How Annabella was killed

Annabella from her earliest years was set to be a priceless pearl

She took her ink and paper well and made it spill to her brain so dear

She made it work and earn her pay and papa saw his gem so rare

Just live her dream and spread her flair until from her was snuffed the air


And while she meant to take her flight, the cuckoo missed his way

He zapped his life and mortgaged hers and lo, it was no play

And lying there, Annabella looked and saw her blood being frayed

And all along her papa here could nought, but simply prayed


And while she tried to stand the fight, the vultures saw a chance

To make some coins and toss their lives and lo hers was on stance

And lying there, Annabella looked as that her hope was chopped

If only all the sharks around had consciences that hadn’t flopped


And while she fought the extra mile, the whitened robes were nigh

All ready-go to make the dough and lo her life was sighing

And lying there, Annabella saw how cruelty was below-high

If only GPs and sharks and robes had chosen not to look by



And while I think and scribble this, I see her gentle face

I pray she finds eternal bliss, if she did run the Race.

And I wonder how Annabella would’ve been if we hadn’t all the haze

All the cocktail of their impish hearts that puts us in a maze




And that is how Annabella looked and saw how she was killed

And that is how I am telling you so more blood wouldn’t be spilled

And sitting here, I look and see how bleak the future is

Cuz what would change if all they do is sit and feign peace?





One day we’ll make a toss at the moon

And thank the stars for their fiery zoom

That’ll be when we see that all the gloom

All the slum and rot have stopped to boom


And then we’d sing the famous song

That song that tells of praise

Of promises of lands of peace and glory

The glorious peace our fathers failed to bequeath


Then they’d hear how foul their voices have been

Their voices so full of all their vice

They’ll feel how sorry their lungs will taste

As it draws its air from the blood they’ve shed


Then I’ll sit and toss with my son

I’d tell him how windy the tale has been

Perhaps he may,  just may come to see

How it all comes to be on that fateful day


On that day when the sun will salute the moon

On that day when our  gray spirits would be gay

On that day when our glorious peace wouldn’t fray

How I long for that day which sure will come, one day.



A little boy goes to his dad and asks “what is politics?”. As reply, his dad says, “well son, let me explain it this way: I’m the breadwinner of the family, so call me capitalism. Your mum is the administrator of money, so call her the government. We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll consider you the people. We will consider the nanny the working class, and your baby brother, we’ll call him the future. Think about this, my son, and see if it makes sense.

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what his dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying. He gets up to check on him, and finds out that he has seriously soiled his diapers. He goes to his parents’ room and finds only his mum, sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, he goes to the nanny’s room, finds the door locked, and when he peeks through the keyhole, he sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says  to his father, “Dad, I think I now understand the concept of politics”. “Good son,” his father replies “tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about”. Then the little boy says: “While capitalism is busy screwing the working class, the government is sound asleep; the people are being ignored; and the future is in deep shit”.

(Mbiatem )


As Christmas draws nigh, one should look out for Christmas in Christmas. It’s celebrating:

Christ who came
Healing our diseases
Restoring our hearts
Infusing into us love, joy, peace in the Holy Ghost
Sitting in for us at all times
Taking upon Himself the sins of mankind
He wants us all to:
Muster our tongues
Act in true Christianity and
Serve the Lord and our neighbours wholeheartedly.

That is what Christ does for us, it is equally what He wants us to do for ourselves and our neighbours, just like GOD did for us when He sent us a little parcel CHRISTMAS. 


Lesson 0:

An opportunity well grasped and utilised is worth more than 10 opportunities poorly utilised.

~ SallySuccess~

Watch, think, act!

Watch, think, act!

Lessons from this pic:

1. Not all opportunities are to be taken. Some are traps.

2. A person can become so determined to destroy another person that they become blind and end up destroying themselves.

3. You fight best in your natural element and environment. Here the bird has advatange in its natural element.

4. Know your limits, we all have them.

5. Sometimes the best response to provocation is not to fight.

6. Sometimes to accomplish something you need team work, you will not always win alone.

7. Stick to what you do best and don’t pursue what will kill you.

/C/ Bebe Bijou @ facebook

Life is full of zillions of opportunities. We can’t grab everything at once each time they crop up. We oughtn’t rush into all; cuz not all are meant for us for all times. Best is to pull back to have a better view.


When I look at things, I observe that they have to change. They have to change for the better, cuz it’s already so bad out there and so bad in here.

How can it change? How can they understand it has to change?

In trying to pass this across, I realize my drift is SOOOOOOO much toward God. It is so embedded in the man Christ Jesus; the one referred to as the “man who went about doing good”.

I want to tell my friends things have to change, but I’m afraid it’ll push them away.

I want to tell the world things have to change but I’m afraid they’d take it wrong, because we don’t share the same views.

The more I try to bring in legalism; the farther I drift from hitting the nail on point.

The more I try to fit the square peg in the square hole, for things to fit, the more I find myself in what people call “religion”. The more I find myself in what’s been termed by the acclaimed ‘liberal minds’ “Christianity”.

The more I find myself in what I call LIFE.

Then, I come to one realization: there can be no change without this life. There can be no change without this Christianity. There can be no change, no change at all.

Nailing it, there can be no change without the one who was nailed on the cross: Jesus. It’s that simple!

Refusing this is being like the cynical hermit, burying its head in the dust when its feathers are on fire.

In what’s been [tried to be] said about His being here on earth, and His stay, and His instructions; and His teachings, and His life and His all, no one has presented him as a bad man. Some say he wasn’t bad but was not perfect. But to them, I’d still do what He asked, for their good; I’d have to pray for them to be forgiven. He Himself did. One of the last things He showed us how to do was to pray for those who do not know what they are doing.

Bishop Chris quotesIn the midst of the turbulence, His instructions apply. For the degraded morals, for the debased man, for the debauchery, for the manslaughter, for the selfishness, for the hatred, for the deceit, for the exploitation, for the phobias, for the every, for the all; His instructions apply. Sound instructions, giving out sound meant to mold one soundly.

For oneself, for the neighbour, for the friend, for the foe, for the parent, for the sibling, for the stranger and the passerby, for the baby, for the spouse, for the unknown, for the seen; for the wealthy, for the wretched, for the miserly, for the proud; for the high, for the low, for the fat and for the slim; His instructions apply to make it go a-peace.

Where would the peace run to, if we so ardently seek it? Where would the love hide if we so willingly manifest it? Where would the talents be buried, if we so encouragingly share it? Where would the world be falling, if we so collectively care for it?

A servant of His once said the world is so gone bunkers because Christians speak so much but do so little of what they speak. If only they could!

I’ve come to the conclusion that it is only in doing things His way, that things are really gonna change. If I want change, if I really do want change, then I know what I have to do.

I have to shout it from the rooftops, hard as I can, loud as I can, fastest as I can, plainly as I can, always as I can. Only then can I be fully able to “can” something out of this existence. Until then, no change; no betterment; nothing!

“A nation can never be better than the state of the church within it”, Bishop Chris would say.

“The world can never be better that the state of the church [Body of Christ] within it”, I’d expand.