WHY

Why do people lie to themslves,the worst lie is to lie to yourself...
why do people wear a mask
why do parents not think of the consequences of their decisions on their children
why do our political leaders steal
why do women cheapen themselves for men
why do men lie

ALL WE HAVE

we have this day freely given to us,
all we have is today to do what we must,
Tommorow we may not be sure,
but today smiles at us.
This time is too precious to let it slip by,
we can do what we can today,
Tommorow may never really come.
Eventhough the rain falls or the sun shines
we can do it today.

Some left to the land of the great beyound
And never really said goodbye
All we really have is today,
To change what we must and be who we must,
one step at a time and we will get there.
To take no step at all,
Is to delay the good.
Generations coming will ask us questions
If we fail to do what we must today,
All we really have is today....











I

BROKEN LIVES

shadows of days gone by
memories that plague the mind
if only, had i known,
so much for the days gone by
the broken pieces are packed
into the inner recesses of your mind
wishing you could turn back the hand of time
so much for the days gone by.

Looking for today in yesterday..
The one who is able to mend,
can put us back together.
When our eyes have kissed tears,
Then we know the name of Joy.
In this world songs of pain
greet unannounced.
When we have been broken,
Then wholeness becomes beautiful...

If you had a chance to redo the days you have lived what will do,
Everyday of our lives should be lived with a sense of urgency and purpose,
The old saying that time waits for no man is really true,we don't want to look back at our lives and realize that our days were wasted in frivolities.life is like a book,one day we will get to the end of the story,The things that are seen are TEMPORAL the things that are not seen are ETERNAL.
There is more to the days than what we see.
life is like a song,one day the music will end,but what song will generations ahead sing about the life we have lived.
life is like a drama,one day the scenes will end,but what picture will we leave in the hearts of those around us....
The days of our lives have been written out by the one who made us

QUESTIONS

Life sings a song into our ears,
some cry,some brave it,
too many questions slapping us in the face,
life and it's many twists and turns,
so much for the days gone by
we see the winds blow and
green flowers turn yellow,
questions,questions and more questions.

when pain dances before our hearts
It leaves us naked with questions,
questions that`even wet the pillow with tears,
life with it's different seasons,
whispers of much and few,
with cries that rent the air.
Questions, questions, and more questions.

where will this heart find repose
only the one who has the divine plan
can answer the piercing questions,
He sees,he knows,he feels,
He hears us when we call,
His the one who is called love....

WHY DO WOMEN MARRY......

The experiences of African women in marriage has become a thing of major concern especially now in the 21st Century.But why do women marry thieves,wifebeaters,promiscus men,etc and the list goes on and on.The cries of most women from their matrimonial homes ring the air.But one begins to wonder, did the women not see this character traits before they said i do? or did they get married to them with the ideology of changing them,how we can lie to ourselves beats my mind.
women who marry these men with character defects also have a problem and need to check themselves,it is not just about the other person.At different points in time the kind of people we attract into our lives should cause us to stop and ask questions especially when we decide to pitch camp with them.Women need to learn to tell themselves the truth and call a spade a spade,because in the long run we have everything to lose.And for just a second think of the many Innocent children who get to suffer.Marry a man who can father your children. Well we have to entrust our fragile hearts to God and follow his leading,his eyes see beyound what we see........

To all hurting women out there,your scars are beautiful to God....

poem

STAND UP

walked through the streets of yesterday,
memories dancing all around like mockers,
dreams that have blown away like the wind,
but see tommorow smiling......
This cannot be all,.
we can standup again,
Africa can still dance again,
why sit still as time flies by like magic,
standup, standup,standup.
hope beckons like a friend,
standup,standup,standup....