Her Own Date

Her Own Date

Today she woke up upset and tired,

In fact, leaving her bed was a fight she almost lost,

“Time really flies”- in a lousy mood she said,

She hadn’t slept well the previous night; something seemed amiss,

And this morning, nothing seemed to have changed,

 

As she stared at her gloomy face into the convex- mirror after taking her morning shower; she noted her eyes were swollen,

In her pink- white towel she thought, “What’s my plan today? It’s going to be a long weekend and especially now that daddy hasn’t broken the loud silence to my request- a lunch date”.

She took a deep breath keenly listening to her pulse rate,

The more she tried to be calm and composed, the more she felt nervous and terrified,

And as she watched herself a little longer; the more she felt a stranger in her own skin,

 

Then she realized she didn’t know how to be alone; frightened and scared of the unknown,

She had been busy impressing and pretending that she lost touch with herself,

Like a little child quieting down with furry, she blinked back her tears and through a veil of wet lashes she began to look at herself from a different perspective.

 She strolled into the bedroom to the living room and she couldn’t figure it out,

All she knew was something needed to be done urgently; but she didn’t know what it was,

Dressing modestly and putting on a glowing face felt like a big lie,

Her inner being was malnourished.

“Today I will neither put on my makeup nor brush my eye lashes”, so she thought,

See; she had been used to putting on a mask that she forgot who she really was.

“I am beautiful, intelligent and unique,” she whispered shaking her head in total discord because she didn’t believe it,

Deep down, she wished someone could genuinely complement her; she desired approval and all this long, she had searched for it in all the wrong places.

And in the loneliness of her soul,

She began to realize that her inner beauty was more important than the outer one which soon would fade away,

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Laura made a decision; to be her own date that very day,

She needed some bonding with her inner self,

She glanced at her pretty blue wall clock and realized time was slipping away,

“Its mid-day and something has to be done”- she whispered.

She hurriedly put on her flowery dress, had her hair nicely done and a bit of face moisturizer.

She rushed out of the house to the main road hoping to have an awesome time with her date that evening,

The only person who knows her best- herself,

And probably the only true friend who was willing to point out the specks,

Finally she had decided to be her own date.

To strive for her inner beauty- Empathy, Loyalty, Kindness, Love, Wisdom, Maturity, Honesty and Integrity,

Laura eventually realized what she was missing out- the power in knowing who she was.

She now has the right shoes to conquer the world; and she's willing to take the risk regardless of how long it will take.

 

Mwende 

THE CHURCH

THE CHURCH…THIS EASTER

I write to you preachers and teachers,

I write to you true worshippers and prayer warriors,

I write to you babies in faith and mature Christians,

I write to you sons of God and daughters,

I write to you fathers and mothers,

I write to you church,

For the bride has forgotten her husband, she is fallen and bruised,

For she ought to testify that she has heard his voice and knows his words; instead she’s soiled,

For there is no other name under heaven given to men, by which we must be saved,

For he who claims he abides in Him ought to walk in the same manner as He walked,

I write to you church,
For I see people living but not lovers of God surrendering all to his throne,

For I see material obsession and desire for more but not the undying zeal to pursue the great commission,

For I see people yearning for greatness instead of making him known to the nations,

I see a generation fallen deep into sin,

I write to you church,

For you have been drawn from normalcy; to fight the fight of faith by his grace,

For you know that he was handed over to die for our sins, and was raised to life to make us right with God,  

For I see a people swayed away from the truth and free salvation that is under- priced,

For I see a generation that despises connection with God but instead lovers of noise and mockers of the Word,

For I see a people mixed up in worldly desires yet still claiming to be one with God,

I write to you church,

To encourage you to live a life worthy of the Gospel of our Lord Jesus,

To encourage you to live pure and committed to the one who called us,

To wrestle against principalities, powers, the rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness in high places,

To urge you brethren to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to our Saviour Jesus,

So then brethren, be firm, immovable, abounding always in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil in the Lord is not in vain,

Your fellow servant in Christ,

Mwende

Happy Mothers' Day Sarah

Happy mother’s day Sarah 

They had just arrived in their new city, her master and their nephew Lot,

Quite tired from the long journey, but thrilled by the great promise echoed to them,

Probably the two men familiarizing themselves with the new grounds,

Maybe as she prepared some traditional porridge for them; flashbacks of past events,

Probably giggling to herself and thinking of how her master had tricked Pharaoh’s officials,

 

True to Abram’s word, she really is beautiful even at 80 years of age,

But the reality of their situation still glaring,

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Her womb isn’t right, and her master now an old man clocking his 90’s,

For sure time isn’t waiting for anyone including them,

Do you realize that every time she sees a child it bothers her?

Even in her master’s wealth, goats, camels and donkeys; she is not at peace,

She desires a baby; a fruit of her womb,

Her skin is falling apart; drawing a clear picture of her age and struggles,

The society has judged her; they now call her the barren woman in town,

And she so strongly believes them,

In fact, she’s convinced that Hagar can take her position as the home maker,
 

Frustration and misery protruding from her long face,

She doesn’t care anymore; not about their matrimonial bed or the shadows of their vows,

But even then; sparks of once uttered promise still flaring around,

From Abram to Abraham; the father of Nations,

From Sarai to Sarah; nations to nations would call her blessed,



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The world needs to know that she is not barren; in fact she was never barren from the beginning,

Because her situation doesn’t define her; a seed of greatness resides inside her since the very beginning,

For when God changes your name he bestows on you a new purpose,

His timing is always perfect, not a minute earlier nor a minute late,

It doesn’t matter how long he takes, he finally shows up just at the right time,

And so, believe him not because you need a son; believe him because he is God and he can do it even without you asking,

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Sarah; your womb isn’t a waste of flesh,

It’s a fertile ground too significant to be ignored,

A great destiny is about to be achieved through you, for with God all things are possible,

Sarah; fill your house with toys, baby cloths and paint your house walls with bright baby colours,

Imagine kicks of a young life inside your womb, smile big as you wait for your bundles of joy,

Get some delivery kits if need be,

Start visualizing what you imagined some decades back- being a mother,

And if I won’t be around to receive these bundles with you, I wish you well in advance,

Happy mother’s day Sarah.

Mwende.

Its My Signature

Its My Signature

“Hey you; use your other hand” she shouted.

“But madam, it’s not strong enough to write anything” I murmured. A conversation that continued for quite a while taking all the wrong moves; imposing a totally conflicting message from what I had ever believed in.

 

Like any other young girl in my sleepy village then, school was fun and simply enjoyable.

A jovial, confident and fun girl I was, and brilliant too- at least dad/mum made me believe that I was. 

Until that cold conversation that early Monday morning with my English teacher came into picture; clogging my system with a shadow of self- doubt and phobia; tossing my identity left right and centre.

 

The moments there after were unique- not for better though!

Every time I had to write something on our dilapidated black board, something would just go wrong.

I couldn’t understand why they had to force me use my right hand.

 

Somehow they found their way through; piercing deep into my soul and igniting a birth of a young fearful and quiet girl; I was no longer excited and especially on things that had to do with my condemned left hand.



I could almost always confuse those mandatory righty-handshakes.

Talk of school right- handed desks; which constantly reminded me that I was different plus my misbehaving left arm elbow which pushed my seatmates away.

How I loved music festivals! Despite my deviating left leg; when everybody else is moving to the right, I move to the left but maintain the harmonious rhythm- I think I’m also left- legged.J

 

Even now, all these things seem to be oriented for just righties so to speak- talk of being left- handed in right- handed world!

I precisely had to fight my way through and it’s not been a cakewalk.

Those moments made me stronger and still more moments continue to be born. 

Despite all these, I'm glad that I regained my profound identity- freedom in left handedness!

And yes my fun, jovial and bold girl is back- she’s here to stay- she’s grown and clearly understands her purpose in life.

And her left hand will have to be part of the journey!
 

And this is the story of my left- hand wrangle!!

Left- hand fingers jolly typing J....

Mwende