Head to my knees

Each day I passed by the river, I stopped to look at my reflection
My face was pale like all the blood in my body settled there.
I couldn’t say for sure if I was pretty and no one ever told me…
People passed by me and never even looked twice,
“You don’t exist.” The voice in my head would say.
I had no friends, family members barely came by…

I wondered what the sun looked like
I would give anything to see the stars
My eyes had fellowship with the ground
I longed to be part of life and living
I wanted friends, I wanted love, I wanted… Oh it doesn’t matter.

Today, I look into the river, and there’s a smile on my face
I feel a bubbling in my lower belly,
I liked the feeling. It spelled good.

I step into the place where they all gathered
I sense someone’s eyes are stayed on me… You know how you know when someone’s watching even though you can’t see them?
I thought I heard him call out to me
Then again, it must be one of my silly fantasies

Wait a minute, he did call out to me!
He called me by my name even my Father’s name! Who is this man? How does he know me?
I have come in and out of this place for 18years and no one, no one ever called out to me nor called me by name…

I don’t look up, and then he touched me.
He touched me and i knew right then that everything’s changed!
It felt like I had been loosed from a really tight bond… I felt free, can’t explain it really.

Instantly I straighten up, my shoulders tall… He looked into my eyes and he smiled… his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen!

My tears poured, never ending,
My hope,no longer pending
My joy overflowing
This miracle, mind blowing
I am so thankful
That of me Jesus is mindful

As I walk back home, I see everyone staring and praising,
Some walk up to give me a hug.
Two women even cry along with me,
This is really happening!

I run to the river, my only friend for all these 18 years… I look in, taken aback by my own reflection… she’s beautiful, the woman I see. I weep and I ask her; “Can you see the sun now?”

“On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years.
She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.”
Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.” Luke 13:10-13.

Paula Ezeka
August 15, 2015




My master was going on a long trip
he put me in charge before he left
He said to me; “give my children food at the proper time.”
Yes master. I said
When will you be back sir? I asked.
It is not for you to know… only do as I have instructed. And he left.
My master had many children!
How did he think me worthy to handle his household?
Days turned to months and months to many many years and my master had not returned!
Each time we communicated, he would ask; “how are my children?”
I remember some nights I would stay up waiting for his sons to be back home,
And days I would cater to any of them who was ill… I would not sleep until they recovered.
I always reminded them that their Father will soon be home.
I would read out his letters… how they loved to hear their Father’s words to them!
Many times I had thought to discontinue
I didn’t think I could go on
Then I’ll remember my master’s instruction and how I had said “YES”
I’d say to myself ; ‘If my master put me in charge, then he believes in me.’
One day, I set off to travel to the far east
I wanted to spend time with a few friends I hadn’t seen in years…
I will be back in a few days… I reckoned.
I put the house in order and just as I turned to leave, there was my master standing at the door!
Master! I fell to my knees
You didn’t tell me you’d be back today!
Racing back and forth, I immediately called out to his children, gathered them together… “your father is back!” I cried out.
They ran to meet him, hugging, screaming and crying!
My master turned to me and said; “faithful and wise servant… you have kept my house, I put you in charge of all I own.”
I fell at his feet weeping….
May the Lord find you doing and ready when he returns… AMEN.


My elder brother had an amazing dress sense! We lost him many years ago… dead, but still alive, living daily in our hearts.
He wrote a lot too! Some unforgettable memories still come to mind… one day, sitting on the porch together, he read to me from some of his masterpieces… I have all his writings on my shelf, I treasure them greatly… “The Beacon” is my best yet, i carry it every where i go.

Though recluse, he always seemed to be readily available when we needed him. My parents treated him with such veneration, mum never failed to remind us to copy him. I especially, was his favorite or so I thought, Timothy felt like the favorite one too… He had a pet name for all of us!
He always had the right words to say when we came with all our baggage, he soon became our family lawyer! His lips were laced with Grace… I miss him! I miss him terribly!

His dress sense was exceptional! He was the first man I saw who always dressed with a shawl around his neck and a hat to match. His belt was always same color with his shoes… I wondered how and when he had the time… my siblings and I bugged him without end to open a fashion house and bring value to his creativity. Apparently, being a writer mattered most to him… so he wrote. He wrote everyday!

Two weeks ago, I was reading “the Beacon” for the umpteenth time and then gbam! Light bulb! I knew what I must do. In the sixth chapter, he spoke of dressing up as being analogous to getting ready for warfare. He elucidated further on the distinguishing of an individual from a uniformed officer and how that victory is won by considering every apparel detail…
So I knew i would start a fashion blog as a tribute to him and a constant reminder for the family. I would call it “ASOEBI” originally meaning, “family cloth”. It will provide tips on the appropriate outfit to wear for any/every occasion and as a bonus, would also provide the most current accessories!

One time he told me, “your dressing identifies you as a member of this family.”

So, here’s to my brother, mentor, teacher and friend still living on…

Credits; These are the words of my brother Paul the Apostle written esoterically for the Church-the body of Christ, God’s own family. I hope you find just what you seek… you are family!

1. Romans 13:12; “The night is nearly over, the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.”

2. 1Thessalonians 5:8; “But since we belong to the day, let us be self controlled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate and the hope of salvation.”

3.Ephesians 6:11; “Put on the whole armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.”

4. Ephesians 4:24; “And to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.”

5. Rom 13:14; “Rather clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature.”

6. Galatians 3:27; “All of us who are baptized into Christ, have clothed ourselves with Christ.”

7. Colossians 3:10; “And have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its creator.”

8. Colossians 3: 12; “Therefore as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.”

For more of Apostle Paul’s writings, please read your Bible. It’ll change your life forever! Love, Grace and Peace.

The Girl and her Lover

Some days it seems I’m there 
yet, other days it seems I’m not.
in those days i feel like I’m not there, that’s when I know even more that You are there. How do I know this? I hear your voice… its calm and sweet, strong and reassuring
You remind me of many things, most importantly, of who I am in You. that’s the moment You stay… You say I’m going no where, I can’t leave You. Oh yes! I know You’re there with me… I find comfort in the richness of your voice against my ear as I find rest and safety in your arms

oh Father! how good it feels to be wrapped in Your arms, it’s almost like resting against a super soft pillow or lying on silk and being covered with a feathery comforter… I wish I had the right words! I’m so enthralled by You!

Father, I’m so in love with You, it brings tears to my eyes each time I reveal my heart beat. what am I without You? Is life worth living without You? absolutely not! You are hope, You are life, You are love… it’s true I can never get round it, or climb it, or dive into it or run farther to it… it’s surpassing… it’s intoxicating! I love You Father! my eyes gush torrents and my nose run, my voice changes in pitch, my fingers freeze, sometimes itch, my heart is strong, knowing this is true.
I awake with the dawn, You are first on my mind… Your name is quick on my lips… Jehovah, Abba’m, I call you… with the clouds shifting, Your Mighty hands open up the curtains. to see the face of the one who calls… it is I Father, it is me who calls… oh but You know that already, just like You know everything else… I just always love to see the routine… it never gets old. 

And then I’m with You and we talk and I cry plenty, speechless by You… I’m a child again! we laugh some, i play, dance and jump… You bring out the best in me! This is love! Your unlimited patience, Your humility, Your goodness, Your sacrifice, Your love! it doesn’t hurt You to keep doing the same thing over and over again… watching over all, faithful to Your word and to every one who calls upon your name… You cover them with light and so the “failure” of darkness cannot withstand them! they have triumphed in You! 
There is no spirit, creature, image that compares to You… oh and the way You sit on Your throne! You are magnificent, eternally wonderful! You are king!

I saw the way Solomon built that temple for You with all his heart and might… everything laced in gold and other precious things… he knew You wouldnt dwell in it, because the heavens cannot even contain You. But he built it so everyone who prays looking towards the temple will be heard by you…and then You quickly reminded me that “in Christ, I’m being built to become a temple where God can live by His Spirit” and so I praised You in mysteries and also in tears! Everyday, Jesus is continually, committedly working on me, Your house, He’s making me beautiful and precious so You can reside comfortably in all Your power and glory… what love is this?

Father, someone said to me last night, there’s a calm about you, that impresses on everyone who comes around you. It’s You Lord, it’s Your home, You make Your home beautiful… I am honored to have You dwell in me, I am eternally grateful… words are not enough, even my tears won’t give a bucketful! Oh but look into my heart and know for a truth… Im so in love with YOU!

May your love through me be continually expressed… may all men see and glory in my Father in heaven. I commit to You Lord, I am forever Yours. It is You and not me.
You consume my thoughts, my words and actions will continually be of You and Your leading.
I surrender completely and totally to You Father God!
I love You… Pee.

The Believer’s Responsibility

All flashy is the world in its vanity
Groveling day after day in grave humanity
Without Jesus, delving deeper into obscenity

So dark is the world, dense as the night
Yet amidst the thickset is a light

In every believer shining
Why then the world still pining?

His Life is the light of men
Shining in the dark, and darkness no more urbane

To every Believer who has this Life
With the world do not strife
See as they blindly grope
Arise, for you are their only hope

O shine Believer,
That the world may see and glory in Jesus forever
Hide not your light in compromise
That’s an awful demise

In your heart is the Word
That from your lips it be heard
You have received the promise of the Father
From thence go further

O shine Believer
Shine and don’t waver
Make others believe
So they too might live

Lay your hand on the sick
Teach the truth to the meek
Love the undeserving
Many lives worth preserving

O shine Believer
All of creation to deliver
Shine without shame
For Christ is your fame

To this end,
That at the Master’s return
His Joy and Praise you’ll earn
You are His pride
In His words; “I’ll come again for my Bride.


We were both 10 years old, Chioma and me and we were best friends… inseparable too!
We were in Jss 1, Trinity College, Kaduna. I tell this story everywhere and everytime. It’s time I wrote it too. It was a Home Economics home work; we were to make images out of cardboard papers, we were given a due date, and warned of fiery strokes if we didn’t oblige.

That dreadful day came- dreadful for me cause I hadn’t submitted mineI was scared… However, I hardened my butt for some whipping! Ms. Home Econs. was calling out names of those who hadn’t submitted…I waited for my name to be called, it was never called! A miracle you think? No, true friendship or shall I say; “true love” showed its lovely face!

Chioma’s name was called… wait a minute ma’am! that girl has her home work right there on the table! What was going on? Chioma, why are you out here? Isn’t that your home work on the teacher’s table? I asked her. Don’t worry Pauline, it’s yours now. I couldn’t understand it… I went over to the teacher’s table and there it was… Chioma had put my name on her homework!
I watched as my Chioma’s backside was getting scourged by Ms. Home Econs… I watched as her countenance was distorted by each stroke of cane. She came back to her seat, pretending not to hurt… I held her hand and the tears poured…We both cried.

Why did she do this for me? Why did she take my place? I wouldn’t say I was the best friend anyone could ever have but I was Chioma’s best friend…Her love and show of it, was/is akin to the love Jesus showed us…
He said a true friend will lay down his life for another… that was what Chioma did for me.and to think we were only children!
God through Chioma taught me the first and last of Life’s greatest lessons… to Love like Jesus.To this day, I can’t explain in the finest words why Chioma did what she did for me, but one thing is certain… I would never forget. All the days of my life, I will be grateful to God for a true and loving friend as she. We’ve been friends for a decade and seven years now and we’re still on our way! I love you Chioma, I love you eternally!