At thy feet we sit
Filthy untouchable rags
Scared hands feeding
These hungry hearts
With the body and blood
At thy feet we come
Unworthy unclean
Your body dropped
your blood cleansing
Dirty depths
At thy feet we lay
Beneath the body broken
And spilled blood to
Dine of your bread and wine
At thy feet we come
Broken but whole
Pride buried
Humility risen
Love conquered
Victory gained
I pray.
May our depths never be bitter!
May our senses be clear and overcome!
May our positive thoughts flow into action!
And may ours words warm a soul.
Amen!
The home offers protection
The home offers love
The home offers development
The home offers peace
Its paid guardsmen offer protection
and friendship to the members
then peace blows everywhere
and development soars high
its rays touching every corner
Alas !
Fantasy!
In this home of Airegin
The guardsmen are predators
They are forceful kleptomaniac
Squeezed faceless faces
Shameless hands tapping and
gluing the pockets of defenseless
members
Whose poor relations are lifelessly
below the earth for not responding
to the shameless kleptomaniac
hands
They come in different fashions:
green, black; green, green;
whatever attire they prove same.
Oh in the midst of thorns few roses
are found almost too small to sight
Yet they exist
Too small to turn the upside down
home to upside up home?
My joy overflowed
It glided higher to be seen
Temper it not!
Why should I?
When gifted with
more than deserved
When His faithfulness
Overflowed for me
When like rain after drought
His loved poured down on me
Why won’t I praise?
Why won’t joy cascade?
Store up in anticipation
Paint the body not with earth
Lay up wealth above
Know the signs
Store up in anticipation
Paint the body not with earth
Lay up wealth above
Know the signs
See the signals
Understand the signs
No longer long
Forewarned signals flashing
Drums rolling
Move, hold steady
Get packing
O sheep of the LAMB
Wait for HIS descending and
Your ascension to eternal life
Idiomvutam, a pounded food, is a traditional meal mostly known by the southern part of Nigeria, especially, riverain states such as Bayelsa and Rivers.It is also known as Onunu ( the letter ‘o’ calls its name) by the Ijaws, Okrika and Kalabaris. ‘Idiom vutam’ is what it is called by the Degemas.
It is something I really like but can’t eat much because just a little is very filling and moderation is very important.
Ingredients:
This meal is made up of yam and ripe plantains, red palm oil and salt. It is usually eaten with pepper soup, stew, odu (a light fish soup) etc. I even enjoy it on its own.
Preparation:
The yam (may be a tuber or half) is sliced, peeled and washed then put in a pot to boil.
The ripe plantains (5 to 8) are also washed cut into two or three parts and put into the yams to boil till cooked.
When that is done, get a mortar and a pestle . Put some oil and salt into the mortar; also some pieces of the boiled yam and plantains (remove the peels before pounding) and pound them together till they are mixed properly. Remove the first batch and put another if there’s another, if not , your Idiomvutam is ready! 
It was eaten (chewed not swallowed) with eggs and tomatoes sauce. 
If you haven’t tried it before please do and let me know what you think.
Mushroom had never been something to like as food… well, until an in-law brought it.
After it had been washed severally, I was instructed.
‘Don’t add water to the mushroom. It has water already. Put some salt and pepper‘
When next I went to check the pot on the stove , I was surprised. There was water up to half of the small pot that was used. The stove was turned off.
I tasted the mushrooms and found them tolerable.
Another day, mushroom stew came to mind and this was how I made it the second time. Although, I think I liked the first more .
Ingredients:
Fresh tomatoes
Canned tomatoes
Ginger and garlic
Bouillon cubes (2)
Salt
Pepper
Oil ( red palm oil)
Onions
African nutmeg
Thyme
Preparation:
The fresh tomatoes were washed and blended together with the onions, garlic, ginger and African nutmeg.
After which the stove was lit and a pot was placed on it. The oil went in and just a few seconds went by then the tomatoes. It simmered for a few minutes during which salt , pepper, bouillon cubes and thyme went into the pot. Then the already boiled mushrooms with its liquid was poured in and allowed to boil. The stew was checked for a satisfactory taste. Then the fire was turned off.
It was eaten with boiled rice and later with boiled yam.
My joy overflowed
It flew higher to be seen.
Tamper it down!
Why should I?
When I had been given
So much than deserved.
When HIS faithfulness
Overflowed for me
When like rain after drought
HIS love poured down on me
Why won’t I praise?
Why won’t my joy overflow?
A response to mercy
Mercy like a fountain
This evening brings a preparation for future food
This evening the hoe goes up and down into the soil
This evening shovel goes up and down lifting the soil
Arms show muscle as it propels implements
There’s the heaving as strength and effort are released and the soil turns, awaiting the arrival of the future food
The sprouted heads of the yams got into the holes making it a home till harvest time
When all is covered in soil, a prayer is sent for bountiful harvest
For HE will give rain for the seed which is sown in the ground, and bread from the yield of the ground, and it will be rich and plenteous and thanks will be given.
Feelings unfelt
there but not there
Here but not here
tasteless emotion.
What do you call it?
Will a name change it ?
Never mind.
Love above
Love centered
Love below
Love around
Feed emotion to health.
Then an act of kindness ,
forgiveness, acceptance,
tolerance, and love.
Emotions lifted
A tasteful feeling
Heart soars when
Love lifted life!
