Shut Up!


That’s what I say to the noise around me

Distracting, telling lies and causing discord with mere assumptions.

Shut up is what I say, to doubt and fear crawling stealthily to steal confidence and birth shame

Voices all around, words carrying a spirit with them, such commotion!

My head stuck in the middle, my heart seeking to discern…

So I make it easy with just two words; “Shut up!”


If I heed to your constant perturbing, you will confuse me

If I am guided by your assumptions and “what ifs”, I’ll fall

If I meditate on your words for just a second, I’m never gonna try…

So shut up ye voices that mislead and words that belittle

Fear that shrinks, and doubts that hinder,

I am not your audience, and will never be.


The One living in me speaks, and I listen

He is my Shepherd, and only He will lead me

His words are peace and safety

Bringing wisdom, understanding, and clarity

I have His life, His love, His faith… I lack nothing

His voice is stronger, louder, and clearer

I live for an audience of One.




Paula Young

March 26th, 2017





Ihunanya Uri

Those beautiful eyes that watch me close

Day and night, not blinking cos’ You chose

It’s amazing that You watch me sleep

You don’t shut your eyes- like a Shepherd watches his sheep

I could describe every part of You

But hear me mention a few


Not resembling the macho guy girls drool over,

You are the shield and refuge that gives cover

I’m enthralled by Your strength

Your strong arm stretched towards life’s great length

Protecting, preserving, providing

Your people, Your begotten, Your very own defending


How do I know it’s Your voice on my heart beating?

Awakening desire, my ears meet with greeting

Unfolding mysteries, great things unseen

You tell me as I draw near to glean

Sweet echo as in the cool of the day

Your voice, Your sound, every word you say


Unlike changing seasons, friends who come and go

You are there, unchanging, remaining, Your word says so

You know me, No, You’ve known me before earth and space

You made me Yours through faith and grace

I love how You love me Abba

I await the day You’ll say “come to Papa!”

The Colleague


Having colleagues is a beautiful thing.

I remember leaving school and fresh in the world, I didn’t quite understand a lot of things or how the world functioned. Getting a job and working with a bunch of people I hadn’t met before, I better understood the phrase; “welcome to the real world.”

Suffice it to say that I learn a new lesson every day. I see myself in a new way and I grow.

Today, I upset a colleague. I made a statement that wasn’t intended to spite, it was rather risible or so I thought. A cold war ensued and then I knew I had done something wrong. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time I was stepping on toes, and believe me, I was innocently stepping on toes. It is true we are all petty, sadly, one is petty where the other is not.


The cold war was going to lead to a catastrophic civil war, until I sent out an invitation for a peace talk. It didn’t go as I expected, but gladly the other party withdrew ammunition.

It pained me that I was getting into relational issues with my colleagues, but then I learnt. No one is like me, will ever behave the way I do, or see things entirely the way I do. Forget that cliché sentence intro that goes thus: “if I were you, I would’ve…” Instead, being me, I became patient with other people’s weaknesses, for I figured that their struggles were my victories, and their victories, my struggles.


Being me, I became quick to forgive and move on. I was helping myself this way to stay healthy on the inside, and still see people with the eyes of love and respect I did when I first met them.

Being me, I have learnt to separate colleagues from friends- these are TWO different set of people, and should NEVER be mixed up. Never get it twisted.

Being me, I have seen that people like to be respected and may often times put their age before relating with me, so I respect the high and lowly, young and old equally. This has by far made me a better public relator, and improved my character.

Being me, I’m just going to keep growing and help others make their struggle a victory story.



When I was younger, my sisters and I would do “gender specifics” with days and numbers. For instance, we would say number one was a man, two was a woman, even more specifically, three was a fat female, four was a little boy, five a mean woman and so on. Monday was definitely a man, Tuesday a woman, Wednesday a quiet woman etc. I don’t know if anyone else played this game, but it was so much fun for us back then.

Today, I count two years being married, and I will tell you what I have learnt.

Without knowing it, I had come into marriage for myself. I didn’t realize how badly driven I was at getting my own stuff, until I wasn’t getting it. I knew I’d have a happy marriage, I knew I was gonna have fun and yes so much fun while having fun. However, I was expecting someone to hand these things to me. I wasn’t gonna create that world for myself. This was my first selfie taken
Again, I used to think I was so lovely and tender and gentle and patient, and the list of worthiness goes on. Sadly, I have found myself throw tantrums when I didn’t have my way, yell so hard I let my crown fall off my head, cry like a baby when my needs weren’t met, punish the wrong doer for his grave offense. Hmmm, my second selfie- not so pretty is she?


God saw Adam’s loneliness and went creating. Creating His masterpiece, His solution to man’s pathetic condition. God made woman- man’s way out of loneliness, man’s help meet for destiny, man’s world of adventure and multiplication. He made woman for man and not woman for herself. However, only in the great institution of marriage can this reality be fulfilled.


Adam saw Eve and spoke by revelation, “you are to me, what I’d never be to myself.”
God could have been that help-meet to Adam, after all He made man for Himself. But God knew woman would do a better job at it. God has put something in the woman useful for her assignment, something so great that only He knows. He put Himself in woman. He has given her His kind of strength.

She was taken from man’s side
To be his help and not to chide
A gentle voice through the tide
A hand to hold and to guide

A woman must realize her place and assignment in marriage. She fails when she doesn’t understand how to use her power.

So here’s what I did; I posed with my best side, and took me another selfie. I used my gifts to serve better. I became easy to talk to, and endured hardness like a good soldier. I became patient in waiting, and joyful in little. I gave love rather than wait to receive, I planted in famine and reaped daily a bounty. I cared and didn’t complain, I gave without holding back, and received my reward from the Lord.

I was excited that my better side was making waves. I was happy because I was making another happy.


I am that wife whose husband’s heart safely trusts in her. That wife who gives him peace and does him no harm.
I’m a wife who is committed to her assignment to her husband, helping him fulfill God’s purpose.
He loving me, I honoring him, this is God in charge.

Dear Vashti

You were so lovely to look upon
The king will show you off for fun
Come with your royal crown he said
But you replied NO instead

Perhaps you got tired of the show off?
Had you known the king would be put off?
What plan followed your refusal?
Did you know it would bring your disposal?

Vainglorious Xerxes! Furious for your pride
Wine made you depise your bride
Too quick to issue out decrees
With an edict, the whole kingdom agrees

Dear Vashti,
Had you known another would take your place,
You'd have sought counsel before your disgrace
Unlike you, Esther learned her position
Possessing not only beauty, but disposition

She understood her King's manner,
With words of wisdom she spoke like a fanner
With Grace she approached his presence
His favor gave her license

With carefulness she sought the king's pleasure
With joy, he granted her petition without measure
Dear Vashti, your action shouldn't have been a reactance
But counsel sought before your admittance

Learn from Esther, with gentle wisdom she queens her king
With wealth and glory, her praise he'd forever sing

The song that played on II

Oh my days! There goes Omo’s alarm again! And it’s only 6 o’clock in the morning! Why does she need an alarm when it never wakes her up?! Christy is saying to herself as she rises from the bed to snooze her sister’s alarm clock.
She returns to her bed, adjusting the pillow at the same time hoping to continue with that wonderful dream… even though that’d never be.

She continues to grumble, when she feels something slightly hard under her pillow. She reaches for it… it’s an envelope with a card in it.
Christy’s eyes lit up! What could this be?
She turns on the lamp… it’s for me! She calls with excitement! Oh, it’s a note from Jeff! How did it get here? Had he given Omo? How? She tears it open and sank back in bed so she could slowly savor every detail while perusing words from the one man who had slowly but surely won her heart.
Her smile broadened as Jeff pledges to love and honor her forever… Every line was deeper than the one before it.
I’m not giving up on you baby, there’s no other woman for me. I need you in my life… Jeff’s words were beginning to make Christy cry… “I love you Jeff…” she was saying under hushed tones.

“… time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more…”    Christy was playing her favorite love song as they drove to town. “It’s my way of replying the pleasant surprise you dropped under my pillow the other day.” Christy said.

Jeff blushed, it looked like a peck on that cheek would just melt him! “I love you.” Christy was saying, her head slowly resting on his shoulder as he drove.
“I love you baby. I love you so much my queen”. Jeff said and put his arm around her navigating swiftly with his left hand on the steering wheel… “you make me an expert “one hand” driver”… he added with a meek smile on his face.
Right here, right now, with you, this is right. We are where we need to be. “In each other’s arms?” Christy asked. “Yes baby, in each other’s arms.” Their eyes meet for a few seconds…
I’ll love you for a thousand more… The song plays on.

THE BUILDERS… A RedLetter series

His words like precious treasures spoken
His laws, strict orders unbroken
Speaking as one with authority
The truth in its veracity

Words to the hearer
Tools for the builder
What he builds is who he is
Stand or fall the choice is his

One, to the word he yields
A house on the rock he builds
The other, his home no longer a shield
His hopes the storms and flood have killed

Wise is he who hears my words and acts on it
When life lights its fire, he’ll stand the heat
He is like the man who builds his house on a rock
Troubles, storms, against this house struck
But sleep was his friend as chaos did knock

Foolish is he who hears my word and disregards
He takes heed to the tempest, his heart and mind retards
Yes he builds, but alas, on sand
Came storms against his house like a band
And his fall? Complete and grand

In that day, some would cry out my name
Telling of all they did to bring me fame
I’d say to them; “you I never knew. Away from me you workers of iniquity”
For only those who hear my words and do them will be with me in eternity.

Nov. 20th 2015