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All inhibition taken away Like an excited can of soda Belleza eagerly opens her heart Showing you the fear, insecurities, The real person behind the adamantitanium exterior Belleza senses her vulnerability Belleza ignores her vulnerability Choosing to love you Your vision becomes hers Belleza chases her dreams But keeps your dreams as priority. Her heart yoked to you with the keys thrown into space Forever lost in the darkness and void. She will never remain the same. Belleza might be going out on a limb 'For you it's worth it', her thought. How do I respond Love isn't the butterflies There are butterflies tho Belleza's presence brings Disney to life. Sometimes it seems like Shoel My master says to love Her the way He loved the church The way Hosea loved the hoe Seeing all her flaws and inadequacies He exemplified Christ's interaction with the Church Belleza will anger me but I won't stop loving her. I wil...

There comes a time when it seems all hope is lost. That all you could see is the gloom and not the bloom. That all you could hear is the sadness and not the sweet voices of happiness. That there seems to be no future to feature any further. Sometimes you are in the mountain, you feel you are too high because of the loneliness of being successful. Sometimes you are in the valley, all you feel is to take a sigh from been overburdened with giving cares. It feels like being in a tunnel It feels like being a passage without a channel It feels like been engaged in a shell And it feels like hell At times you see the light a distance With so much fighting resistance That it seems there will not be any change to your circumstance. I am here to tell you that the sunlight is just behind the cloud. I write to inform you that your good news will come loudly. Your darkness will give way to light Your stars will become bright Your problem that seems so big will become slight. T...

Faith in my darkest hour Hmm…my experience through the darkest path of my life streams between taking decisions within thin routes that may never be understood by anyone only if I explain. I believe that’s why someone has to hear this and understand the deepest part in my journey of faith in dark times. I will start by saying that the opportunities I have gained through this journey, where strength had evolved and mistakes were made, was just by a tool called GROWTH. I remember back then when I was in school (university) and I was on a zero point CGPA. I was down, I felt neglected and ashamed of myself amongst others. For the first time I knew what it meant to be depressed, or to feel like being far away from people. On a serious note, all of a sudden the smiles, the opportunities and stage landmarks (as at then lol) I would get were fading off; there was virtually no one to speak to. Any normal parent who has invested so much, will definitely feel bad and highly disappointed. I mean,...

Life is in stages, Every stage is a learning and growing process , Going through the process is not an easy task. The process is not kind , But the result is monumental. We prefer dreams to reality Life isn't easy, The shame, struggle and pain are always there, fears and worries, That plague us everyday. Process births Growth. You grow when you get tested, Your mistakes sharpen and form  you to become wise, humble and focus. The pain changes you. Whenever you going through life's valley stand tall, Stay through it, Don't loose faith, The process will be rough and tough, Be grateful for the process. When the process gets tougher, When the learning gets harder , trust the trainer in charge of the process, The teacher will always be silent during the test but when the student is ready the teacher appears. The process will not kill you but make you stronger. The journey is not to the swift but to the one who grace has been given too. Look beyond the...

My eyes were shut tight, My eyelids, intimate, Close and closed; From the entrance of the rays, I had seen the worst of days There’s no point making hay The sun no longer shone These were dark times. Different hues of colours I could still see, Sometimes black, other times red, I saw a mix of black and red once, It was sharp, intense and furious I was almost forced to open my eyes But I didn’t I tightened my fists As though my eyes were in my hands. No one told me That closed eyes opened up to more reflexes, The ability to hear one’s mind louder than ever, My senses were heightened, I could feel the hope that would strengthen, I heard tongues and voices of men, Who unlike me, had opened their eyes, Opened their minds and felt it all. They spoke of a city I couldn’t imagine They spoke of a time I hadn’t lived in, They spoke of an era of greatness and wisdom Their words resonated with my new powers As truth, as light, as sound and as air, My eyes marked...