In the hiding.

Hearing the sermon this morning hit me on many levels, it’s often the small or little things in life that changes everything, things that happen at the age of 11 haunts you even when you’re 31, so true when I heard these words, I went back being 11 again at that moment.

I wish I hadn’t stepped into the store myself and I wish I hadn’t had that encounter with the foe, I was standing at the checkout counter with my cart, it was only I and this guy, he asked me to get closer to him, the innocence in me didn’t think much of it, and as you can imagine, it’s exactly what happened, he started fondling me, I was confused and couldn’t understand why he was doing it, when I had left, my whole world had shifted, things only got worse from that day, the sexual, physical abuse throughout the teen years has been the norm in my life.

The part that still hurts to this day is I believed all of those people who threw coals at me, every word, “you are just not good enough”, “you are not fit for this”. All I ever wanted was someone to put their arm around me and say to me, you are beautiful and I love you, I thirsted for it and I knew the only way to get attention was to get out of my state of innocence and let it go. The shame that comes along with it is probably the hardest to let go of. I never realized that I was actually strong, not a word was spoken or shared at home, I made it look like I was doing just fine and my folks would get along with their lives, living as middle class immigrants comes with its hardships and I knew that quite well because of which I refrained from opening up, afraid of being judged at the same time.

I knew God, I went to church with my parents, but I didn’t really think He would want to do anything with me, you see even when you are left out by your peers at church, the only thing that comes to your mind, is there’s definitely something off about you. I tried playing soccer, basketball ball, I wanted to be that guy, who had it all, the stud, the grades, looks and the charm. Each game I would get into, my teammates would ask me kindly to leave, I would and walk away with my head held up high, showing someone else I was hurt was not gonna happen, never, no, there was always a hiding place for me to sulk and take in the shame all over again.

It’s been 20 years since that day, that one encounter that could have possibly changed my world, I’m 31 and I know the lord, no I mean I KNOW Him, Twas grace and the love of Christ that took me from place to place. There’s still a hole in my heart, I’m not going to lie, waking up on certain days is challenging, depression and anxiety have tagged along but there’s a difference, a huge one, my best friend walks with me, I may have not found my princess, but I have a KING!

I don’t know what your story is, but there’s someone above who calls you precious, He thinks you’re awesome and one of a kind, if you have been abused or used or mishandled and you just don’t understand why, please, hear me out, let go and let God, I’m with you on this, it’s easy for many people to say this, but I know how you feel, actually do, been there, it’s the little that God loves about you, He’s forever with you.

It’s not over,

Yesterday while I took a stroll, reality hit me, I looked around to see people jogging, smiling. Passers by saw me and smiled, I felt loved. At the same moment I carried a weight no one understands, the heaviness only God knows what it’s like.

There was a sick man in my mind, there was injustice battling inside my soul, I looked up to see the clear blue sky and asked Him, why God, why so much hate, why the difference, why the suffering?

I heard the words you will have trials and tribulations in this world but take heart for I have overcome the world. Thanks for the reminder, Jesus. I said.

Evil so evident, it’s not easy to pretend it doesn’t exist, as I write this there’s a grieving mother, a wife, a daughter. I take a closer look around me, I understand the appearances vary but we are designed the same.

As hate is on the rise, I hope love will be too, cuz only love can destroy hate, I find my strength in Christ because it’s in Him I find haven. So today, it may look like hate has won but that isn’t the future.

There is a time coming, when love will conquer and until then standing firm in faith and spreading the love, same love that nailed Him should be an anthem.

I’m not a celebrity, neither anyone famous but this is so much I can do for you, happy 26th birthday Ahmaud, I hope you’re resting well.

The mindset leaving us baffled

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I have always been fascinated watching documentaries, the serious ones, any sort of crime is despicable at all levels but it exists and we live in a world of cruelty. We all know many of the infamous serial killers from the ’70s, ’80s and the ’90s. One such criminal that became conspicuous in my eyes was Jeffery Lionel Dahmer, also known as the Milwaukee cannibal or monster and he was for sure. He was born to Lionel and Joyce Dahmer who was like many other people trying to live a good life or rather the American dream. His mom oftentimes was under a lot of anxiety disorders but his dad was someone who had a sense of direction, however, in my opinion, I believe he was focussed on his career path.

Dahmer, in many of his later interviews, did mention he didn’t have as many problems during his time growing up but his father actually spoke of Jeffrey’s demeanor changing as a child, he would shy away from people and would seclude himself. Jeffrey was really good at this one task he picked up from his father, dissecting. It all began when he saw his father removing animal bones from beneath their family home. He had a wild fascination develop when he heard sounds the bones would make, his father said it “thrilled” him. I don’t know if that raises a red flag right there at all but people are weird, we all are and have many kinds of ludicrous curiosity, well at least some do.

Jeffrey would find and bring home carcasses found nearby, dissect them to see the insides and later dissolve the bones in acid, he had access to acid since his dad was a chemist. You can certainly find Jeffrey Dahmer’s history on Wikipedia or anywhere online, there are numerous documentaries of him. I think I keep getting back to this particular story because he was once a child, a happy kid who had parents, a brother and was also charming and intelligent, had the opportunities to get an education and make a change in the world but his dangerous desires of wanting to see the insides of a living being mixed with his homosexual fantasies only took him to the path of destruction. Dahmer knew he was gay when he hit puberty so often he would be ashamed of it and never talk about it. He never talked about any of it, no one asked him.

I was deeply moved to hear the stories of many of the innocent victims who died in an undignified manner at the hands of the Milwaukee Cannibal and I guess the reason Jeffrey’s heinous crimes baffles me the most is because his victims were all men and boys. They were all young and people who perhaps like any of us had dreams and aspirations, regardless it is never justified to take someone’s life away. Jeffrey could have been caught before killing some more men, if the Milwaukee police made an extra effort, when you go through his documentary you will notice one of his victims a 14-year-old Laotian was drilled some kind of acid into his brain and he was knocked unconscious, during this time Dahmer stepped out of his apartment to get some beers, this boy gained his senses back and ran out butt naked to get some help and a group of ladies who saw him called the police immediately. Jeffrey returned to see the cops with the boy and he convinced them that he was his 19-year-old boyfriend and that they were having some kind of a couples dispute that night. The cops escorted the boy back to Dahmer’s apartment and left him to die with Jeffrey.

You see, I haven’t given you the intricate details of the crimes he did, it’s outright disgusting and I don’t need to because it’s all out there on the internet but I’m astounded at how manipulative and merciless Jeffrey had become, how did this once innocent beautiful child turn into a monster is something that still lingers in my mind. He was declared sane during the court proceedings although he was diagnosed with border line personality disorder, he still knew what was right and wrong.

Jeffrey in his own words said, he deserved death and that he was sick and evil. While many of the victims’ families don’t buy this. We’d never know if he was truly sorry but to some extent, I think he might have been and only because when he was bludgeoned to death in prison by another inmate, sources say Jeffrey never fought back and there were no signs of resistance, it’s like he was waiting for death. I do know he took baptism and wanted to turn away from his past and seek comfort in Christ and again there’s lots of speculation around the sincerity but that would certainly be something between him and God.

I don’t hate Jeffrey, I hate his crimes, hate that he decided to choose that kind of life. As I mentioned before his story stands out because his victims were men and boys and being a male it does perturb me, most of the worst crimes happen to women but men also become victims and stories of Theodore Robert Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, of course, leaves me in a state of dismay. Dahmer though probably has one of the saddest lives I have “witnessed”.

Friends within the mind

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Sometime in October 2001, I walked past the shelves at the school library, a copy of Harry Potter lying between a pile of books, I took the copy out to be skeptical.

Read it, you may like it. Said him.

That night, I switched on the table lamp and read on. It was my “first” read. Somethings started to unfold before my eyes, they say reading makes a man. I don’t know about that but I continued to explore that side of the world.

You’d think it’s a waste of the hour. It made more sense to me, I could start seeing things I never could, like friendships, love and hope. I’d be the third hardy boy investigating with the guys or be an addition to the famous five, Enid Blyton sure did cheer me up. Y’all judging me, the famous five, really?

You see, I only started to read em because I had not known how to process information or have a creative thought yet. Then came those American sitcoms and movies of the 90’s. I befriended the fictional because they were the genuine lives that walked into my life. I can’t tell you the sheer joy swamped me.

I let myself grow out of it though only because I had no choice, if I could I would stay but I had to move on, learn from my mistakes if you call it that. The only concern was befriending the “unseen” overwhelmed my expectations. There were many I could see who stayed in the vicinity and deadly sincerity was my attitude which only made things worse.

Sometimes, what inspired and shed a light on your outstanding imaginative life are truly the best friends you can ever ask for. Competing and ensuring you are always on the top was never the norm, I hadn’t learned what it was to envy Charles Dickens or Oliver Twist but I was given the choices of self pity when I let non fictional characters touch my life.

I cried when I learned of the truth, the bitter part and I have been finding my safe haven back in the imaginary but it’s momentary because I’m hit with reality later on. I wish things could just stay the way it was. It actually doesn’t anymore and thinking of it hurts every part within. Thing is, that pretentious life did teach, chasten and produce an ample amount of joy.

Never for once stopped believing in miracles, fallen for sure but you know when they say you are stronger than you think, they actually mean it. Sometimes, it’s okay to let yourself be vulnerable but it’s important to be it among right audience. There’s a species called people waiting to devour and label you from your past or flaws but right ones are God gifted, they will find you because after all the perfection in the  imaginative world were written by them. Yea, there’s definitely hope and it’s right in you.

One step at a time however, you don’t want to get everything too soon because you ain’t ready for it, takes time to untangle your beautiful mind to blend in with the essence of a brutal world out there and you know the irony is, it was in the reading I remembered to love, thank, forgive and dream on. You don’t get penalized for dreaming hence that’s what you do, you dream it and you’d be surprised to know you are not the only one.

You’re the Gift wrapped with Love

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When you’re a grown up and lived over a decade by yourself the feeling of being invincible hits you and you start to grow comfortable with your own self. Regardless of being dependent on the Lord or not. Often times you prefer to be behind the wheels and have control over the direction and let Him have the back seat.

Pride swoops in and overwhelms you but at the same time you ponder over all the decisions you have ever made in your life, was it worth it all? New home, people, culture. You’re not sure of a definitive answer, nevertheless there is this one defining moment in life that will occur to you and may take a while to show up.

The hardest part is to wait. Our culture, society have always shown you being on the top is essential, you see couples engaged, falling in love and having their offspring and many having a flashy style of life on your Facebook page and you wonder how is that you are in this place of denial and defeat.

The newness in people walking into your life temporarily because they are not here to stay. Unfortunately, it is bitter but making something out of this will always have a place in your heart. You can’t get enough of advises for sure, new or old, there are tons of humans out there who can offer them to you free of charge but little do they know what you carry every single day.

People, they say, you think too much. Agreed, but do they know what you’re thinking, they will never be able to fathom it because they aren’t rooted like you or even torn between the reality of Scripture and the worldly. No matter what the predicament is, you are not alone in this place. Someone really cares and you should know it’s Jesus who does. He does but it’s not about your ways. Every time you try and try but the results are pretty much the same. Your identity sometimes is so obsolete, it’s almost as if you are living a lie and there is so much happiness, joy and love around you, however you chose to take in the harshness and condemnation.

There is nothing wrong with you. What is wrong with you is looking for the flaws and perfecting it with all your strength. Can you not let it flow?, why should flawlessness be a destructive force in your life. Darn, if only I could tell you. How desirable and beautiful you are everyday.

The moment you let go and have the Lord take control is when you see the defining moment unwrapping itself and you see the beauty of your life. Easier said than done. Yes, true that. It’s a work in progress though but you will eventually get there. You will. You have to.

 

 

Someday, I’ll show up.

7F639DE9-EF44-4965-B1B4-6CB230C1C7CA.jpegUnsure of how I got here. I face myself every morning, my reflection have no words to confess but they mean a lot. They say I’m  stronger than I think but yet I fall again. They say God is closer to those who love Him and yet I see Him no more.

I see patterns gone wrong. If I could I would change them all. I just need to go back I guess. Somethings, I for sure can’t change because it was meant to be. There are things that need to be understood and I’m in a blank space. Am I living the mistakes I had created. I’d never know. They say God forgives then why do I feel guilt. 

Sorry, mother for not bringing home what you wanted to see. You asked only for joy and I could give you none. Sorry for the tears you shed clenching the bible asking God to heal me. 

Sorry, father. I couldn’t get those medals for you to boast about with your friends and to finally say I’m a proud father. Sorry I had to place you in a room full of predicament.  

To the friends, I shunned because I wanted to find paths to fulfill the selfish desires that lead me to shame and sorry for running back to you asking you to take me along your unselfish journey and you gladly did out of your compassion.

How can I forget, the women who wanted more than friendship, I’m sorry to break your trust. I had to say goodbye only because it wasn’t meant to be. If powers were given to me, I’d choose healing so I could mend your heart and make you whole again.

To myself, sorry I couldn’t get you out there and let the world know you are who you are. Braver and a child of God. It wasn’t my intention, I just fell again. Someday, I’ll reappear and reassure I have gained more than I could ask for because of God’s good grace. Until then I will work and give what’s gifted to me.

My heart doesn’t seem to go on

 

I do feel the warmth and longing for you but there is nothing I can do to be with you cuz it is wrong

my soul asks for the wrong all the time because I know that is the only thing gratifying me but you are gonna end up hurting me.

Every night I go to bed wishing I never felt this way, with a hope I fall asleep and at dawn, I awaken only to feel the same.

Maybe I just a need a night but then again I’m afraid to let you go and it is wrong. why, what have I done to feel this way, if only I could get past this.

I see you looking at me, wanting me, every part of me, however, I’m sorry I can’t do this and need to let you go. You gotta understand what happens inside of me, there is a war that is unstoppable

I wish I could say I love you to pieces but I can’t cuz it is wrong. Hurt and the bitterness is beyond me. I can only say you’re safe within me, right here in my heart but only for now cuz as I move forward it is no longer you.

Would a kiss do any good, would your breath raising the hairs on my neck do any good. It indeed would but I can’t cuz it is wrong. Imma leave you alone cuz my heart doesn’t seem to go on.

This time, I want to be with you.

You wrote a love song before you formed me

My name was carved in the palms of your hands, celebration was in order when I was birthed.

Every step and breath that I took were the moments you waited to watch, you look at me today just as how you looked the day I was born.

I wondered if you’d find me worth even when I fell into the depths of vulnerability, with all the guilt and the shame taking the light. Dawn to dusk, I only breathed and lived because I had to do so.

Bewildered if you cared, I know how could I permit a question such as this. Deciding to let go and trust your reckless love was a painful priority. I trusted anyway.

In my distress, you watched and comforted

In my sorrow, you watched and dried my tears

In my loneliness, you watched and befriended me

In my nakedness, you watched and clothed me

I stand in an empty space of compassion for eternity, knowing that I don’t have anything to gain a scandalous love all because I chose to trust you. Ludicrous, how can it be, such love.

Well, I’ll never know. Would I

It’s okay, come my way and do your thing, stopping you is not what I’m going to do because it’s one thing I want, to be overwhelmed every day, caress me all you want because it’s the one thing I’ll never cease wanting. A prayer I said everyday was, Jesus, be with me. I’m going to change that today, I want to be with you. Every breath that I breathe I want it to be for you. I’m crazy about you.

Stop!

While many of us have a career, something to look forward to when we get home from work, there are many out there who flee their homes dreaming and hoping to have a better life, right now as I draft this post, there is a slave trade going on in Libya and it is important to be aware of this issue. I don’t need likes or comments but hoping this would spread an awareness of this painful derogatory practice!

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The gift that was.

Sipping my latte at Starbucks that has colored the vicinity with decors of Christmas and looking outside at the beautiful snowfall whilst I’m all warmed up indoor makes me wonder how long do I wait to hear you call my name, to listen to that sweet whisper that gave birth to hope and the will to make and be the change.

Seasons changed, the path I once ventured on shifted, everything that once seemed to be normal turned out to be out of the ordinary, it is only those hands that once caressed me, I long for the most, what happened to us.

I know I led astray, to the things that made sense, in plight of seeking what’s best, you faded away, I don’t remember how it felt anymore, but I know what to do now, someone once said if you were given the choice between choosing what is right and being kind, choose to be kind. That I haven’t forgotten only because you showed me how it is done.

They also say when you love someone so much you become more of the person they want you to be, I couldn’t be, so you decided to endure because you loved me and I was perfect for you.

I didn’t handle it very well though, to you me being perfect wasn’t perfection for me but hideous and presumptuous, hence I have decided to do this my way and I know how it is done, it’s either my way or no way.

Here I’m now, still wondering like a simpleton what was it that I had done wrong. I know you miss me but I’m guessing I miss you more. Every year I’m asked what I want for Christmas, I ask for happiness to the kindred, to the confidants. Well I’d still ask that this and every year but I emphasize on needing you more now. I’ll wait, and that’s going to be my best present ever. Until then I promise to be kind and to do the things that need to be done with whatever strength I have left in me but I will only complete this book of love if we were together in this.

I hope I wouldn’t have to wait for long, come my way.

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