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Top of the morning to you friends.
Today we have a unique guest post from Odumosu Oluwafunke to bless our lives with.

What is love?
Who is love?

Explore love with our heart felt stories today.

Love wasn’t a new concept to him,

Yet he had decided long before that he wasn’t worth loving,

He couldn’t believe his luck that anyone will choose to love him!

For his evil reputation was enough reason for anyone to keep away

He wasn’t no Romeo and thus lacked a Juliet

For who would want to love a beast,

So he was surprised when love was professed to him so deeply and true

He was a man who loved no one but himself.

Don’t be too quick to castigate him

For he had tried to show love in his own way but all seemed abortive,

His very nature was evil

And couldn’t help but show it malicious face

This left a trail of broken hearted people,

And in cases when the love appeared to be growing

His virulent neighbour the warmonger and wouldn’t leave him in peace .

The records show clearly that,

A number of people had tried redeeming him

At the end, it was all a façade

As all soon left when the beast in him demonstrated,

All wanted to love him for the good in him alone!

For they all seem to forget that coins had two unfamiliar sides

This new lover was very unwavering!

He simply refuses to give up on him,

And thus he accepted the proposal

Trying all within himself he decided to make this new love work

He was on a quest to be a Romeo to his new found Juliet

A long distance relationship it was,

Nevertheless communication was at its peak!

The love blossomed progressively.

Then the tide turned,

For the beast in him manifested!

Creating unpleasant differences

He started cheating on his lover,

The communication reduced to its barest minimum

He thought it was already over .

The moment he was deciding to end the relationship

Came the call…………………………………………………….

He termed the transformation call

The call that confirmed that his lover was different

Which made him realise he was worth loving

That he wasn’t entirely a beast.

Where others had given up there he loves,

He always knocks at the door of the heart

Keeping his promise to redeem where others has failed

Overlooking his excesses and loving him the more

His new lover is Christ,

Who knocked constantly at the door of his heart,

Until he finally yielded to be loved

God took the beast in him and made him a saint.

In addition for the first time,

He had someone who didn’t listen to his virulent neighbour,

A lover who understood the two sides he had

Who is on a quest to make him better,

This left an everlasting joy in his life ‘

Finally, the imprint of real love is in his heart

For who needed the love of Juliet when he had the love of Christ .

Odumosu Oluwafunke Tiwalade is a lady saved by grace, who loves the Lord and believes in His ability to repair broken walls, through THE WORD AND PRAYERS!
She blogs at ourheartfeltstories.blogspot.com

Sound it to the farthest regions
Jesus is coming.
Tell it to the doubting hearts
The messiah will return

On a cloud of glory
With a retinue of trumpets
Riding in as a victorious king
Coming to take you home.

Sound it to the waiting brides.
Gird up your virgin attires.
Your head covered with a gele of holiness.
Your waist firmly covered with an akwa-ocha of joy
Your feet firmly shod with high heels of evangelical victories.
Your neck fully adored with beads of charity.
Your wrists firmly fitted with bangles of patience.

Scream it to the wavering minds.
Look around and marvel at His works.
Turn the flashlight within and affirm the weakness of the human will.
Research and uncover the changes He brings into a willing heart.
Inquire the true consequences of denying His existence
Understand that everything under the sun and outside Him is vanity.

Sound it to the old maids in the world.
Your Tom tom is on His way.
Your Olowo ori is coming to make good His promises.
Your dim oma is coming to wipe all tears away.

Sound it to the entire universe.
Jesus is coming back.
#BASHORUN

The punisher, he was called
A beast who never cowered in face of anything.
Dealing blows to enemy backs at every moment.
Dishing out hot slaps to everyone who dared to step on his shoes.
Dispensing pain medications, through his fists, to everyone who did not agree with him
Shelling out wads of cash to ensure the downfall of any rival.

'Alaroye' (newspaper), she was called.
A priest whose mouth never kept secrets.
A witch whose eyes never beheld any good deed.

Raining down invectives on all and sundry.
Bringing a stain upon every good relationship she comes in contact.
Cutting down men and women in their prime with decietful tales.
Distributing juicy scandalous tit bits for the quick cash and fame,
Giving zero concern for the lives of those involved in the scandal.

Jogunomi o!

Lest your end come in a swift manner.
A shameful demise that would imprint a dreadful stigma on your generations to come

Rest your oars from these wicked acts.
For a resting place awaits six feet below for the proponents of these acts.

Digest the bitter pill of humility and moderation.
A medication to cure bitterness towards men.
A panacea to rid mankind of excessive greed that drives many into devising illicit and harmful means of acquiring wealth.
#BASHORUN

Photo credit: World Peace logo

I remember watching Chuck Norris as a kid and wishing he was my dad because of his awesomeness. These memes will leave you reeling in laughter.

Enjoy the best of Chuck Norris

Thanks Kate Montaung for this Five minutes Friday prompt.

With the prompt being SAFE, I thought it good to write about how safe I feel everything I am with my lord.

00:00
My God my Lord
Binding me to Him with a chord of love.
Nudging me towards peace with his rod and staff.

00:53
For years I trod on paths of sin
My feet shod with sandals of pleasure.
Gathered around me were a squad of fear and failure.

01:11
Until I crossed the Rubicon of pleasure.
Sex held no more spice
Money brought no joy
New cars brought no peace
Nite clubs ushered in more trouble.

02:22
I had it all
Yet they held nothing.
For they were all vain acquisitions.

03:43
Then our paths crossed.
The local preacher told me a story about the cross
How you left your throne to come across
All to remove my sinful dross

04:22
I wondered how you could bear it all
How you could see my sin and not be appalled
How the sight of my filth never made your skin crawl
For I see myself in the mirror and I am indeed galled

04:44
Then he told me of your love
Of your amazing touch that could wipe it all away
Of you wonderful hands that could make me whole
Of your tender arms where I could find rest.
And your solemn temples where I can be Safe.

05:00
In those arms I found rest
In those eyes I saw how much your loved me.
In your temple I found true joy.
With you I became an overcomer.
#BASHORUN

On a sail in a raft
Sea heaving in riotous rhythm
Angry typhoon gaining ground.

Skies dark with a clear message intended.

"Time to give up and quit"

A vigorous paddling
Heart fixed on survival
Human wit relied on for wisdom
Weak arms relied on for strength

Faster the typhoon approaches
The end is clear in sight and scope.
All seems lost.

A prayer for swift death on the lips.

A light shines forth
Silver lining in the midst of the dark clouds.
To warm and cheer troubled mind.
Calming the deathly rumbles.
Reining back the rampaging storm.

The light has a name.
A personal saviour to abide with the helpless.

The light has a purpose
To give hope to the troubled minds.
The light has a name.

The name Jesus.
The person Jesus.
#Bashorun

(A letter to Runs Girls)

Shoko yokoto

I hail ooo auntie.
You wey dey help women keep their husband.
Dey totori men senses with your wicked jeans from every brand.
Gucci, Prada, all to make men brain disband.
Dey make men give you all the moni wey them work for through your command

I hail ooo
Work for office you nor gree do.
So so women husband dey stick to you like glue
You don turn yasef to alaga madame overdo
Dey distribute your value like say na papa Dasuki pot of stew.
Sunday reach, you don run go church pew
All to get new members make them come pay all your dues.

Take your time sha o.
Your pot of shame don almost full.
The beating wey you go collect go dey bountiful
Dose acid carrying wives dey mostly dey unmerciful.
Their pikin guardian angels sef no go hear say your face adorable.
Them go change am for you like soldier wey meet agbero wey talk say him dey invincible.

To the uncle dem
You don hear of dat pikin wey no let im mama rest
Na devil you dey give invitation come your house like honorable guest.
Wen ur fowl yansh open for public, only you go attest.
Say all power and wisdom for this world no dey for man chest.
#BASHORUN