“Be joyful in hope”- Romans 12:12

When asked, at the end of his career, what great lessons he had learned from history, the great American historian Charles Beard answered, “I’ve learned four:

First – whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power.
Second- the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceedingly fine
Third- the bee fertilizes the flower it robs.
Fourth- only when it’s dark are you able to see the stars.”


Charles Beard was a hope-a-holic. So am I. I have an incurable, instinctive, impulsive tendency to surrender to hope. I know yesterday is a cancelled check. Today is cash in hand to spend as I want. And tomorrow is a promissory note from God almighty.
This hope will not disappoint. Our “hopes” may not all be fulfilled, but hope is its own immediate reward; it offers us the gift of unceasing optimism.

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Think about all the things in your life that give you a sense of hope. Next time you’re feeling discouraged or disappointed, read through your hope list and you’ll find renewed optimism.

You asked to sleep with me but


you had no intentions of sleep.


Rather you craved something lively,


an intimacy quite deep.


I let you lye next to my body for


I wanted to feel how our forms touched.


I wanted to see if we fit, if by


you I was always meant to be clutched.


Plus I knew your skin was itching,


burning with a yearning to sense mine,


to explore and to learn, to create something sublime.


To, hopefully, inevitably slowly intertwine.


And just as we started the sheets began


to vibrate with a current of electricity


that hummed it’s way into us and spun


the bed spiritedly on the ceiling.


It was magic and


I couldn’t catch my breath


as you smiled, writhing yourself into my neck.


You asked to sleep with me but


you had no intentions of sleep, instead


you curled your fingers around my thighs


and whispered for me to gently spread.


As I did our lips danced between kisses and grins


and my whimpers twirled chaotically into your laughter .


and I knew each moment I was unraveling faster and faster


but I excused the present and would worry about the detriments after.


At that moment I just wanted the giggles.


I just wanted the escape of air,


the shimmer of lightheartedness


as if the pain in the past had never been there.


But it couldn’t be that simple and I should have been aware


of the intoxicating effects that you were breathing into the air.


If I’d left my mind outside and listened to my senses


I would have been better prepared


for the repercussions that would transpire


during this intimate affair,


for the professions I’d confess that I never meant to declare.


Because as my laughter grew louder so did my fucking heart


and between gasps of breath I uttered words of priceless value.



“I love you” poured from the depths of my river and began to drown you


in silence. You didn’t respond because there was no comprehension of how to.


And I could never blame you


because in my head I was just as confused.


But I had said the words and I’d said them to you


and I tasted them on my lips as they cascaded through.


Like every flavor of every fruit


mixed with pop rocks, I savored the traces of “I love you”.


And you may have gone silent but your face spoke to me.


The exertion from your orgasm left you vulnerable and on your knees.


I had said the words I love you and then you came in me.


You asked to sleep with me


but you had no intentions of sleep.


You kissed the top of my crazy head full of my crazy thoughts,


an act of compassion, of acceptance I’ve always sought,


a lesson in intimacy that I needed to be taught.


And then as my hands were lost somewhere under the covers


your fingers began to hunt like lonely, longing, lovers


until they grasped mine and then we grasped each other.


You asked to sleep with me


but you had no intention of sleep.


You laid there memorizing


while I laid on your chest to dream.


You wondered and you imagined


as you watched and idolized


and I am amazed by my delicate crystal


reflection coming from your eyes.


You asked to sleep with me and finally


you closed your eyes knowing what you would dream of


and I laid there in idyllic marvel as we both drifted off into love.

A REAL MAN

A real man is not a person who can
impregnate a woman; any guy can also
impregnate a woman. Even a 17 year old boy
can impregnate a woman but that does not
make him a man.


A real man is not a person who is good in
bed. Any idiot can be good in bed.


A real man is not a person who beats his
wife/girlfriend. Infact it is only idiots that
beat their women.


A real man is a person who tolerates his
woman


A real man is a person who controls his
anger


A real man is the person who shows real
care and love to his woman


A real man is the person who knows how
to solve the crises and problems in his
relationship


A real man does not beat his woman

A real man is hardworking. He is not lazy

A real man can endure, persevere and be
patient

A real man can overlook the bad
behaviors of his woman


A real man corrects his woman with love.

Real men make their women happy.


Therefore, ladies, when choosing a man, date
real men only.
Marry real men only. If you are not happy in
your relationship now, that means your guy
is not a real man.!
Look beyond sex and money and go for
happiness and peace of mind.

Dear Son of my Countryman.

Dear son of my Countryman Son of my many fathers I write to you brother who fights in the army

My prayers for your safety awaken me every morning
You who has taken that rifle to fight our enemy
And courageously stand guard to protect our Sovereignty, our borders and our integrity
I wanted to tell you how proud I’m of your parents To which it would be a lie.
A terrible lie
You see, son of my many fathers’
I knew your father once.
A brief interlude
But enough to spur events that would shape Two decades, going three of my life.
Yes, your father, the one whom you worship The one whose mantle, love, leadership brightened your horizon
Simultaneously tore my world and darkened my universe.
He, who gave your sister the life so charming, That she holds that scalpel with pride to heal,
He that mentored your brother to take that legal pen to protect the law.
Yes him, proud papa stole my youth in one brief interlude.
Now, as I celebrate my threescore, I hardly cry nomore
For my tears have turned to sighs, of what pride I did know
Now your sister celebrates, as I cringe before men
In him, the head, his big tummy of recognition and status,
Squeezed and pinned me on the ground with all his military might and experience
Yes the one who shaped the lawyer in my ‘other’ sibling took my right to scream that fateful day
With a knife on my throat, he thrust his bulk and ushered me to an abyss
Through him, I knew a beast had a fatherly form.
That smile of recognition could be a welcome to your special hell.
But alas, hello truly has ‘hell’ in it.
Now as you prepare to commence your union with your rib,
With lifes’ bounty, I bless you
May his second generation never meet one like him
For your daughter my dear brother may find one like him.
And in one swift interlude, her world may be ripped apart.
And find her innocence nolonger celebrated and youth tolerated.
Seeking numbness in ills ways and all trust alienated.
Dear son of my Countryman Son of my many fathers.

If only you could hear my thoughts God...

If only you could hear my thoughts God They are full of pain Too much immeasurable agony Unending, unceasing Constant and raw I can’t escape the abyss of my heart Its become a home to torment To numb it, I keep running Seeking a hiding place A refuge But nothing can still the chaos No amount of sane methods can Leaving the unconventional That which leave my remaining soul More than lost Yes if only you could hear me Lord And feel my pain, without chastising me And answer! Then I would feel less of a monster And heed thy ways And follow thy paths of peace!

WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE FAILED

WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE FAILED Lord, are you trying to tell me something? For……. Failure does not mean I’m a failure; It does mean I have not yet succeeded. Failure does not mean I have accomplished nothing; It does mean I have learned something. Failure does not mean I have been a fool; It does mean I had enough faith to experiment. Failure does not mean I’ve been disgraced; It does mean I dared to try. Failure does not mean I don’t have it; It does mean I have to do something in a different way. Failure does not mean I am inferior; It does mean I am not perfect. Failure does not mean I’ve wasted my time; It does mean I have an excuse to start over. Failure does not mean I should give up; It does mean I must try harder. Failure does not mean I’ll never make it; It does mean I need more patience. Failure does not mean You have abandoned me; It does mean You must have a better idea. Amen

If You Are WiSE

If you are wise, you will forget yourself unto greatness. Forget your rights, but remember your responsibilities. Forget your inconveniences, but remember your blessings. Forget your own accomplishments, but remember your debts to others. Forget your privileges, but remember your obligations. Follow the examples of Florence Nightingale, of Albert Schweitzer, of Abraham Lincoln, of Mother Teresa, of Wang are Maathai, of Tom Dooley and forget yourself into greatness. If you are wise, you will empty yourself into adventure. Remember the words of General Douglas MacArthur: “There is no security on this earth. There is only opportunity.” Empty your days of the search for security; fill them with a passion for service. Empty your hours of the ambition for recognition; fill them with the aspiration for achievement. Empty your moments of the need for entertainment; fill them the quest for creativity. If you are wise, you will lose yourself into immortality. Lose your cynicism. Lose your doubts. Lose your fears. Lose your anxiety. Lose your unbelief. Remember these truths: A son must soon forget himself to long remembered. He must empty himself in order to discover a fuller self. He must lose himself to find himself. Forget yourself into greatness. Empty yourself into adventure. Lose yourself into immortality.