Does it Matter?

Until you intentionally distrust the existence of the obstacles before you, you cannot trust the existence of God within you. Knowing who to bow to, clearly determines who rules over you and all you possess. He that’s in you is greater than he that is the world.

Being intimate with God is defined by a course of total Surrender to his absolute and undivided intentions: by letting go. Intimacy is less categorized into steps and state or levels yet it spits into a rare opportunity in God’s original intent for us all.

This is stimulated by relationship only and nothing more, not even a virtue or gift can prompt such a romance with his spirit: unless he finds you worthy – you can’t be intimate with him.

Does he want to be intimate with you? Obviously yes, his heart beats for that, your existence around his purpose keeps him uniquely real and pleased.

He is the apprehend-er – yet the pursuer – always running after you, wishing you compromise from your mislead lifestyle of wronged-vision and displacement of purpose.

He trust you so much that he believes your return day is so close that he waits in the cold watching from a distance as your shadow prostrate from the midi line reflection from the sun, so as he can run towards you, with a ring in his hand to put on your finger bringing your back to your exact place of son ship and a belt for loins, a shoes for your feet to get hold of your foundation, so amazing is his face on you showering from his heart to the phases of your life love and Grace abundantly alongside the (gift) of righteousness.

An expression of unspeakable emotion of his nature is the exact reaction released to you at your submission. Relationship is doggedly tested to stand the fierce of time and the pain of and from the world.

Relationship will cost you especially with that of God and you, comes a time you may clearly need to step out or off your guard to nestle the choices you have made or will make, where you need to say who and whose you are, well will  you stick through to your faith or will you veer.

Being decisive describes your source and your place of authority “because your place of authority shows or indicates your source: the origin of your river. For out of your belly shall flow rivers of living water declares the Lord your God.

Find it, stir it up. Stay on him for your intimacy with him, because in him you live, move and have your being, he needs you just as much as you need him but these times do the chasing and pursuit. It will change your (Aions) world forever because it’s called Worship. He will draw you in – I promise.






First blog post

The exact moment, I lost myself was the same timeline i misplaced my purpose – guess what happened next, a dynamite blast was better off cause it’s absence brought about the worst feelings of unsatisfactory needs and emptiness – exactly why most people commit suicide. Don’t ever lose you,cause it marks the beginning of your end. Find the sunrise and stick to him- it’s a person.

Set lose to make free.


Ideally a man’s life is not governed by his values, income, approach to conflicts, neither is his/ her life stimulated by a great flip of relationship with well connected individuals but its influenced by thoughts.

Thoughts clearly is the different between a well successful leader and less imp-active one, what do you think?  giving room for adhesive and well positive thoughts is enough to navigate your life to a desirably productive end.

So watch your thinking, because what you think you become as a matter of necessity don’t think unless you need to because its a guild to directing your life to purpose.

Your life become a reflection of your thoughts, positively or otherwise, clothe yourself with exclusive and well defined materials or content to help keep your mind healthy – because a healthy mind is a wealthy life.

Always embrace the power of your mind and connect it’s energy to every thing you need to do or become, it serves as ease boaster and enhances influence around your potential to achieving your purpose.

Would leave you with this question, if your thoughts were worth a penny, how much would you or the world pay to have them?

Think beyond the physical, you have it all in you, find it.

“How I was accused of murder.” “A true-life story, my story”





A ruler, so furious and impious, governed the region of my province

Cold-hearted, rude and arrogant were not enough words to describe him

Though was exactly what he is and was but he did this with pride and no regret

He was designed to his identity to destroy, kill and bring in emptiness,

Until all is ram shackled nothing stops, as a matter of reality,

He was compelled to see the disappearance of my province,

I will like to tell more about him, as importantly would prefer you listen to this

My Life story and its truth,

On How I was accused of murder,

from the beginning and the whole story.

Long! Long!! time ago in the beginning of my province, was crowned a king

Who was supposed to rule over everything given to him by his father called Omni.

Yet was given instruction of what to do and what not to do, everything went on fine until one day,

His messed up uncle Sly; been jealous of Omni sort to hurt his son in place of the kingship, and he cursed the boy who is supposed to be king to disobey his father and that angered Omni so dearly.

In his fury, sent away his son to slavery due to the displacement of purpose and disobedience.

Sly was made ruler in his place, my province from that moment lived their lives in total slavery and frustration, wailing and in worries, been tortured for no reasons, broken down

Piece by piece as lead by this wicked king, ruled for years, refused to die

Omni been far away regardless of his disappointment on his son felt so sorry for his children and subjects who he had protected all these years, yet knew it wasn’t yet time to get hold of that which is rightly his,

Sly gladly with no pity killed so many, turned people against their selves, brothers fighting brothers,

Cheating and fraud became the air they breathe, talk about the ladies, some raped and others willingly giving away their pride,

Sleeping with men for money and immorality grew exceedingly with no act of remorse in their heart,

This was clear, Sly had powers and cast on all men; ignorance and being the god of this province blinded their eyes, broke their heart in daily occurrence until they became costumed to that as a way of life,

Oh! What pain lead to pass through their veins, some had been chained for years and the metal gradually eating into their flesh with excruciating pain.

What about the tears and weeping of mothers, whose children were taken off them and was given to other kingdom for slavery and for prostitution, hear them scream loud as they can in resistance to the guards and their parent unable to do anything, in pause of life with no flex of a muscle scared of the death of their children, As loud as they screamed Sly grow stronger, he feed on their fears and sorrow, dined with their misery and embraced the mind keeping it to captive, more that was painful was the slavery of their mind.

Making sure they couldn’t think, captured their thoughts leading them not just dumb but dead,

That’s the nature of my province before I was born, that continues for years and century,

Still in all of these pain and sorrow, women crying,

Sang songs of encouragement to their husbands and children telling them,

“It’s so dark that I could hardly hold your hands

Indeed darken that I don’t even know how or what to feel,

But this am sure of, comes a king among us from afar

He is love and merciful and gracious and he will come for us,

He will come soon,

Come! Come!! Come!!! ,

Come King, for we await you”

Hearing this songs Sly got so mad, and wondered if all this pain was good enough

Then commanded them to increase their labor, did so the guards

Who was going to save them from this crisis,oh they understood the importance of time and did all Possible to keep alive, “stayed focus” one of the men screamed “hope is on its way”.

News began to travel to other province then came a day, where a man visited Omni, kept him informed at the doings of Sly, Omni was disturbed and angry, stood in thoughts, wondered what to do walking to and fro, and to a conclusion came him in an indescribable anger roared loud “Enough I am Omni, the ruler of all province, I will take from Sly that which he cunned my son off and will keep that off his reach to declare his annihilation,

So sent soldiers alongside him to destroy Sly, took off the crown of Sly, wasn’t a context.

Stepped Sly into a cage that he remained all the days of his life,

Oh what joy flooded the hearts of the people, chains broken and all were freed and all Sly’s guards were capture and with him in the same cage as slaves,

From that moment on wards they no longer live in the slavery to anyone but that was a new era , with wounds taking time to heal, and some of them yet not recovered from the torture and fear,

Omni in a loud voice declared “you are all free, stay free and live free; freedom is all yours, no more rules or strings attached to your life, whatever you chose to do or say, in you lays the capacity and your right”

The people filled with joy, screamed louder on the top of their voice “Omni! Omni!! Omni!!!”

The men got back their pride and spoke words,

As strength waxed from within them

“No more shall we be slaves to anyone”

The women chorused “Yes! And nothing will take away our children”

Let loud the drums, oh let the river flow and empty themselves in the ocean,

Whispers of birds, as they make rhymes of melody,

The fowls freely running around

As it rains again on us letting lose our chains to freedom

Swinging roles and fun again is back to our lives they hailed,

Grateful to Omni for all he is done.

So they lived on a simple belief of every man with his thoughts and action,

While some exhale with freedom and joy, other lived in the fear of the past as captives

Though Sly was powerless yet had slaves who could willingly hand over their lives back to him,

In ignorance they did this for years, growing up as I watch all this free people live as slaves

As if they weren’t delivered, I chose not to be like them and stood through the fear and history, Transferred from the generation past to us, so as we don’t forget where we came from,

But that’s not good enough, could see young kids like me who had taken the story more to their innocent hearts and are bind by it now, living their life in fear of the unknown.

So decided to travel miles down history lane to find out what was the cause of this slavery to self,

Little did I know that the answer was within me all this while, ran all over until I came across a voice

The voice was a person and he said, clearly what you seek lies within you,

All you need do was to kill “self”

What do you mean? He kept on saying that “self was an illusion of Sly’s creativity,

All it brings though loud enough inside of you doesn’t exist”

It’s an organized system to see you fall and die a slave you were saved from in the first place

Okay, but how do I kill something I don’t know, can’t touch?

Will help you he said, just listen carefully and do all I ask of you and self will die.

Who are you? I asked, in a still quiet voice, he whispered “a friend and a part of you, will be in you to keep from “Self”

To direct you to all truth, I Am the Helper.

So I killed self by listening to the Helper.

That was how I was accused of Murder,

I died daily to live, for to live is Christ but to die is gain,

As a confession, I did kill “self” and I’m ready to face the consequences.

Oh yes you are “Here is your sentence, “for killing self, you are charged with first degree murder

And you are sentenced to life of peace, love, freedom and eternal life of righteousness.

“Take him away”

Said the Judge.


The Good Friday – Is it?

The good Friday,

“whats good about it? clearly a day which shows how much pain could be lashed on a human for a crime he didn’t commit,

been torn apart for a doing right, living true and stand on what he believe, what injustice

by the so called leaders, the flustering in-ability of Pilate or the uncertainty of Cesar, no wait a second the wicked and dubious Herod with no intention of facing the truth about his wrongs.

the set of folks crying out loud for him to be killed in place of a criminal, an indication of the world at large in its stupidity and disorder.

finding satisfactions in a dying man, misunderstood for love, hated for right, killed for who he is, shamed in despair on a course and penalty that wasn’t his but ours.

nailed and left wasted to die, what wickedness from men, he dearly loved, so painful to picture and imagine, guess that what is good about the Friday : that he took  our place, becoming the prey of our fallacy yet took it with love, bleed and was buried so as you don’t have to perish. what a beauty, a heart of overflowing love and kindness.

its his nature, and am glad he did, so grateful to know he did to set us free and he rose from the grave, thereby letting lose abilities and grace to those who only believe.

So find yourself today in him, for that’s the essence he died.

The Good Friday.

Truth: is a person.

Staying where you are only reflects your objectives for been too comfortable with your present,” stepping out is the only language faith understands”, Faith through life, doubt your worries and see how still you become at equal frequency with God’s ability released to your disposal. For without faith its impossible to please God. there is clearly one thing impossible for God – He can’t lie because He is truth Himself – just believe.

I refuse to be subjected to my feelings, because its a rhythm of my mind distracted in itself, shaking out is just the basic action needed for getting out, dry and and confident in all you set out to do or lays your hands on, just do it ‘Nike says’ – do you know that the original interpretation for Nike is victory? just do it, not doing it is a constraint of your ability and gifts to perfection and a waste of time- when you kill time, you bury opportunity. If you can think it, you can become it by working it out by a step of faith, trust me the hardest work about become efficient in purpose is clearly not the work – but thinking and creating the thoughts. the rest is a done case,stay strong but don’t stay there – Move.


A broken mind rules beyond it’s limits, its a limitless experience – right at the spot where everything seems off your control and you lack expressions to describe how you feel or a phrase to your co-complexities. Invaded with different occurrences of pain and misunderstanding caused to us by those we cared about could leave you broken and in despair. But There stands out a Being who leads you broken and  he becomes more real to you at your submission to him. Brokenness is your point of becoming the exact produce of your destiny and purpose.

I stand corrected, your breaking moments were not designed to devour you but to make you. Don’t miss out in this experience, it’s the comfort to your brokenness.

The who Am not – “the other side of the story”


Depending on the subject questioned, there’s always two sides to a story, a couple of times we have made waves to the side most pleasant to our feelings due to lack of patience.There are two sides to my DE-grieving story,

there two side to my lost and judged self,  which only you see because that all you could see,a polluted, agonizes being, filled with hatred to life and its streams, you clearly saw through me, yet that wasn’t the whole story, you knew exactly what you saw and perceive me as ,but that wasn’t me, it was made up, an imagination of an invincible twin that was rootless, sad, stormed around with pain and anxiety not knowing what to do or even how to do good to other, i was selfish, you were lacerated by me,  without remorse and i didn’t even care.

there are two side of the story, if you had waited patiently to see in object clarity the other side of the story ,you may have comprehended the switch in my personality – because it wasn’t me, though it spoke like me, walked like me, sang,ate,dressed like me, it was cover up story made up because i wasn’t confident of my original being and didn’t know how to connect to my source, but i changed, if you can patiently read through the rhythms of my heart, so as i can flip off those pages of hurt i caused you with a sweet melody of string flowing from spirit.

I wish you waited, you would have known this for yourself, that i am not who i used to be, am free and back to my default – cause i know who i am, am bought with a price and was washed by the blood of a superior being who loved me and gave up himself for me, so i don’t care what you think of me – Am different. I hate the person you knew me as but am also grateful to him cause : without all those fictions i won’t have discovered me.

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. How many people have you written off because you weren’t indulgent enough to listen to the other side of their story, what you see in people goes a long way to describe what exactly you possess, see people the way the ought to be seen, that is ” perfect and intelligent and wonderfully created creatures.” Stay positive.