I’m a child of silent wonder,
In the things I quietly ponder,
When I thought I was under,
I learnt of love more funder,
I serve a God of wonder.
I
daily see the miraculous,
Putting aside every loss,
Not in how I fought to win,
But in the grace of him,
Who came for the great cause,
My weary soul to win.
The times I felt dejected,
When I was often rejected,
So many things were affected,
As if nothing was protected,
Good left me neglected.
Yet in the soil of my wailing prayers,
Dead seeds planted of failing affairs,
I cried lakes of sailing tears,
Almost fell to availing fears,
But I saw his prevailing cares.
Wait, I have a testimony of praise,
Not just of a passing phase,
From every slump he will raise,
Set your crazy life ablaze,
To sing of his goodness always.
Sometimes, I don’t do
the things I meant to do,
Not that I could not the things I thought I could,
In the times I wonder of doing the ones I would,
It just seems the will and strength not just there,
And it is not that I really do not even care,
When the longing comes to fulfil what I could just do,
I could beat myself into regret and damning rue,
Then as each day comes, I feel better with me.
If
I had the words to heal your pain,
I will speak and see it flee from you,
The furrows on your face fingers to train,
The light of your smile returning anew.
Lord
make my fervent prayer come true,
That the way you feel may fade away,
As the happy feeling you once knew,
Leads you into the sun to dance and play.
Every
moment you bring me great joy,
I am never going to give you or this up,
Together we would go through it boy,
Let me see that smile again my buttercup.
Until
we meet up we just keep talking,
Of every little thing that makes us ache,
Into the life ahead we are not sleepwalking,
We have got a world out there to shake.
When
you asked my hand in marriage,
I felt like I was living my sweetest dreams,
Your wings of love became my carriage,
Let’s go and catch some amazing dreams. Blog - Whatever
it takes
The travails of a long-distance
relationship leaves you with nothing than the tools of expression in words and
gestures, some that never come close to the depth of emotion that gives
enduring strength and life to the relationship.
Even when you think
you have the inspiration to say something that attempts to deviate from the
cliched phrases, you find that someone probably has put those words to song or
poetry, that you could be tempted there is no scope for originality. I am a
hapless romantic, not one to suggest the capability of the Songs of Solomon or
the versatility of Shakespeare’s Sonnets.
Other words to the
rescue
There is always something
borrowed and something reused, in its new application and adaptation you can
still convey a depth of feeling that grows and glows as each day comes and
goes. In the past few days, there are thoughts I have had of Brian that have
been expressed in a song I chanced upon.
Reading the lyrics as
the music played, I could not choose which part was the more relatable, it all
seemed to come together in one evolving and beautiful story. From whatever it
takes through every moment spent near him is like a renewed miracle that
soothes all my pain. Then, I tell him, I am here to make him happy, make him
smile and make him feel good, as we put behind the hurt and pain of the past
for a future of our wildest dreams.
I am sure, to anyone
who has ever loved another so deeply, you can find the words in this song that gives
a new meaning the life and love you share. It’s about telling, giving, assurance,
concern, engagement, distance, returning, comfort, and love.
I've
always told you
I'd give you anything
My baby you've been my best, my only friend
There's nothing like the joy you bring
I
wonder what would happen
If you would trust in me
I'd make you believe; I'd make you see
No need to run from me
I'd
make you feel like never before
Here I stand, heart in hand, help me find the door
Anybody can see baby, you've been hurt before
Let me heal all your pain, won't ever hurt no more
Whatever
it takes to make you happy, baby
Whatever it takes to make you smile
Whatever it takes to make you feel good, baby
I'll be around
One
moment spent near you
Removes all my pain,
Your miracle soothes me
Your hurricane moves me
I
cannot explain
Burdens get heavy
Become too much to bear
Honey, don't you say nothing
Hold
on, I'm coming
I want you to know that I'll be there
I'll make you feel like never before
Willing and able, baby, open up the door
Anybody
can see, baby, you've been hurt before
Let me heal all your pain
Never let you hurt anymore
Oh, ahh, ahh, hmmm
Where can this love
be found? This question became a blog of deep grief, uncertain wonder,
recurrent reminiscing, and disturbing thoughts. To a point, I realised I could
no more force it, the objects of affection were reduced to plants, roses that
bloom but were a harvest of thorns that choked away the passion before it
became a fashion. The flower withering long you brought your nose to embrace the
whiff of a scent that betrays its beauty.
Another was like
cactus, attractive in the desert, sometimes with colour, deceptively suggesting
an oasis is nearby, but needing neither care nor attention, self-satisfied in
the nutrients it gleans from nature, surviving on hardship than love, just as
prickly to the touch that it fits in no garden. Not even in the Eden of dreams.
To some friends, the
interests were discussed terms of plants much as there was one who in his internment
might well have nourished the plants that thrived on his grave. I did not know
where that love could be found.
Then
I found paradise,
As I looked deep in his eyes,
In the embrace of his arms,
All my storms, it calms.
That is a poem or a
song to be completed eventually because I found someone and fell so crazy in
love with him. Yes, we find love and it is wonderful to express.
Therefore, the Nigeria Minister of Aviation, Princess Stella Oduah, appeared before the House of Representatives committee on Aviation, to answer for overpriced bullet-proof BMW limousines presumably bought in her name.
With the air
disaster, the near miss and suspension of airline operator licences that made
October 2013 arguably the worst month of her tenure, the crisis of confidence
was compounded with the purchase of unnecessary vehicles by a cash-strapped
independent agency under her ministry.
After numberless
claims and counterclaims from many government agencies with none of the at
least five stories lining up, she
appeared and said whilst she approved the transaction, she annotated the approval
with, “Approved. Do the needful.”
‘Do the needful’ might well become a meme, but ‘Do the needful’ could mean anything from doing
due diligence to exculpating oneself from responsibility if the whole issue
blows up as it has done overshadowing the President's jamboree, pardon me, pilgrimage and visit to
Israel, last week.
Let’s sing, let’s dance
However, rather
that attempt to add another story to #StellaGate
or #OduahGate
with the aim of creating a Nigerian version of Arabian Nights and a story for
bedtime, I have decided, ‘Do the Needful’ should be a song and dance, maybe a musical.
I am not a lyricist, but I have the framework of what can be refined and set to music, then we need a choreographer to help with the dance steps to go with the music.
Here is the draft ‘Do the Needful’ theme song:
Do the Needful,
I signed for the vehicle,
Make the claim,
But never in my name.
Do the Needful,
Stop the ridicule,
The BMW,
Is for me, not for you.
Do the Needful,
Take me for a fool, A bulletproof price,
Is like rolling the dice.
Do the Needful,
The princess is beautiful,
Her life is in danger,
From some stranger.
An interview with John le Carré on Dutch TV covers topics like Africa the Congo, the end of the Cold War, democracy, globalization and terrorism.
Whilst the introduction and some commentary is in Dutch, the interview itself is in English.
Choose the media player and the speed of your connection – breedband is broadband; and then click on Opslaan which means Save.
Some of the stuff he said (not verbatim more paraphrased) -
Africa is the pistol and Congo is the trigger.
The causes are not to be read as excuses, there are causes of terror and they need to be studied. We can view the war in Iraq on the very basic premise - let us get our hands on the oil of Iraq before the Chinese get it, it is rightfully ours to obtain because we are have the right by reason of being the chosen people.
Terrorists are soldiers without guns, soldiers without planes and soldiers without uniforms.
We do not understand the power of hate, the power of resentment in our society.
