This is for you my sweet ladies sorry that i have been silent for a bit.I was asked by my pastor to write a poem for a ladies meeting that we were having and this is what I wrote and i want you all to be just as empowered by it , as i am too. You need to not only read it but believe it for yourself !
I AM
I am beauty personified, I am the mystery that comes with wisdom
I walk with authority and favor goes before me
Virtue and Peace are my companions
Mountains make way for me, Here she comes I hear them say
Its the Queen oh yes indeed
I KNOW WHO I AM
I am a Queen created to be honored
To be celebrated , Loved , Respected and Adored
The world dares to define me, by Shape, Race and Job
But I know WHO I AM , GODS child yeah thats ME
I have an inheritance that cannot be contained
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
I am the heartbeat of my creator
I am his one and only indeed
I AM A DIVA!
D. ivenly blessed
I. ntricately woven
V. ictoriously Living
A. head in all I do
I AM A DIVA ! OH YES Divinely blessed thats me!
The world may try and speak , negatively about me
Try and tell me who I am
Let me step a little closer for all the world to see
I am the glory of the lord, The wisdom of his word
I am the birther of generations
My words shift the heavens, My glance speaks of authority
I step up fully endorsed , Backed up by my KING
His authority knows no challenge he is the I AM which is HE
I am the apple of his eye, My body made to perfection
I shout glory hallelujah for the perfection he sees in me
I am beautiful , I am wise , I am Virtuous , I am one of a kind
I am branded by my creator an original yes that me
Gucci and Prada designs made by man , Duplicates they try to sell
I said I am one of a kind an original Picasso got nothing on me!
I am one of a kind an original, Oh NO , you can never DUPLICATE ME!
Make no mistakes I am by no means ARROGANT
These are facts here that I speak
I am priceless, I have a purpose I am BREAKTHOUGH Just wait and see
Fear may try and Grip me , Frustration tries to call me , Anxiety tried to hug me and Mediocrity tried to sway me.
These things may try to come to me but they can NEVER touch me!
I am an overcomer , I am excellence, I can do all things I know!
My daddy owns the universe and the Oceans are his back door
I am created in his image And his image lives in me
I am one of a KIND an ORIGINAL Amen Lord!
Yes thats me!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
YOU ARE A DESTINY CHANGER
The other day I had the pleasure of meeting up with some old work colleagues who had flown into Capetown on business. They are also people, I consider to be very dear friends , we sat down to chat and reminisce of times gone by.
One of my colleagues, I sat with was a man who really dared to dream , in a situation that normally others would have been contend to just let be.
I looked at him and smiled to myself. He used work in the kitchen and when there was an opening on the sales floor , applied for the job. He is older than me but was very willing to learn.
His peers could not believe that he wanted to branch out from his comfort zone when they all came from the same background and as far as they were concerned would die in the same place.
But he had a vision for his life, to cut a long story short. I trained him and he applied himself to everything 200%.
Today as his friends struggle back home , he is a store manager and is travelling and living the life he envisioned and more!.
I am very proud to have been a small part of ensuring that his destiny came to pass, I held just one small piece of his life , and it was my job to do my part , for the canvas of his life , to help form part of his picture. It didn't matter what part weather it was the grass or the corner filler on his canvas of life I had to do my part.
I did my bit even when people around me were like are you sure you want to train him? and as they looked around a tad perplexed and said hmmm good luck!
When I think of his wife and 3 daughters. I smile at the opportunities they now have. When we met, he did not have a wife yet , nor were there children. I was happy to be guest of honor at that lovely wedding when he married this lovely woman.
He says he is always humbled by me and yet it is me who is humbled by his acceptance to allow me to impart the little I knew to help him.
The feeling of knowing that there are a billion people on the planet and I managed to help in the change of one person is something that , I cannot even begin to articulate it really is very humbling and makes me smile.
Whose piece of Destiny do you hold and are you holding onto it as a keep sake or allowing yourself to be used to help someone.
You will surprised that YOU can change an entire GENERATION by empowering someone else.
One of my colleagues, I sat with was a man who really dared to dream , in a situation that normally others would have been contend to just let be.
I looked at him and smiled to myself. He used work in the kitchen and when there was an opening on the sales floor , applied for the job. He is older than me but was very willing to learn.
His peers could not believe that he wanted to branch out from his comfort zone when they all came from the same background and as far as they were concerned would die in the same place.
But he had a vision for his life, to cut a long story short. I trained him and he applied himself to everything 200%.
Today as his friends struggle back home , he is a store manager and is travelling and living the life he envisioned and more!.
I am very proud to have been a small part of ensuring that his destiny came to pass, I held just one small piece of his life , and it was my job to do my part , for the canvas of his life , to help form part of his picture. It didn't matter what part weather it was the grass or the corner filler on his canvas of life I had to do my part.
I did my bit even when people around me were like are you sure you want to train him? and as they looked around a tad perplexed and said hmmm good luck!
When I think of his wife and 3 daughters. I smile at the opportunities they now have. When we met, he did not have a wife yet , nor were there children. I was happy to be guest of honor at that lovely wedding when he married this lovely woman.
He says he is always humbled by me and yet it is me who is humbled by his acceptance to allow me to impart the little I knew to help him.
The feeling of knowing that there are a billion people on the planet and I managed to help in the change of one person is something that , I cannot even begin to articulate it really is very humbling and makes me smile.
Whose piece of Destiny do you hold and are you holding onto it as a keep sake or allowing yourself to be used to help someone.
You will surprised that YOU can change an entire GENERATION by empowering someone else.
Monday, August 9, 2010
THE DARKNESS IS MY LIGHT
I was asked to please share the poem that is being entered into the competition and is also going to be published if you are not sure what I am rabbling about , go and see the last blog I put entitled ' ITS IN THE DOING' this will bring you up to speed.
I would really love to hear what your interpretation of this poem is what it means to you:
So here is and its an original work from yours truly enjoy
The Darkness is my light
I went to sleep, sure of tomorrow,
Sure that the dawn would come and another day would start
I opened my eyes and the dawn did not come
Am I still asleep? But I am awake
Where is everyone? What happened?
Where am I ? I am separated
Back to my original being
I came alone and I am alone
The darkness is my light
I would really love to hear what your interpretation of this poem is what it means to you:
So here is and its an original work from yours truly enjoy
The Darkness is my light
I went to sleep, sure of tomorrow,
Sure that the dawn would come and another day would start
I opened my eyes and the dawn did not come
Am I still asleep? But I am awake
Where is everyone? What happened?
Where am I ? I am separated
Back to my original being
I came alone and I am alone
The darkness is my light
Friday, August 6, 2010
IT'S IN THE DOING
I just wanted to share this with you so that we are all accountable together. I wrote a Blog GET ON WITH IT! and I said we just need to go out there and do what we need to.
Well I very randomly wrote a poem 9 months ago and saw a competition on the internet, and thought what the hell let me enter besides I love to write.
I got an email last night saying that I am a finalist and that they would like to publish my little poem In a anthology of verse entitled 'Defining Moments'in a volume of the best of African Poetry .
I was like wow is this for real? and so called the institution to make sure that it was not some office in the land of imagination and yea they are legit.
The reason why I am sharing this apart from the fact that I am happy is also so that all you do is just plant a seed of what you want to do, and see what happens you have nothing to loose really except maybe 10 or 20minutes it takes you to :
Pick up the phone to encourage someone
Pick up that book you have been meaning to read
Write something you have always wanted
Learn that something new by at least enquiringly on how you do it
Just a little time thats all and you never know the results..............
Well I very randomly wrote a poem 9 months ago and saw a competition on the internet, and thought what the hell let me enter besides I love to write.
I got an email last night saying that I am a finalist and that they would like to publish my little poem In a anthology of verse entitled 'Defining Moments'in a volume of the best of African Poetry .
I was like wow is this for real? and so called the institution to make sure that it was not some office in the land of imagination and yea they are legit.
The reason why I am sharing this apart from the fact that I am happy is also so that all you do is just plant a seed of what you want to do, and see what happens you have nothing to loose really except maybe 10 or 20minutes it takes you to :
Pick up the phone to encourage someone
Pick up that book you have been meaning to read
Write something you have always wanted
Learn that something new by at least enquiringly on how you do it
Just a little time thats all and you never know the results..............
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
LIFE IS SHORT - MARRIAGE
Normally I type about my life and thoughts that I share with you all whom i love dearly. However today I need to share something that my friend Ash sent to me it is the most moving email I have ever read, and I am normally anti forwards. Read this and to whoever wrote this , Thank you for sharing. To you my readers read on.............
MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
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