reflect on the sadness. It is not only to celebrate the successes, but to learn lessons from the failures. It is not only to feel happy with the applause, but to be happy in anonymity. Being happy is not a fatality of destiny, but an achievement for those who can travel within themselves. To be happy is to stop feeling like a victim and become your destiny's author. It is to cross deserts, yet to be able to