The Okra Dilemma

It all started on the road to Palm Beach. Spontaneous and emotionally charged, Rhonda made a deal impractical to pull off (had she thought it through).
We were a classic pair of fun seekers hanging out with Unc and Aunt Okafor, our very favs. The day promised to be swell, but in being patriotic to the cause of Panya-ism*, we somehow couldn’t resist taking an extra bite off available vacation time.
So Rhonda, my amiable ally proposed we head straight for the beach the following day in exchange for making a delicious cauldron of okra soup… (only that she forgot she can’t actually make it, lmao).
As it is right now though, the possibility of letting go of the beach outing is too distressing and unpalatable. The preferable option of providing the cauldron is the only beacon of light we both see. Only problem is, Rhonda will need to pull off a miracle and learn to cook okra soup overnight. There in lies the dilemma.
*Panya-ism: (root word ‘Panya’ which is a place in Equitorial Guinea) means to live a lifestyle of absolute social freedom and enjoyment, giving little or no importance to any other facets or spheres of life.
P.S:
I’ll definitely give y’all a headsup on the whole ordeal. Me and my fans are all rooting for Rhonda. Beach time is non-negotiable!

Crusoe

Teetadef

Know I a friend, drifting far into sea

Drawn in by harsh waves of need

Drowning in the distractions of this age

A spectator he’s become in his life’s story

Numb and AWOL, his days elope as the wind

His script authored by whatever the day brings

Neither sharp nor blunt stayed he

Entangled in reeds, his hands frantic, beating

He’s smashed into seasons, life doing the cutting

Seeing has he not, how true order has flipped

The pan for the eater, the cake for the pan

But for God, with God and by God

Will he rise yet again, just as He that came before

Walk on water or swim ashore

Take the reins of life and war

Seize the victory from ages been won

Yet again, will he arise

Order his life with the Two Edged Sword

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Crusoe

Know I a friend, drifting far into sea

Drawn in by harsh waves of need

Drowning in the distractions of this age

A spectator he’s become in his life’s story

Numb and AWOL, his days elope as the wind

His script authored by whatever the day brings

Neither sharp nor blunt stayed he

Entangled in reeds, his hands frantic, beating

He’s smashed into seasons, life doing the cutting

Seeing has he not, how true order has flipped

The pan for the eater, the cake for the pan

But for God, with God and by God

Will he rise yet again, just as He that came before

Walk on water or swim ashore

Take the reins of life and war

Seize the victory from ages been won

Yet again, will he arise

Order his life with the Two Edged Sword

Beautiful Painter

So I forgot, but He reminded me
As bold colors on canvas,
The very pages of my life
Stupefied, I flipped back a couple
Soaking in the excellence of His strokes
I hit a throwback and screamed ‘off key’
Fleshly lungs maxed out for a boundless God
Do you remember He’d asked
‘Peace, be still’ Page 0.003 B.C
In it was my angel, painted in glory
Doing capital damage to evil works
I quivered, ‘yes’, so beautiful.

Sole surfer

Starry eyed I am

Seeking my conduit to paradiseLost in the fantasy of love
I played a song with the bands of the rainbow

Finding death yet sprouting new

This mystery of love an irony of life

In the maze Ive fallen deeper

Than opting for the realism of the exit door

Rather surf waves with the soles of my feet

Than walk on shore with stone as my heart

If I sink, let it be

I’ll find me love besting all on land!

July, 2013. 

At the maze’s end…

For the umpteenth time I’m amazed
Looking back from the maze’s end

I’m bewildered by my story of grace 

By His love I’ve set trails ablaze

Valleys, nooks and high places

Many a mountain covered in haze

So I poured my heart out in art

Good sleep I could do without

Reaching out to the One eternally true,

Beautiful people, friends and my dudes

It’s just another birthday

But there are infinite reasons to give praise.

Sept ’14.