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King Ochayi James Poem
Still on my mind
All those days of holding
Hands
Kissing, promising while playing
In the sand
Best of friends
Right from tender age of seven
So we promised to be, even
In heaven
As a child never forgets
The position of mommy’s breast
My heart holds on to you
Until the days of his grace
Eternity past, eternity present
Together with the love of my parents
No one can change this
You are my God sent
Love has never been
So strong, pieces through the heart
Stronger than laser beam
Our kind has never seen
You promised me future
From the past
Now I can see the reality
Of love in your eyes
Even if everything is scarce
You and I
Our limit is the
Sky
Mama told me a story
Of my child
Your name stayed in my mouth
Day and night
With all that came and
Is gone
Through the pain and sorrows
That follows
Your home
Still
Is my heart
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BEYOND
God's love is beyond measure
And beyond comprehension
Beyond pleasure
And beyond my intention
Beyond nature
And beyond all question
Beyond human thought
Beyond all imagination
Is beyond service
And beyond self dedication
Is beyond culture
And beyond my tradition
Beyond school
And beyond my qualification
Beyond wisdom
And beyond all my inspiration
Beyond position
And beyond my perfection
God's love
Is beyond Kingdoms
And beyond Generations
Is beyond my righteousness
And beyond my compassion
Is beyond what I do
And beyond what I've done
Is beyond sky, stars
And beyond what the eyes can see
Is beyond speech
And beyond what the ear can hear
Beyond touch
And beyond what the flesh can feel
Beyond the ocean
And beyond the deep blue sea
Beyond music
And beyond the rhythm it
Is beyond roses
And beyond all the beautiful things
Is beyond my money
And beyond my ability
Beyond me
And beyond the depth of my heart
God's love for me is beyond
Heaven, earth and beneath earth
Is beyond love of my parent
God's love for me is beyond ALL
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“JAMES MY LOVE”
I see through his heart
Like an X-ray
Respond to him at all time
Without delay
For him I bow my head
To pray
Dancing all around with
His name tied to my waist
Seated before young and old
In the market square
On my forehead “James”
I display
Through the hard time and season
Still I will wait for him, at the gate
With no fear, nor reason
No care, James I love, no shame
My handsome, my King
And my best
Only for you I will wear
This dress
Priceless, harmless
Spotless, stainless
Gold and silver are worthless
Except my love for James
Not a charm
Nor jass
Not just a feeling
His person, caught my heart
His my mirror
Each time I make up
My sunshine and my success
For tomorrow
Loving you is my tradition
And culture
Forever my breath
And forever the blood in me
You are my life line
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All-encompassing
All by himself
Never defeated
No human can define him
A force beyond scientific
Understanding
Beyond every powers, and law of
Nature
Is unexplainable by Doctors
Teachers and Professors
Is beyond education, qualification
And beyond comprehension
More powerful than kingdoms
A being no brain can phantom
Deeper than every story line
Higher than every feelings inside
Stronger than every knight
No poem can contain Him
No musical lyrics can explain Him
No mind can conceive Him
Yet beautiful manifestation to those
Who believe Him
Bears His name alone
SUPERNATURAL
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It wasn’t time, when she left
Been at the side of pain
From beginning to the end
Endless tears from my eyes flow
I kept squinting as it keeps biting
Tears soaking the pillow
She was the best
Father, mother, friend
Passed every test!
On the wall behind the
Building
I sit watching; watering your planting
Time after time
Watching them grow
Listening to their song as the wind blow
Stems responding to nature’s call
All grown, strong and tall
None withers, nor fall
Your picture staring at me
Wanting to talk
Loneliness downs on me
As the sun on the mountain top
The light on the street remind
Me of you
And the days we talk; the songs
I sang for you
Every night, you ride
My dream
Like the Eagle’s wing
Is carried by the wind
The pain grows and doesn’t stop
Like the first little finger of a clock
Tick, tock, tick; the sound
Awaiting the arrival of the cock-roo
I miss you and
The tiny seed in your womb
I lost my sight on you
The Angel in my heart left a wound
Don’t know who to love
Who’s story to trust
Since she’s gone
My happiness is mocked
Far from the death
Far from the living
My soul is distressed
On my neck hangs the garment of mourning
In case you see her
Tell her
I still love her
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The girl child
I am standing here on her behalf
Her story might be your story or my story or our story
THE GIRL CHILD
It was an endless journey I thought
The same man who talked to me about the loving kindness, tender mercy of God and JESUS the savior of the whole world
The same will molest and abuse me tomorrow
Completely, I dashed out my hope
Because even when I cried all day all night he couldn’t just stop
This went on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Then he left me with a question
Who is God?
(Silent)
Many times I asked in my quiet place
If God exist
If God has eyes to see
Nose to smell
Ear to hear
Mouth to speak
Hand to touch
Womb to feel
Heart to care
And strength to fight
To fight my battle
Feel my pain
Hear my cry
See my tears
Heal my wounds
Take my fear
Be in my shoe
And speak for my right
The right of a
GIRL CHILD
Sorrow, rooted deep in my bone
As old as an ancient kingdom unknown
Older than me
Smile stolen
Tears gushing every night as I await his arrival
Joy replaced with sadness
I kept wondering if there’s any place called heaven
Seething with anger and bitterness inside
Pretence became the only friend in sight
Because that was the only way I could survive
The pain and sorrow, the trauma that struck my heart
Life was so unjust, not fair and was never on my side
Too many secrets I conceived buried them deep inside
How can I get them to believe that my story is true and not a lie
How can I tell them?
That my father abuses me every night
Seeing that they will kill me with the next available knife
Shhhhhhhhh, I kept quite right after the act
This went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
At first, I hated it
But gradually it became part of me
As he made me believe I was created for this
Satisfying his flesh and greed was the only thing I inherited from him
Don’t be quick to blame or judge me
My mum left when I was two
At four I became victim
I lost my emotions
Living in denial
Trained to hate, to take revenge
Pain for pain
As forever my pride as a woman cannot be regained
From the day of my little age
I appeared to be fine
Yet in my inside falling and tearing apart
Being exposed to the crude world, living with the wound I called scar for life
Even when I was saved by that faithful friend of my mum
I couldn’t lay off the experience I had twenty four years ago
Because I was held captive with the fear of “all men are the same”
Then I built a wall around me as a reminder of where I came from
Believing time will heal my wounds, amend my broken heart, put my broken pieces together and move on
But this thought kept me for so long
Pain
Pain has proved to be faithful for all these years making me feel like he was the one who really cared
He taught me that I could never be healed
Taught me how to cry
How to depend on him as my source of emotions
How to live with knife close to my heart
As a mark of his love for me
This, in the real sense was an irony
Pain was the only friend I knew
Until I met Him who assured me that, long before now he had nailed my pain, shame and grief to the cross
And now the night is over cos there’s an unspeakable joy that comes in the morning
It took Jesus to let the pain die
After all these years
“All men are the same” was my key word
But my mindset changed when I met JESUS in His WORD
This made me strong and bold
This is her story
What is your own story, your pain, your anger and the bitterness that’s driving you insane
There’s balm in gilead for me
For you
And for all the broken hearted
Jesus is our balm in gilead
Time doesn’t heal but JESUS does.
#IamKing
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