This Too Shall Pass
"These are not normal times" and
We agreed
Why not say we all are sick
So we seek to heal?
It's our fight to recover
A collective responsibility
What is there to discover
beyond the perimeter of our doors?
The streets no longer teem
Fellowships and gatherings our hotspot
Even rigid cultures have changed
Super nations under attack
Listen! The world is in crisis
It's not normal a time for us
to discover the world around us
Is it so much to contain?
The good news!
We can build on
But not out of danger
Let's keep our anger away from the survivors
One thing for sure,
"The child at the back of the mother
does not know the distance covered by
the weary feets of the mother, until he comes down and equally takes a walk"
Our leaders need us to cooperate and it's our cooperation that will make their work even easier.
Let's listen to our leaders
as we obey and allow the sciences.
Very soon, we shall see the signs
of the morning near because in the
clouds of misery, there is hope from the
rain that cometh forth.
God is our witness and
We'd come to our wits' end
This too shall pass..
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
To the mothers in our world
From the mum on the street
To the one in the executive office
We might have found you strict
But your love has never fallen short
Though we've fallen short
And how silly we may act
Our appreciation today is a faithful act
That is the fact!
To the one that gave us shelter
Even in the womb
Feeding us, and providing us warmth
You made sure we were ok
A tender touch on your pregnant stomach
And a smile from your face
Was a deep affection to us
You kept us forever in your heart
Why we didn't stay away
To the mother
Who was there when mummy was busy
You were around when we took our first steps
You may have mothered us not easily
But we know the world is far from perfect
There's conflict and there's strife
But you still made a difference
With your special love, you showed us the way
Behind you we laid in a piece of cloth
By your sides, you took us through town
To the mother at the Sunday school
To the mother in the week day school
You've been a resourceful tool
Your lessons made us not fools
Rules you taught us made us cool
But for you lessons, how could we have survived
In a world so cold and cruel
kindly, loving thoughts of you
And with the faith you still impart
The rose I give to you today
Is the love that's in my heart
To the mothers not mentioned
And to everyone playing a role as a mother
Not even the most expensive gifts can trade your love
Sorry for the years we've been away
And the tears we may have caused
Running down your cheeks
This message may not be enough to wipe your tears
But one thing we can promise
You haven been our hope
So toss away your fears
Always remember, WE LOVE YOU!!!
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
Knowing this fact is one thing!
Being conscious of the judgement day
Is also another thing!
Be identified by your deeds and acts
Then you know you are refined
And the judgement day becomes a lifestyle
When you kow this
And it defines you, you know!
Our shadow doesn't leave
When there is reflection of light
Our deeds goes with us
Where ever we go
Let it reflect our light (Christ)
It is not over
Until the Lord says it's over
Judgement has already begin!!!
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC
The game is still on
The race is me
It is ours to run
To fight against racism
A prejudice beyond acts
Discrimination above attitude
Reflected in systems and institutions
Preventing people from dignity
I learnt there is something we call "Human race"
We can't be humane with racial stereotype
Colour doesn't define us
As a person but who we are
We've had enough already
This is like an Olympic game
Not just for a race of black or white
Embodies other acts of harassment
Political stereotyping and gender activism
Ethnocentrism and nepotism
Can we stop this ism now!
Allowing human race transcend egotism
Reconceiving our race
And accepting tolerance and respect
Let's stop using humour to normalise racism
It's not funny perpetuating ugly stereotypes
Remember! We share a common history
Laundry is the only thing separated by colour
#Poetic_Koncept
#Elikem_Inspires
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
A question most people couldn't answer
Not even the great minds
Something is not alright, we know
But how do we fix it?
None asked this
Not because we are okay with the standards
We're living to suit the tradition of the old
With much contempt to change
Custodians spell, "This is how we do it"
Or die challenging the status quo
What is missing in our religion?
Each side believes the other side is
Made up of creepy people with ungodly doctrines
But teach the same moral value
Believing wrong is evil and right is godly
Apparently, culture sets apart our conscience
If there indeed is one God
Then it ought to follow that
He would define the proper manner
In which to worship Him
And reveal that way to man
Yet these religions differ vastly
Is there one true faith?
If not, then based on the assumption
Of all three of these religions
That there exists one supreme God over all
Has that God destined mankind to a life of confusion
Over the very basic questions about His nature
His religion and the reason He created man?
These are fundamental questions
With which countless generations of thinkers
Philosophers, religionists and educationalists
Have wrestled for 6,000 years of documented human history
In doctrine and in practice.
What is missing in politics?
World in which the helpless suffer
And the remorseless roam free
Fed up with the political discourse
Exacerbated by the current presidential cycle
Debates take place in a derisive manner
That is designed to tear down the other side
What kind of ethics is this?
Little thieves are hanged
For the great thieves to escape
Label it any way that you want
But many of them that lives deserves death
And many that died deserves life
What is missing in our traditional system?
Feeling empty and alone in a society that lacks a common basis
That touches our feelings and heart
Upholding to old culture blindly
Creating an enmity in the human race
Discouraging inter ethnic marriage
You took away what I treasured
Replacing it with timeless void
For how long can we accommodate this insanity
Of ethnocentrism bullying our sense of joy?
As many who ask this question
As many who believes something is missing
We have a responsibility
A charge to keep we have
It all depends on us
To look for the missing parts
To complete the puzzle
The nation has been anticipating
The arrival of a generation which will change
The way things are understood
And done in the country
The better of course
It's true humanity is more appealing than humans
As Koffi Selorm rightly said
Just because we wear a garment without a HEM
Let's solve this puzzle with the missing parts
Honesty, Empathy and Morality
#Elikem_Inspires
#Poetic_Koncept
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
How can I know Him?
The man of incomprehensible nature
With varying picture
It's possible to know God!
God in a way that takes seriously the fact
The fact that He's beyond knowledge
Knowledge of the scientist
Knowledge of mythology
Do you understand the intricate patterns of the stars?
He who created them does
His mysteries are hidden truth
Despite the countless revelations and researches
Supernatural elements remain unknown
Some mysteries fathomed by science
Others still bewilder mankind
God still retains His secret
But man on his intellectual tiptoes
Understands a faction
Have we exhausted what the Bible speak of Him?
His son (Christ) is a mystery
He's not simple at all
Christ is the mysterious word of God
By this inspiration, we had varying dogmas
A mysterious God conceived of his spirit
Born with humanity as mysterious God-man
That which became flesh
In this we dine as the Communion
Hidden in the mystery of loaf
He passed through human living
That His kingdom may be established on earth
He was crucified
This man died in the flesh for you and I
The tomb couldn't hold Him
Incorruptibly, he resurrected and ascended
Christ is the word of God
And the word is God himself - muddling?
Which became flesh and stayed with us
His living was God's living
You see Him, you see God
Grain of wheat that fell into the ground
The viable grain He was
Died to produce many grains
In this grain, we receive gains
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:34 AM UTC
I'm worthless without you
Respectively, show me the worth of the
Author without a reader
Speaker without the audience
Postman without the recipient
Oops! I'm pregnant with a message
For you, I would have miscarriage
High, high I abuse encouragement
Because you've been unflinchingly there
Good or bad you patronise
You carry my message as a blueprint
Not because I'm the best nor first
Even if I defile, you stood to define
Holding it with a sense of pride
You chose me from all the crowd
You I epithet "My constituency"
Yet I have no seat in parliament
But because you found value in a talent
Sharing in the same aspiration
To spread the news to every nation
Sounding the drums of appellation
For my committed patrons
Sometimes safe to tag them loyalists
Coz I have my name printed on their lists
Feeling that they owe it to the stars
When void dines with my thought
The leafless desert of the mind
And completely reluctant to write
You appeal to my conscience to do the right thing
That I desire to serve with distinction
Teensy-weensy, you keep lighting fires
Though the Nazareth may water
I'm still optimistic of good things coming
Tieing to your support as hope-rope
Following the destiny my steps can't avoid
Oh did I mention Poetic Koncept?
Grooming me to develop a concept
Interestingly poetic family of variance
Truth be told from edible - orators
Who are kinsmen augmenting my tension
A high tension as hypertension
Born with a rich heart and different heights
We will reach heights like rich child
My patron saint is a tall gHosT
He concerns to me on the days
Days which I need him most
With eyes upon him like an iKhorn
My gang pretty and very Witty
Borne out of Nature with B-fives
Bold, baffling, blissful, bodacious and bold
#Elikem_Inspires
#PoeticKoncept
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
All along with me in a gleam
I leap onward like a stream
Even when it's uncertainly certain
I know the future is awfully pretty
Held in a kilometer tunnel
Hey! have you seen how complicated life can be?
There are so many wheels running into the future
They run down the hills like the fountains
Some are like a burnt that never displayed it sparkles
Like the turgid clouds heart broken with smiles of fed ups too
The past is always tense, the future perfect
But once upon….
Upon all gifts situated in the arms of reasoning
Shelters discord the layers of harmony
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas
Ideas we conquered long ago
When we are hidden beneath how complicated life can be
Our little desires implicate every passing moments
There are so many wheels running into the future
But the cautious gives gestures deed
Only the dust of wheels
Makes the future uncertain
The hills which reflects our days
The foundation that holds our life in place
Simple as meals on tyre-wheels
Without it support, we'd have nothing for guidance
Into the life with no color
I don’t want to substitute
So I made a promise; to keep the past
I laid my past on the desk
When the dusk dawn I reset it on the pillow
Like the lit darkness; I saw a vacuum
My yesterdays walk with me
They keep step; they are gray faces
That peer over my shoulder
I’ve stared from a distance
And for once I’ve envisioned the next existence
Indeed the past is dark yet the future will bright
So I made a promise
I laid my present as a sacrifice
When the feet stumble in mud
The toes leave marks of five
It husk reaped off; they are confident in hive
My future talks with me
I’ve stared from a distance
And for once I will refuse every resistance
Written by:
Yaa Walker N. & Festus Elikem B.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
I don't know if you'll ever see this
I mean my letter to you
This may not be the best way
But let it find the best place in your heart
For it's sharper than two edged sword
A scripture you might say
Yet deepr than you might think
Don't ask if it's the Holy book
This is my letter to you
Certainly not my first letter
Treat this as the best I've scribbled
This is not to remand you
Or to appeal your conscience
It's to remind you
And to prep you
Of the better days ahead
In this letter,
I want to remind you
That there mightl be days
That you may fail
A day you might fall
It happens to everyone
Even the best of them
They were once frail
Be inspired by the Wright brothers
Who advanced aero technology
Think about Thomas Edison
Who invented the light bulb
It all revolved around this inspiration
That there is only one thing
Which makes dreams impossible
When you doubt it's possible
Yes! that makes dreams a no-win
Fear! Yes that's the detour
The fear of failure
You may encounter many defeats
But you won't be defeated
Put on the full armour of defense
That is your best attitude
It will elevate you to the highest altitude
It is your attitude
More than your aptitude
That will determine your altitude
To crown it all,
Always strive to be better
Not better than your fellow
Instead, a better version of you
No matter how small it may look
It still makes a positive impact
In your life and spirally
To the people around You
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
By: Poetic Koncept
Hope is good
Trust is better
But actions speaks louder
Seeking the latter
Is like leather
Which can withstand all weather
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC