Dear Father

I know this is coming a little late 
But if you think of the joy of being a father
Imagine the feeling of being loved unconditionally
By someone who knows your every imperfections
Your craziness, your insecurities and inabilities
And still choose to love you
Someone who has every reason to abandon,
To destroy or at least to reject you
But instead treasure you above all
Imagine the sense of wholeness and certainty 
Growing up and living daily
In both the seasons of harvest and uncertainties
Having the full assurance that your father
Is with you and will always be there for you
To protect
To provide for
To teach and guide
And to listen to you
Now, having experienced or at least imagined
The unfeigned love of God - the Good Shepherd
How he is concerned with every details of your life
And he is not waiting for you to win a prize
To be proud of you
How he has forgiven you
Even when you were deep in sin and iniquities
And sent his only begotten son - Jesus Christ
As a sacrifice to cleanse you from all unrighteousness
And to draw you back to the place of honour and glory
Giving you full authority and inheritance
Among the saints
Now go and pour the same kind of love 
You have experienced, read or imagined from God
Upon your little child
Be there for him or her always
Cherish and train him/her in the way he/she should go
Be there to guide, protect, provide for and listen to
Your biggest little treasure(s)
And remember that
Fatherhood is a special kind of gift and privilege from God
So let it draw you closer to Jesus
Make you cherish the wife of your youth
And encourage you to take pride in building your home.
Big Congratulations!
And welcome to Fatherhood!
Yours Beloved,

Chrislove
12:52 AM
02 11 2021

Only Certain Humans

"Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life; our lives shall never be the same again" 
Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life 
Our lives shall never be the same again
For one - it's an issue of where
For one - it's an issue of being
For one -it's an issue of checking up on a friend
For some - it's wrong timing
"The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred to a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God"
But for all - it's an issue of being and who
The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred
To a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God
Give it a name
Racism
A systemic display of ignorance and foolishness
"Being human used to bring joy to other humans but here only certain humans are really humans"
For many, their youths were taken away 
Many trees never live to see their fruits
Many fruits never get to see the trees they came from
Being human used to bring joy to other humans
But here only certain humans are really humans
What a tragedy!

Give Me A Drink

If I run
Can I run from myself?
If I escape
Can I escape from the memories?
If I am lost
Can I get lost in you?
If I loose it all
Can I be found in you?

The farther I run
To escape from past memories
The closer I get
To the lost me
Why am I being hurt
By the dead me
If I was already dead?
Maybe my idea of being reborn
Is informed by the dead

In any case, I need a new life
A renewed hope
I dont mean a new episode
Of the past shows
I need the whole new Script
One with all the acts written on the heart
How can I drink the new wine?
Should I even drink the wine?
Not the wine for stomach sake
But the drink that I thirst no more
Please give me a drink

THIS IS SMOKE

When I look at the abuse of skills 
The misuse of the gift of arts
And the image behind the acts
My eyes become an overflowing body of water
The many souls that are lost
The many hearts that are broken
The many families that are separated
And the many communities disjointed by the acts and arts
We downgrade the image
And abuse the gifts
Just to earn the numbers
And some pieces of papers or golden images
Trading the beauty of God for shame
Yet there are supposedly more well-mannered children than the prodigals
But the well-mannered children are silent
Burying their talents in the earth
Storing their talents to be used in their graves
While the prodigals are investing their talents
And yielding increasingly corrupt fruits

THIS IS SMOKE.

ORGANIC CHEMISTRY

We prefer organic chemistry 

Because as carbon copies of his image

We appreciate the chemical reactions

Between freewills in a neutral environment

But organic chemistry seems to be a pretty difficult course these days

Especially with the level of scrutiny

And pontifical supervisors.


Every step or activity is closely monitored

With tinted glasses and supposedly perfect lenses

Like you're a covid patient

About to attend a social gathering

And if we don't understand your condition

It is best we quarantine you to save the flock

Even your father's house feels like a prison house

"We want you to be free to move around

But be careful how you move your legs"


Sometimes it feels like the best way to enjoy your father's heritage

Is to demand your share prematurely

And move out of the house

But do you want to be the prodigal son reincarnate?

Now, back to organic chemistry

By now you should have developed strong compounds like your mates

But we are going to make the conditions tougher for you

By minimizing chemical interactions

Because we want the very best for you

Afterall, what does an Art Bachelor knows about Organic Chemistry?
Afterall, what does an Art Bachelor knows about Organic Chemistry?

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

My mamma is a lecturer

Yet you say I have no teacher

Because you think I’m still in Junior High

Your belief is risible but I’m honoured

I don’t have the luxury for fatuous arguments

Dad says I’m the paragon of his beauty

Though you have visited the pentagon

You still don’t know how to draw a polygon

When I speak of my identity, you call it temerity

I know you’re trying to cage the lion

Maybe you didn’t check the tribe