SON of Darkness were: We once were in search of Light

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War begat Peace
Birth (life) begat Death
Sound health becomes essential when sickness sets in
Resolution becomes important in the middle of conflict

Happiness becomes a treasure in the valley of sorrow

Freedom yearned for, in bondage

Light is seek, in the midst of thick darkness

Success essential, when we stumble and fail

Focus required when a goal is set

Purpose searched when conscious of existence

Love becomes quintessential to quench hatred

Life is in twos, it has ever been since the creation of earth

And will continue to even after Earth seize to 
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My heart want to do that which is good but darkness keeps pulling me closer

I find it hard to choose to walk in the path of Light, for darkness first owned my soul

I was born with a heart dedicated to darkness from my beginning

I fed my soul with evil as I grow

Wickedness became my companion in my youth
But sorrow ruled when I became aged

I have since yearned to be free from this Hell-bound madness

He told me wealth will quench my hunger; I seek and got it beyond comprehension, the vacuum remains

He told me to acquire Power ; I searched and got power the fullest, even to heart of evil itself but my soul still need something
All he told me to get, I got

What my heart longed for, I knew not but I felt emptiness

Who shall comfort my soul, from where shall I find peace
For a battle goes on in the inside of me, and soon the war will be over and I will be laid to rest in eternal darkness
Where does Hope live?

Tell me where to find light, I bid you!

Show me the path to true freedom, for my spirit is bound

As I laid in my anguish, overwhelmed with sorrow

I heard a whisper in my inner ears, he said “FiNd lOvE, FoR that’s thE oNly Path tO TRuE freEDoM!”
That was it!!!!
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Love breaks yoke, sets free and brings inner peace and serenity even in the midst of a whirlwind
Now, my soul will knows true freedom, for I have made LoVe my soul mate……
#StephenJournal #aristokratos 

 

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You Decide: your Life

Steve Maraboli once said in  Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience that “If you hang out with chickens, you’re going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you’re going to fly.”

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I believe this is true, the set of guys you move with will determine how far you will go in life. Its so unfortunate that most of us feel this is not so because you wonder how this works. let me help you;

If you move with people that all they do is complain and lament on how life has not been fair to them, you will unconsciously join them in similar conversation. This is the first stage, later in the corner of your room you will mostly focus on how bad life has been to you and how you may end up like your fellow colleagues.  Remember as “As a man thinks in his heart, so he is” The more you think about it, you start acting toward it. You begin to see everything in a negative way and the unfortunate thing is it end up like that. Now I believe you can see how your friends affect your life and altitude in life, your character becomes defective and patterned towards failure and mediocrity.

“What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be  discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.”
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

If you are of age and you still live by rules set by others, I’m afraid you haven’t start living. Don’t get it twisted, what I’m saying is you need to realize you are in the driver’s seat of your life and you determine what the next few years of your life will be like through the choices you make today. I charge you today to set your own rules and determine to live by them, no one have the right to play God over your life, you can quote me anywhere. Its a new year, if you don’t want it to be like the previous ones, you need to start doing things differently. Remember, don’t ever leave God out of your life, He alone knows the reason you are not dead. ‪#‎GodsWillMyLife‬ ‪#‎aristokratos‬‪#‎StephenJournal‬
join me on BBM: 235B969E for counselling and further understanding of purpose of existence.

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Little brother

 

 

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When he told me he was TIRED, I told him to RE-FIRE

He told me he was TOO YOUNG TO; I told him he was OLD ENOUGH TO

He told me his hoe was spoilt, I told him his hand will do

He told me he was FED UP,I told him to re-fill

He told me he can’t WALK, told him to RUN

He told me he was wounded I told him success has always- a scar

He told me the load was too HEAVY, I told him he must BEAR it

He told me he would retreat, I told him to RE- STRATEGIES

He told me life was bitter, I told him success is like bitter leave and that is always the fore-taste

He told me there is NO WAY,I told him to CREATE A WAY.

He ask me will you help me? I told him no, he must help himself

He told me he needs WATER,I told him he needs VINE-GAR

He ask me if this was possible, I asked him why have we come?

He told me he can’t HOLD ON, i told him he must HANG ON

He told me his hands are too tiny, I told him they’ll do just fine

He told me he was dying; I told me he will be raised again

He ask me do I love him, I told him more than I love any other

He asks me when will these end? I told him when the night comes

And then he ask me what this all is, I told him it is LIFE

And in the end. I saw him amidst glory and celestial light.

He told me brother, have conquered

He screamed “I WON!!!!!!!!!

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Onawale Femi is a prolific Nigerian writer and Poet, he his also a publisher at tuckmagazine.com

ITS OKAY TO CRY

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Its three in the morning
My room-mate is snoring
I can’t sleep, my eyes are wide open
My heartbeats to the paths I have chosen.

Everyday its a smile on my face
But deep in my heart, I’m cut to the chase
You can hear me speak fluently
But my heart beats abnormally

I try to force sleep
But my worries are heavy to keep
I’ve been strong for too long
I’ve been strong for everyone

I used to know how to love
Now I feel nothing at all
My dreams and hopes are burnt to the floor
My destiny, I cannot ignore

No one to feel the same way
No one to totally brighten my day
No one to tell me its okay
Or give me a hand when I sway

No shoulders to cry on but now, I don’t mind
So tonight, I am going to stay up all night to CRY.

I can’t remember when I did that last
Its a gift of nature, so I’ll use it right now
I’ll let my tears flow to ease my heart
I’ll wipe away the sadness that Is tearing me apart

Silently, I’ll gently weep.
So I’ll later fall asleep
And let the angels watch me sleep

So tomorrow, I’ll wake up gay
With a smile on my face to start a new day
I’ll lock my flaws all away
And be strong for everyone again.

If it gets hard, I’ll wake up from sleep
Pray and gently weep
It’s okay to cry while I am alive
‘Cause it would be gone when I eventually die.

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Okunlola Zainab

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Okunola Zainab Oluwaseun  is a fine poet and a unique writer with a twisted mind.  A student from the Ladoke Akintola University, Nigeria. She is also working on her latest book.

The Father’s Will

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Psalm:
When you laugh, Laugh out loud, who knows that may be your last
When you smile, smile with grace
Who knows, you may not have that opportunity again
When you weep, cry till your eyes run dry
It may truly be your last

When you eat, eat moderately
For it is all vanity and you don’t want to have issues with your health

When it rains, don’t use an umbrella
You may never have the chance to experience downpour of heavenly bliss anymore

When the sun is high, don’t struggle with it neither should you frown at it
Enjoy it because you won’t be here forever

When your flesh bleed, enjoy the feeling of pain a while
For it reminds you of your existence

When darkness fall upon you, be thankful for you are sure light will arrive soon

When you wake to the dawn of a new day, be thankful
Because you have a whole lot more years to spend six feet beneath the ground

When you are sad, be happy because you still have a heart that functions

When you Love, love with your heart, for it’s the Father’s Will

When you are faced with Death, embrace it because its an horizon and a door to a better world…

Finally,Love the Lord your God and your neighbours, for this is the Father’s Will

Stephen’s Journal

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Regret: My forgotten friend

My heart grieve for the loss of a soul mate, a dear friend I’ve kept close to my heart since I received the result of my first SSCE examination.
My lone soul didn’t want to have you stripped away from me, for with only with you can I journey on the road that leads to my Yesterday.

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You though me how to grieve
And showed me the journey to my future is not worth it.
You told me my yesterday is the only manual to live my today.
After a while, you brought in a new friend called “Emptiness” into the bosom of my heart.
You told me he would guide me to his elder one “Sorrow”
I have over the years lived in sadness with this Madness
But with a revelation that came to me through “The Bible” and few other books made my friend slipped into a coma.

I begged that will not loose his life but my supplications were to no avail as message came to me that my long dear friend has gone to the world beyond.
The happiness I’ve kept in the cage of my heart burst forth and filled my life
I couldn’t keep up with the enthusiasm that filled every corner of me for he run swift like the shadows of the whirlwind

Everlasting joy I knew not before became my comfort
I made new friends and my eyes were opened to new possibilities as I quit the journey to my yesterday and followed the path to my beautiful future.

Faith told me loads of things are waiting for me at the end of the dark tunnel and if I believe and never give up, I will launch into the fullness of wonders.

From that time, I’ve been filled with hope
A feeling that has transcend me into the presence of my creator, It was then I realize my former friend never had the chance to be with Him.

He said “your friend’s place is in the Hades, where he was made”
I thank my stars I’d lost him, for there is nothing to compare this glory and happiness to
At last I knew true freedom and never again will I ply the Road to My Yesterday…….
OST’s Journal
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Precious Lord: Lead me through

It is no doubt that many are going through hard times in their lives and it seem God has neglected and forgotten us in our trials. Well, i stumbled on the story of a man whose song has greatly inspired me over the years, maybe you will be inspired by his story………..

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“Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago’s South side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn’t want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis. I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.

However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back. I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.

The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED. People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end was “Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.”

When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart. For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve Him any more or write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well.

But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died. From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him.

But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor Frye, who seemed to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took me up to Madam Malone’s Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys.

Something happened to me then I felt at peace. I feel as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, one I’d never heard or played before, and the words into my head-they just seemed to fall into place:

“Precious Lord, take my hand,
lead me on, let me stand!
I am tired, I am weak,
I am worn, Through the storm,
through the night lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.”

The Lord gave me these words and melody. He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power. And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.
Thomas A. Dorsey
Gospel Songwriter

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I believe with faith, you will see your challenges through and you will be a victor. See, let me tell, no adversity will break you if you put your trust in God, He will comfort you and lead you through your difficult situation. Stay connected!

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