Behold … All things new!

god is real

I have a dream

In my dreams I dream of a place

Existing beyond the dimensions of both time and space


A place where actions don’t have consequences

And the choices don’t have repercussions

A place to which alone, no one can travel

Yet there exists a way


A place where there’s no more suffering

And there’s no more pain and affliction

A place where death doesn’t reside

Where tears are never shed

And no one ever bleeds


A place where we will neither marry,

Nor be given in marriage,

But we’ll be like the angels


Yes; I wanna go to that place

Where the family never gets hungry

Where nobody ever get sick

And the bodies never get weak

Where no children are born

Where nobody ever gets old

And the weather never gets cold


Yes, I have heard of a place

Where there is no sun

No moon and no sky

A place where there is no darkness

A place where everything is bright

And the ruler is the source light


Help me out; I’m looking for that place!

Where all that dwells is peace

And everyone’s heart is at ease


Who knows of that place?

Where the sun never gets hot

And the rivers never get dry

Where no one ever gets thirsty

And the weather never gets nasty

And the life is never hasty



Who has heard of that place?

That is governed by a spiritual rule

And only the spiritual beings dwell


Tell me, I want to know of that place

Where the Most high has established his throne

And the heavenly beings sing, dance and celebrate … all … day … long


Yes, I wanna know the means

Show me the way to that place

Point me to that direction


Let my lips taste of its water

Let my nose smell of its air

Let my ears listen to its music

Let my feet dance of it melody

Let my eyes see of its splendor

Let my fingers touch of it flowers

So soft and so tender

Let my feet step on its path


I dream of dwelling in that place

Show me how

How to get this skeptical mind of mine to believe

And let this treacherous heart to perceive


How to get this doubting brain to conceive

How to let this trembling spirit to receive


Yes I wanna go to that place; that place where no one can imagine what it’s like,

I wanna see that place; just like I read about it; that it will exceed our wildest imaginations.

I dream of the day that that place; will be revealed to each of us in glory

And he who is sited on the throne will say

Behold I am making all things NEW!



He’s not dead

god is real

Forgive me for asking but how can you tell me that my God is dead?

Yet if it wasn’t for him there wouldn’t be me …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When I’m made in his image and likeness …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

Yet before I was born he knew me, he consecrated me, set me apart …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When I can do all things through him who strengthen me …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When he provides for all my needs according to his riches in glory …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When I spoke to him in the morning …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When his word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path …

How can you tell me that my God is dead?

When clearly, you know nothing about my relationship with him!!

But then you ask, how do I know that God’s not dead yet all I’m telling you is all that he has done for me?

But I know that God’s not dead, because of what he has done for you

I know that God’s not dead

Because he wants all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of truth

I know that God’s not dead

Because if you confess your sins, he is faithful and just to forgive you and to purify you from all unrighteousness

I know that God’s not dead

And he has shown his love in that, while we were still sinners Christ died for us!

Can’t put God in a box on a cross, in the sea for God is everything even you and me Hold on to this idea: There is none besides He all else is fantasy illusions we create to define that which cannot be contained in churches, temples, mosques not the forest or the sea even […]

via God In A Box — Source of Inspiration


how long

How long, O LORD?

Will You forget me forever?

How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul,

Having sorrow in my heart all the day?

How long will my enemy be exalted over me?

Psalm 13:1–2

Dear dad


If I was to give your job description I would say that you were an expert of all trades; you were a teacher, a preacher, a lecturer, an architect, an engineer, an electrician; a carpenter, a mason, a plumber. You were a driver, a mechanic, a farmer, a Jua kali operator; You are an investor, an executive director, a Chief Executive Officer, a financial planner, a procurement officer, a security manager.

You were the judge and the executioner; The lawyer and the prosecutor; with hands as hard as a pillar when I did wrong; yet soft and tender when I needed affection; You the master gardener who tended to every shoot; removed every wildflower; and placed me in a frame of opportunities;

You made understand that the sky is the limit when you sat there next to me as a young boy with a pen and a paper and gave me a hand with my schoolwork; If you were not the man that were to me, I wouldn’t be the man that I am today!

I hope and pray that one day I’ll be great a father as you were and still is to me. Love you dad!

With love; your son!

an idiot with a pen …

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In an attempt to escape grim problems in my former life

I find myself aiming to capture lightning in a bottle

Been facing the night afraid and alone,

Worried that I’m becoming the man I used to be,

In the heart of the night you can find me

At a lighted corner of an isolated room

I clench my teeth in the darkness

Releasing words in my brain

In between rogue sachets,

Scribbling in my rhyme book

Putting my poetic thoughts on a piece of paper

Trying to make the best of the night

With nothing but the hope of sharing my dilemma

With those who share my effort because I am an addict

This is the delight of an idiot

Addicted to writing


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Reality check



He was this great guy who had a zeal for life; With money for everything he had it all figured out; He paid his bills, wrote checks and checked out as he carried his weight around; When I was young, he crossed my mind quite often mainly because he was the guy I was supposed to be when I was older!

Fast forward past my favored years; I’ve shed more tears than I can glare; I have more than enough baggage to spare; more than enough heartache to share and I still long for a place to belong cos I know that I know enough to know that I care but I often pretend to be;

Then I see my peers brag about the millions they got, I figure that it’s supposed to make me cold cos it appears that what they got is a lot more appealing than what I’ve got; So I find it ironic that we still meet in this game of life chasing a hundred more; So if what they got still doesn’t bring satisfaction then I’m left wondering what the point of this running?

I’ve never been afraid to get my hands dirty and as a matter of fact I work as hard as any other man; yet it seems like the  holes on my fishing net are abnormal cos I find myself questioning God; Why do I feel right in my lies yet I know the truth?

Although I feel like another rider trapped within the troops, I just had a meeting with God and I confessed my sins and I promised to work on my faith; I’ve been wrong before but I pray that this time I’m on the right track; so if I die tonight, I pray to God that my time is right;


For the love


Out of the desire to create a mastermind

Our minds are ever visualizing

We hope that perfect sentences will simply flow

So with pens and pencils in our hands

We scribble towards excellence

At the end of it all we take a look at the words

We glance at the images and the pictures

Never missing a subsection that’s inferior

A line or two almost always falls short

Yet we keep on scrawling

We write, rewind and rewrite

The love keeps us going

Love kind of does that

It opens our eyes and we sees beyond the imperfections

Beyond the faults and the inadequacies

Through it we see beyond that which lies ahead of us