CHOICE

Choice,

Is it Really?

Or

Is it Silly to say?

That choice is given, when no voice is given to the one whose life is being taken

No! not silly…… Tragic, a tragedy of epic proportion, where epic distortion has led to epidemic and premarital abortions!

Murder! …..Yes I said the word

It’s easy to hear but it needs to be heard so it needs to be said because blood has been shed, because babies are dead…. So I will not opt for a soft word instead.

Yes, choices are made

Some choose to silence babies heartbeats with vaccines and the hitmen called doctors choose to get paid!

Now here is where it gets dramatic… it’s where I get right wing extremist … A religious fanatic

But let me be emphatic

I will take any name as long as I proclaim Christ and save babies from being sacrifice…. So get erratic and throw me all your profaning names, I know it won’t get the least problematic

Here is where the problem lies…. This is where Christian compromise, it’s where we choose to close our eyes as babies after babies die.

It’s where sinners are sinking into hell and we have the saving truth we choose to refuse to tell. That’s bad and brutality.

Some offer baby boys and baby girls to idol called choice in the name of convenience and individuality….. Where Christians refrain as sinners perish in vain and babies are slain, thanks to medical brutality.

SO

WHERE

IS THE

HOPE?

For the Christian who fail to take his stand, He still extends His nail pierced hands, so the sake of His glory and name

Let Him fan away your ugly stories and shame so you can obey and speak truth in His name

SO

WHERE

IS THE

HOPE?

For the sinner, there is faith and repentance,

He can wipe away your sentence

Because he choose to give his son…… the one he choose to give in the sinner’s place

So he can give the sinner grace……

There’s no sin within or without that is beyond his redeeming blood

No sin his grace cannot erase

He can equip the sinner with his righteous protection

And grant him His glorious resurrection

So don’t let it get distorted

You can be forgiven even you’ve aborted

That is the truth

If your heart is contrite

He can make it right

And restore it

CHOICE

Someone long ago made the choice to arise, to open his eyes and see through the lies… to turn from foolish to wise

CHOICE

Some here can make the choice to accept the truth and preach good news

OR

Make the choice to refuse and refute

But know at the end you will have a lot to loose

SO

WHAT

WILL YOU

CHOOSE?

MY WORST MISTAKE

“My life has been devastated by abortion. I have had three abortions because I didn’t think I had any other choices.

I was 17 years young and my boyfriend told me if I didn’t have the abortion that he would leave me. I thought I loved him, and I knew I could not have a baby without his help and support. So I did what I was told and went through with the abortion.

“When going in for my abortion I was told by the ‘professionals’ that it was only a blob of tissue, and it would be safer and easier to abort than to carry my baby to term. I would later find out this was a lie.

“I remember laying on the cold table with no anesthetic for the pain, staring at the ceiling, wishing I were someplace else. It seemed to last forever and the pain was unbearable. No amount of anesthetic could dull the pain in my heart and mind. The type of abortion I had was the vacuum aspirator method. I could hear by the increased labor of the suction machine what part or limb of my baby was being extracted. Each time I tried to look at the jar with my baby’s remains they would push me back down. To this day I still hear that haunting suction sound.

“When it was finished I was sent to a waiting room with the other girls. I was given a cup of juice and told I could leave in 20 minutes if I felt alright. I had never felt worse but I told them I felt fine because I just wanted to be out of there.

“A part of me died that day as I realized I would never hold or see that child. I became angry and depressed. I started drinking heavily, doing drugs, and became very promiscuous. I didn’t think anyone would love me unless I gave them sex in return. I got pregnant two more times and chose abortion each time…

“I later met and married a wonderful man. After trying to start a family with no success, we learned I was infertile because of the abortions. The suction from the vacuum aspirator destroyed my tubes and ovaries…

“Everyday I live with the reality that the only children I will ever bear I killed….”

STOP ABORTION!!!!

RAPE and ABORTION = MURDER

When They Say: 
“If a woman is raped, she should be allowed to have an abortion. After all, that child will do nothing but remind her of the trauma she suffered.”

You Say:
“First of all, the incidence of pregnancies resulting from rape is very rare. However, even in small numbers they do occur and it’s important for us to address that.

Rape is a horrible crime – perhaps the worst that can be committed against a person, short of murder. But let’s look at this logically. The guilty party – the rapist – if caught and convicted serves an average of just under 14 years for his crime.1 How then is it fair to punish the second innocent victim of the crime – the child – with the death penalty?

Abortion does not erase rape – in fact, women who have experienced abortions for reasons of rape often refer to the abortion procedure as ‘the second rape’ or ‘the mechanical rape’ because of the physical nature of the procedure. In fact, some even say that the abortion was more psychologically damaging than the rape itself because in the rape they were an innocent victim, but in the abortion they participated in violence against both themselves and another innocent victim… their child.

This brings us to the final point re: abortion for reasons of rape. The child conceived through rape isn’t just ‘the rapist’s child,’ he or she is the victim’s child. Killing one’s own child, regardless of how that child was conceived, does NOT help any woman. We need to offer women life affirming options when they are faced with horrifying circumstances. After suffering through a rape, women can take back control by offering life to their unborn children.”

POETS ARE GOD

OMG!!!  A fast growing poet that goes by the name "Soul Therapist" says "poets are God"

Just yesterday evening, a young Nigeria poet was interviewed by Gingart blog about how he sees poetry and poets.. He  said "POETS ARE GOD" Believe me when i say am a Demi-God, i create with my own words and i caused things into existence with my words, what other characteristics of a God do i need?

Am yet to know how true this statement is and what prompted him to make such a statement.

Let's hear from the readers and lovers of poetry... Drop your views about this statement

I'm Thankful

Through my life journeys I have met so many people, some pulled me up and others tried to drag me down (note;TRIED). You know maybe I let them for a while, I gave them permission. Permission to step on me, permission to mock me, permission to treat me like trash and permission to make me feel inferior. But then I woke up, I told myself enough is enough, I didn’t want to be their shoe rug anymore so I fought back, it wasn’t easy at first but then I suddenly realized that I have people who cared about me, I realized I was surrounded with people who still believed in me when I was broken, I realized people were looking up to me to be a bigger person so I let go, I picked up from where I left off and I have found joy in who I am today. So I am thankful to all those who believed and are still believing in me. Thank you for being there when I needed friends the most.

Poem read by Emi Mahmoud award winning Sudanese spoken word artist on ed...

Poem read by Emi Mahmoud award winning Sudanese spoken word artist on ed...

FootPrints

Memories of the years gone by… and flashes from the last night’s dream..
Passion for an unfulfilled fantasy..to absolute belief in something that i have never seen !

Every accomplishment … each defeat ;
The lines i crossed … the races i didn’t even compete

The desires from a perfect affair…or lessons from a broken heart;
That familiar smell of someone long after we have part

Those lyrics of a popular old song … or a well kept secret known only to a few ,
An unexpected compliment from a stranger…or the anticipated silence of those i knew

The yes i said…the no i didn’t even mean;
Feeling smiles touch the heart… seeing the tears that didn’t flow and hearing that silent scream

The hellos i missed … the goodbyes i regret,
the places i visited … the books i read…

A collection of dates…time…names…places…the people i met…and with each that hidden anticipation of what else may lie ahead

All these shall forever remain a stamp on my heart and a footprint on my soul

Busy??!!

This became your favourite word unexpectedly.
You were too occupied all of a sudden
N you made me feel like a burden..
I tried to hide it but my eyes were flooded..
Wonderful memories became troubled thoughts…
Now I practically had to beg for the things I deserved..
Your attitude towards me made me unnerved

.

Will You?

Will you love me?

When I don’t call frequently?

 Will you love me?

When my presence is not too necessary?

Will you love me?

When I get too busy with my ambition?

Will you love me?

When I’m out of the nation?

Will you love me?

In the face of danger?

Will you love me?

In your furious anger?

Will you love me?

Now and forever?

Will you love me?

Or will you be like the others?