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*MY SILENT THOUGHTS🤢.*         Written             By        Idiege, Noel J.   Amidst the vicissitudes of life - my thoughts. Sitting and wondering why I should only talk about my looks, I pondered. I recalled what Casey Treat the Pioneer Pastor of the Christian Faith Center- Seattle Washington, has to say. For Casey: " *just do it, go after it, be violent and have a take-it-by-force spirit!"* For some time, I thought within me, that human powers do have limits, of course. So being violent and taking everything by force when it is obviously beyond your powers is like a waste of effort, especially when the opportunity to exercise such power is not there. But in union with the power of the infinite being, it becomes possible. So I thought I should not only look but move...taking one step at a time. The decision however had earlier ushered me into places I would never have willed to be, not just for now. But the knowledge that all "a responsibility demands is

    PAINS ARE MEANT TO BE FELT I wonder who tells us not to grieve over our pains. Pains hit us so hard that we either scream or endure them silently. Whether we scream or not, it doesn't make the pains any less painful. There still hurt us in the magnitude at which there should hurt us. The thing about pains are that there are not gender selective, even though every gender has its pain. Pains don't go because we didn't cry, rather it hurts us more, because we should  have cried. Those tears are the consolations to our pains. There are the "we" running for salvation. Funny enough, it is only the strongest of beings that cry. A lot of people would chose to say that crying is an action meant for the weak, but that is not true. Cry when you can. Tears may ease your pain, but you need to get a painkiller. Only a painkiller can actually take out your pain. If a painkiller does not take out your pain, rather it ameliorates the pain, then it is not the right painki

        BY       IDIEGE  NOEL So I remember how I journeyed alone from the West to the South a far away land from my residence to my motherland where I sit. So I look. Looking so depressed as it is the first time of leaving home to a place where I have to be alone I moan. I moan not because I do not want to further more but because I will miss my family the more So I look. Looking like a Johnny Just Come I had to find friends who can make up as brothers and sisters so that they can cover the gap of my siblings and become once again, part of my little family I looked. So small looking among giants I wondered within me if I could stand gallant and make my aim paramount So carefully I looked. I looked at my tutors and thought if I could tutor Nevertheless, it started not too long as I tutored my juniors. Not too long looking, I found a family I could call my own. A periodical one though but life took another pen and taught me what I never knew

THE  COLOUR OF TIME                  By   ONIGAH, AUGUSTINE ODIDO I am sitting on the street between my soul and my heart, and the mind of my being is smiling at the spirit of my essence and kissing the colour of time. The blue sky looked as though it was at war with the sea and my spirit wandered upon that moment officiating in fairness the battle between these ancient friends . Their friendship had gone sour. The sky now feels that the sea owes her, and the sea feels likewise. Their romance now brings forth their blues. The sky has vowed not to bring down water from its house, and the sea has vowed not to send water to the sky as well. Their battle is not detrimental to any of them. The sky won't fall if the sea doesn't send water to it. The sea won't dry up if the sky refuses to send down rain, but my soul is in disarray. My spirit is begging for these two lovers to come back to the friendship that there had. My spirit is reclusive, lost with all forms of imaginat