REST IN POWER, KING T’CHALLA

The beauty of Wakanda

Is slain upon his prime

How are the mighty

Fallen in the midst of the pandemic

And the weapon of vibranium perished

I am distressed for you, Chadwick

Your inspiration for us was transcendent

Surpassing the motivation of superheroes

The cold hand of death

Has rested upon the King

Who brought hope to the oppressed

And restored self-confidence to the bullied

Oh death! Where is your sting

Oh cancer! Where is your power

You wrestled with the one

Who brought pride to melanin

Now he’s gone like

An athlete dying young

Resting like other heroes

Who sought to bring dignity to humanity

But even more glorious

He is resting in the bosom of his creator

Haven fulfilled the purpose

For his existence

I am happy for you, Chadwick

For your soul finally escapes

The misery and bad business

That take place on this earth

You will no longer wake

To hear that beloved brother / cousin

Has been wasted

By those meant to protect them.

Its with tears in our eyes

Great sorrows in our hearts

And empty big shoe to fill

That we celebrate your life- well spent

And triumphant exit from the burden of this world

To the beautiful mansion of the Father

Till we meet again,

Rest in power

King T’Challa🙅‍♂️

Dr. Boseman Chadwick

We Are Humans Too

We live in an overly sensitive world

In a very delicate moment in the history

Of and among fragile humanity

This calls for almost extreme thoughtfulness

In words

In deeds

In creativity

In expressions

And in endless lists

However,

We should all also realize that

We are all fallible people,

Made from the dust

We trample under feet daily,

And be willing to forgive

The wrong

When an offence is observed

Not necessarily for the offender

But for ourselves

For our souls

For our mental wellbeing

And for our future

We are still humans.

The Moment. This Moment

The moment you’ve been waiting for all year

Theme of celebration

Hopeful anticipation

They say “the expectations of the Righteous shall not be cut off”

So I’m putting in my best

Celebrating with the rest

Feeling like am blest

And for the records, I passed the test.

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Days turn into weeks

Weeks being pregnant delivered months

First time it was an error

But second time hit like a stabbed wound

I am not sure whether to feel disappointed

Or to be grateful after-all, all things work together

In any case, I know God is good

Whether or not the good I expected come through.

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The pain I feel

This wound hurt

Too deep to share

Don’t ask me what it is

Cause you may be opening up

The wound that should be healing

I guess you just let the sleeping dog rest.

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Either there are questions I shouldn’t be able to ask

Or there are questions I am afraid to ask

In any case, there are questions yet to be answered

But I know that the King has all answers

And he hides nothing precious from his beloved friends

So I will trust the King

And I will keep moving

The battle continues!

Wake Up

We are trying to imitate

These models playing some roles

Taking them for role models

And modelling our lives after scripted actions

Instead of looking into the Scriptures

Where our lives were perfectly scripted

By the creator

Now we are living like the acting world

Instead of acting on the living Word

Going to TV models are our directory

And ignoring the Holy Spirit, our director

Let’s awake from our slumbering

The Lord is at hand.