Muogbo Zimife Muokijele

I wonder what you are made of I’m afraid; I fear if I don’t write this Then I should never write again I’m afraid; I fear if I do write this It would not be as good as it should be But I do like to try, though I am not a supernova in the pen galaxy You are just too good Like I just bumped into you The moment I needed your kind Lately I haven’t been so close to my pen as I used to be But I can’t just help my urge to pick the pen once more If I can make one person smile Then I won’t stop writing There were times my pen inspired me to write But now I’m inspiring my pen to write Hello miss (Mrs.), I’m sorry I have just one problem It is just a problem of how do I? How do I write about this ephemeral glimpse of goodness? That passes like a fire fly cheering me up from whenever to whenever I’ve never been so jealous but I desire to have these cheers all to myself How do I put into words what I know of this essence? On my days of fearful ...

      WHEN I BETRAY THE GODS Things have worn out And certainly lost their meaning I’m about to breath my sorrows out I’ve taken this breath little deeper than usual I’m set to go home But not in the same manner I used to walk Because I am a prodigal My spiritual breath ceased for some time This much is how much I hurt him It was practical and passionate I think I’m not gentle enough That’s why I have this much sorrow It is hard to say it loud But I will keep this regret to my heart Mine is not disinterest or lack of commitment. Just because I sought an experience I caused so much damage to myself I was desperate and was seeking rapaciously But I’m not remotely qualified for this I can’t handle this anymore And this, certainly can’t handle me too I really did thought He broke my heart Little did I know, I betrayed him I was the culprit, He was the victim I broke his heart and scattered the pieces H...

    WHEN GOD BREAKS YOUR HEART Tragedy and suffering are never convenient Yet they are part of our lives At the moment when what I dreaded most happened, I had this thought about God Whom I was sure would never let me down. I really thought God was ignoring my grief “God is close to the broken hearted” (ps. 34:18) Of what use is it if He is responsible for the brokenness? Surely, I do know: brokenness is not the end game of life But my physical and emotional turmoil has stolen my confidence in God I have lost my perspective in tragedy Anguish changes our priorities when the worst happens This is really extinguishing the light of my faith How long will I lift my eyes to this mountain? Where is my help? (ps. 121:1) “God is no more on your side” I heard this and my breath became more unsteady I was hoping my little piety would save me But it was not enough to God is a physician with great professionalism Why then is he...