journal mi

My Source My Creator My Grace My Saviour My Redeemer My Lord My Father My Sustainer My Essence My Rest My Love and My God!!!!

You cometh You cometh for me I feel you near I sense you strong Waited for years The wait is over My partner comes My own man is finally here Our mission; Exemplary Our words; cast in stone for generations to come In total submission, We surrender ourselves and our union to our God This choice we have made will be heard by many generations ….our process, our birthing and our synergy! I trust you with my dreams I trust you with my future I have chosen to love, help and submit to you My hero, my lord, my crown and my man I accept your leadership I accept your body I accept your weaknesses and strengths May we grow together and the best of love be expressed through us Our children will surely call us BLESSED!!!

Your calmness Your hoarding of words Your ‘perceived’ innocence Everything you say feels genuine Although not to me but to Tarri I admire your approach towards her See that sendless jump of excitement you expressed when she was saved from eviction Tears refused to remain where they belong at the sight of the farewell hug too. Broz, I too gbadun you! Of course I know its surface level admiration But kai!…..I covet something you have even though I can’t tie it to an English word My blood jumps I hope we get to meet on this end of the planet If not, all the best mate!!! ……….your splendid voice is a topic for another day!

Everything flashes back like yesterday Met u at my friend’s church U distributed your fatherly hugs around U had to move in because of the repairs on 3rd mainland Oh, the multiplier effect of poor infrastructure U wanted family evenings together –TV, eating, gist et al But luckily our work wouldn’t let us U shared the hugs evenly – mine & hers Saw the way u looked at her But haba! how can I suspect Mr Deacon Closer to 50 than 45 ‘It can’t be what I’m thinking’ Then she had to travel Leaving the 2 of us alone My only worry was your addiction to gist then .......the reality of the hugs Couldn’t compare with hers anymore Is it the Babcock in me that is so uncomfortable? Ok…….. Then I avoided you and the hugs...... U came & hugged unexpectedly Then started adding interesting pecks Confusion bami immediately Deacon!!!!!!!!!! Is this still brotherly love? U are her uncle’s close friend R u thinking at all???? Or nah my imagination. I avoided seeing u in d morning or when I got back ...

* Adventure over Inertia * Liquid over Solid * Children over Adults * Casual over Formal * Questions over Answers * Concise over Verbose * Biro over Pencil * Velocity over Slowness * Studs over Blings * God over Man

It’s clear to me now than ever before that the way you live your life is your choice. Even God has given us the power of choice so who is man to tell you; ‘you have to do it like this’ or ‘this is how it’s done’. Illustration: At a certain age you have to begin to paint/fix your nails, your eyebrow has to go, you have to start to carry a big bag that will break your shoulders :), you have to get married, you have to write a professional exam, you have to go for your cousin’s wedding……. …….duh! I don’t have to do anything. I have chosen to live my life deliberately making my choices • I have deliberately chosen the path of simplicity • I have deliberately chosen the places I have to go to • I deliberately choose! The word is I don’t have to do anything!!! (maybe the caveat should be expect you are under 18 :)) 07/09

I knew it wasn’t right. Personal values, societal values and all the works, I didn’t let us grow. We kept it platonic (difficultly so). Our hearts wanted more. Our heads knew better. Only space and time can heal us. I’m utmostly grateful for your THERENESS, Your openness, your romance, your consistency and your maturity. I did it for your clan, for my man for myself & for you. When we meet in future, because  I'm sure we will, We’ll catch up on our phases.  I will miss you sorely.  Still in tears.