It was Valentine when we first fell in love. When we finally came to understand that love is not a feeling, but a choice. A decision to look beyond our different views and unique characteristics, Beyond your pet peeves and my nit-pickiness And choose to love. To look beyond our past heartaches and youthful mistakes, Beyond you kissing that girl and me sending those pics And choose forgiveness. I chose you, and you chose me So we choose to keep what God brought together Man and woman who grow with each other Husband and wife who stick in good and bad weather For richer and for poorer Till death do us part. And it all started with Our First Look, Our First Hug, Our First Kiss, Our First Fight, Our First Love.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! It was an interesting experience writing this poetry series and exploring the stages of a relationship. I suggest that you love each other before marrying though😂. Thanks for your support! Love,
With a climax better than the ending of You, I will do whatever it takes so that Affectionate Father, Beloved Jesus, Sweet Holy Spirit; My life may always be for You.
I was lost. Petrified of being alone Yet wandering away from others Swimming, dancing, drowning in a pool of my own bottomless invisible tears No, you couldn’t see How could you? I refuse makeup But here I was masking my dilemma to showcase the smile you know. I let you see what I wanted you to see I wished the sea of agony would be gone before you could see That the pretty picture wasn’t even half of the bigger frame It was just a point, a dot, a comma, a world wide web full of false smiles and empty jokes Not every laughing emoji I send means I’m laughing I said not every laughing emoji means I’m laughing So for a week, the only thing my sponge and soap could tell you after I came out of the shower is that I sang of pain.
I am tired. I’m sick and tired of the struggle to understand The forces that walk as couples causing my mind to revolve about axes of despair I can’t begin to question the tests and trials The tales of disappointment that follow me Where are goodness and mercy? Where is the freedom that I seek? Where is the algorithm that could explain why my heart aches? Maybe it would tell me that the inputted radius of confusion multiplied by the height of my pride and the pies I eat will definitely give me the perimeter of my problems. I’m afraid I won’t make it to the end That every decision was a mistake That the future looks the opposite of exciting And I can’t wait to exit this mockery of my life. I still don’t know what’s wrong And because of it, I sing of fear.
I’ll be fine. That’s what we all say when we have no surety of the future But see, I’ll be fine When the thoughts come back? When the insecurities threaten to lock you up again? When the doubts and dread twist amazing mazes in your cerebral cortex? Yes, I’ll be fine Even if you fail? Even if you lose your way? Even if nothing works out? Of course I’ll be fine What about– I said I’ll be fine! Not because I’m sure of the future Not because I’m “destined” for greatness But because I trust that my God, The one who created me Who made me in the strange and peculiar way that He did Who looked at me and called His creation “good”, Will always look out for me. That, is why I will sing of hope.
Yay! She returns, hehe. I went through a tough time last week and this piece is the product of it. Check out the video on my YouTube channel (I Sing of Hope). Enjoy!
My hands… They quiver Becoming a container for rattling arrows Itching sharply to bring out what’s inside. Ouch! A paper cut. That cut-out cut out a drop of my blood Which splattered onto the sheet, inky-red. I used it to write my heart, my soul, my spirit, my emotions With words that left the dictionary speechless. The blood-red sayings that were ready to be read Were made redundant by my reluctance to leave my whole being on display But not any longer. I’m glad to share because you see, My life is not mine, but for the glory of God To testify of the grace that saved me Of the fire that refined me Silvershined into shiny silver Not a sliver left of my old self I am new I am free I’m redeemed from the sins that held me back Cleaned of the stains that rippled across my skin I was marked, scarred, scorned, scared I was disfigured beyond repair And I figured no one would want me. Who would want to walk a girl down the aisle When her train is not made of silky white lace But tracks of crimson red sin that follow her around No goodness and mercy to be found. Just when I lost all hope, I looked across my sins and found the cross God opened the floodgates of mercy Washed me and made me whole. I’ve told you an old story with new words I’ve opened your eyes to the back-end of this customer’s journey These were not just poems These were not just rhymes with rhythms This, is my testimony No cap.
It’s not been easy, but we’ve made it to day 7!🥳 Watch the video for today’s piece here. I can’t wait for tomorrow, can you?
I’m beautifully and wonderfully made I haven’t always believed that though. There are pictures and videos of girls and women Sumptuously curved and rhythmically aligned Smooth faces and unstretched skin No marks so they were never called jon Unmatted hair that fell easily past their shoulders And I wanted a shoulder to cry on because I didn’t look like them. I’ve been laughed at For wearing twice the size of 6 And having fat that probably shouldn’t be there And not having fat that should. I watched and stared Getting more infatuated with the female body What do they have that I don’t? Why don’t I have what they do? You see I started fantasizing going through the curves and edges of my sex So I could understand what attracted the other sex Because no one was looking at me. Was I beautiful too? Even filters couldn’t help me look the way others did. No amount of face smoothening and colour changing and eye widening and lip plumping and layers upon layers of makeup… Could make me feel beautiful. I had few pictures because I would scrutinise each nook and cranny And delete the ones in which I looked like a granny I wasn’t obsessed with my looks But I believed everyone else was. So if I didn’t look nice, why bother trying? Then He came in His word told me that He formed me in my mother’s womb That He carefully framed and sculpted and moulded every inch of my being That I was fearfully and wonderfully made. “Fearfully, so does that mean guys were supposed to be afraid of me?” No, it means guys were supposed to be afraid of losing me A dark chocolate African girl with super kinky hair, a bi-coloured, pimple-covered face, extended tummy, too high hips and almost non-existent derrière? Me? Yes The one who makes people laugh and comforts them when they cry The one who makes friends easily and heals broken relationships The one who loves romance and teaches others about the book of Romans Her crooked legs and pudgy nose may not be beautiful according to your standards But to God, she’s all that He hoped for.
Some topics aren’t easy to talk about, but they need to be said. This is for all the girls who have felt like me, one way or the other. You’re beautiful just the way you are.
“Keep your thoughts on things above, not on things of the earth”
Information. Desire. Action. My mind was hungry Craving any and everything that would keep it busy Chomping on food that would give it energy And so I fed it. I fed it with stories and games Images that turned my imagination into a kingdom of perverse thoughts I would never make into actions Or so I thought. My mind was a landmine of dangerous activities and lustful plays A place where I could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted without getting caught Where I could let my flesh take charge without consequence Because who could read my mind? Woe betides me if anyone saw into the dark place which was my thoughts No one would recognise the sweet girl on the outside who turned into a demon within Until he came along. He made me feel safe He made me believe that the girl on the inside could finally come out That the jokes and puns could hit a home run in reality The one I was hiding would be safe in his presence But like Anne Frank, I was betrayed by a friend Released to the captivity of sin Choked by the concentrated gases of deceit. The one who God called hanged up on him And decided to hang in the cell of phoney love Thirsting for more after declining the living water Straining for the satisfaction only the daily bread of Heaven could provide All this after losing the battle in my mind. I allowed myself to chew the cud of my iniquity resulting in my desire for the drops of destruction leading to the second, third, fourth fall. I blame myself For bringing that information to the door of my mind Allowing it in after it rang the bell The bell hanging on the neck of the bull that rampaged through my china shop of a mind Fragile, defenseless, weakened by societal pressures I flattened myself to be used as a doormat For him to wipe his feet on when he so pleased. I’ve learnt my lesson To keep my thoughts where I know they would be safe, high above the ground To control what my mind feeds on because what goes in will surely come out one way or another. So after all the games I’ve played on the inside of my head, I’ll give room for my Saviour to emerge victorious.
I must confess… Not a confession that can be forgiven with a couple of Hail Marys and Our Fathers Not a confession that can be published in a newspaper Unless you want to start a scandal. I must confess… Not so that you can pity me and look at me with sad eyes Not so that you can advise or rebuke me I’ve heard it all already. I must confess… That I’ve made many a mistake in my almost 18 years of life That I’ve done things I regret and wish I had used wisdom then Maybe that would have stopped me. I must confess… I allowed the desires of my flesh to overpower the will of my spirit I allowed my lust for love to turn into a love for lust It’s not as easy as it seems. I must confess… Giving away what I was tasked to keep hidden seemed like a good idea Giving away the gems of this Sapphire was less of a blessing this time And I can’t take it back. I must confess… My joy diminished, my soul wept, and I couldn’t believe what I had done My enjoyment was merely a ruse to entrap me in sin So I was on the verge of giving up. I must confess… I regret the bad things I’ve done I regret the wrong choices I’ve made But I can’t go back to change them. I must confess… I’m grateful to God for giving me more chances than I can count I’m grateful to God for turning my messes into messages for others Such that not I alone, but others will also learn from my mistakes. I must confess… The Holy Spirit is the one who can help overcome the temptations surrounding us The Holy Spirit is our confidante, our support system, our source of hope So don’t give up, keep trusting, keep believing, and if you fall, just confess…
It’s the second day of the Testimony poetry series and I’m glad to share Confessions of a Sapphire with you. Enjoy the YouTube video here. Much love!
Hello Daddy, Don’t be angry but it’s your stubborn daughter again. The one who keeps running away then coming back Pushed by the weight of her disobedience and pulled by the power of your love. How you’ve kept me for soon-to-be 18 years really amazes me You’ve led me through this maze called life Calling this cat when she strays This was no Sesame Street. When I want to worship you, My spirit yearns to belt out the truth No helmet is hard enough to protect you from the shock. Your word says that a young person can stay pure by living according to it, That I must die to my flesh, choosing you over all else. Yet I came again Again and again, my body produced fluids and enzymes that overrode the common sense you give My mind lost the battle because I didn’t even give you the chance to fight on my behalf And for that, I’m sorry. But that’s the thing No matter how much I apologise, you still choose to welcome me home The prodigal daughter returns and there’s a feast A celebration of joy at the finding of the lost sheep I will sit at your heavenly banquet Dining on your daily bread of joy Drinking from the cup that overflows with your benevolence Goodness and mercy are the salt and pepper of my life Seasoning me throughout the changing seasons I’m grateful to blessed I’m blessed to be great. Today, and for the rest of my life, I’ll give a testimony of what you’ve done for me. Thank you Amen.
Hiii! It’s been a long while but I’m definitely glad to be back with a new poetry series called Testimony which will be from 1st to 8th September. This is the first piece and you can watch my spoken word video of it on my YouTube channel, Gems from a Sapphire. I hope you’re blessed by it!
You may call me Gabriel, or Gabe, or Riel, but I know myself to be the flaming sword of the Lord of Hosts. My kind came down to announce to mankind some wonderful news. That which though sweet, caused many contentious thoughts. A virgin looking at herself and examining within whether what she heard was true. Her husband-to-be carefully examining what he had also been told. It didn’t really make sense but he gave in and she did too. She gave up her body, soul and mind that she would be used to fulfil prophecy. Out of her came the man who all men look up to. Perfection an understatement!
And today it’s my turn to continue the good work. We carry good news but our overwhelming being makes us begin our conversation with flesh and blood with this statement; ”Do not be afraid…” Today, I’ll be reporting from the tomb of Christ as some significant events unfold:
The stone had been rolled: I’d done that, undoubtedly. As the women approached the tomb they had a major problem . They wondered who would roll the stone covering the entrance for them. As they worried they knew not that God had made a way. It’s true that situations come your way and the road may seem blocked but continue your journey. He that makes a way is ahead of you.
Christ had risen: Christ rose not in haste but calmly and patiently fulfilling all prophecy. He knew He had all power on earth and in the Heavens yet He succumbed to the lowlife. A brave personality. He threw away pride to save humanity. He rose again to lay your foundation as Christians. Even when all hope appears to be lost, look to Christ that ye may gain hope. And even when things die, take it to Him who can revive anyone or anything.
It’s a privilege to hold good news. I’m overjoyed to witness all these. That even in their sin Christ died for them. The heavens rejoiced, the earth wasn’t left out. He’s risen…Christ is risen indeed. For ye that believes, power in heaven and on earth will be yours. As Christ lives, hope lives!
The last piece of the Easter Egg series was proudly brought to you by my “twinnie”, I.Am.on.it! We hope you enjoyed every single Easter Egg and learnt something new. Stay blessed and much love!!
Venite, Venite, Adoramus! Come along with me and let us adore, A path well known shall we explore. It’s a tale as old as time, Told with a little bit of rhyme. A couple millennia ago, A sorrow-filled story to behold. It all started on a starless night, On a mountain of olives, sweet and light. Three prayers were prayed, hot and heavy, And sweat drops of blood flowed fast and steady. Until interrupted by the sight of torches and a supposed friend, Who betrayed with a kiss that brought the peace to an end. So now a young man, daring and without sin, Stood before a jury biased from the begin. Spat on, mocked, mistreated and abused, He stood defiantly against a people who were starting to get confused. While his best friend denied him three times over, The cock’s crow became his escaping lover. The day has turned into a new one but yet, A story still unfolds, and the future is not set. Stay tuned for more and catch us tomorrow, All you have to do is simple, just follow.
Gems from a Sapphire 