#mineshdias

On a bright Sunday morning, With birds chirping in the sky. So often do you see a mother and her child disputing beguile. Amid the cold, wintry breeze. Amid the busy faces lie a smile all setting off for work in air conditioned office rooms, stuffy cubicles and lifeless sights. There too flies a dove singing. Up in a treehouse or down in a mansion. Designer or department store? Mankind so prone to worry. The school bus and the little girl is crying. Crying not of joy for being able to go to school and study...crying because her Physics exam in the two hour future is too hard. While nature sings its sweet songs. 'Listen to me, my dear' He says! Are you deaf or do your Beats by Dr Dre beat so hard you cannot hear me chirp, breeze, smile and sing? Sorrow looks back, worry looks forward and faith looks at Jesus! Give him all your worries after all he died for your sins not his and let him rise you up.

On pain of lack of income? A good mother shall not enerve her son's teaching. Of course she'd see the need of taxis, the need for a driving license. Also the mutual understanding of lack of income, that her son's education shall not hunger and thirst. So does a good mother push her other one on a pram, wait for hours for the bus be it in piercing cold or stifling heat. To sing at church or lay the bricks of education for her son. For it will make him the person he is today.

I write a prayer, to the wretched, the crippled, the non believers. They may not only seek refuge but faith! I write a prayer, not in the form of words, in the form of lyrics! In the form of pictures, in the form of sceneries. That mankind may humble down the sail. I write a prayer, for the fatherless, motherless, childrenless not only due to inability but misfortune and circumstance that may seek parentage and children in the Lord writing this prayer I write a prayer, for culprits who resort to the bosom of technology than nature wives than whores children than contraception to move forward. I write a prayer, for the human race to pray.

Seems like the hardest thing in the world. Indeed yes it is. The stress, the fatigue. How much more could you have done in that time spent? Nothing. Cause what you learn is what will never go to waste and what you waste is what you will never learn. Therefore learn. Break them chains. Free yourself. Release your full potential! Use your intelligence, your wit, your talents...we are all born with them. Together lets learn and make this world a better place.

It is a sweet poison, no doubt. Can help you sleep at night. And eat and drink things you would vaguely heard nor remember of. It is a sweet poison, no doubt. Taken in the right dire quantities can shake you for the better. Help you see beneath the sheets, beneath the deepest of waters. Lastly it can make your world go around. It is a sweet poison, no doubt. If like everything taken in balanced quantities can reap good things. Good things that are permanent not temporary. Hope and pray it is only normal, human affections are inevitable and are to be embraced not leave you like a limp.

A new year awaits you. Turn away from all your past's sorrows. Let your heart take care of your health. While you take care of your heart where all doom and gloom is born and all doom and gloom die. This new time, my friend, this new time. Everyday is a new time, a new beginning...if you see it not, be it you see it so this year. Make peace with your enemies we are all one in the Lord's eyes. Let not Satan be the excuse for your evil, let not evil be your pride. It is time to turn away from the bad. Time to let lose. A new time awaits. You better embrace. The Lord's blest you with the gift of time. Thou must not take it for granted!

On pain of lack of income? A good mother shall not enerve her son's teaching. Of course she would see the need of taxis, the need for a driving license. Also the mutual understanding of lack of income, that her son's education shall not hunger and thirst. So does a good mother push her other little one on a pram, wait for hours for the bus be it in piercing cold or stifling heat. To sing at church or lay bricks of education for her son. For it will make him the person he is today.

If abortion be right, may I ask thee oh righteous one; what the fuck are you saying? Letting the wrong-doer whose wronged an innocent girl's innocence both in mind and body, go, by mowing the police station's lawn. Like the grass of the lawn was more sacred than the grass in the dear little one's body? Circumstances are such that one wouldn't want to see her own child simply for the unholy act of how it became holy in one's womb in the first place, perhaps. Circumstances are such that premarital connections between one's bud being tenderly petaled became a ritual. Symbolic of insecurity, symbolic of pleasure, symbolic of lack of thought. Circumstances are such that the corrupt let corruption take sovereignty both in mind and land. Yet dear little angel don't you let anyone play with you or be shy to stand up for yourself or lack the courage in bearing your own child. You (with my utmost love in mind) have been abused as wickedly as a typhoon. Men are wicked, men are cruel...there is a fair proportion for everything be it fair or unfair. However dude don't "prick love for pricking thee down."