OWN TIME

 Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. You Tube, Tik Tok, Snap Chat. Friend or foe? 

An old boy from the University posts a photo of his exploits in South Africa. He got 2 points at A level. An old girl from high school posts her wedding photos. She smiles, waving her large ring. Next to her stands a handsome man. They say he is a manager of a high-flying institution. He drives a range rover. "She isn't even that pretty, her gown is oba how?" A preacher, on his channel; 10,000 views. "He does not even speak good English". On your channel, 8 views and 3 subscriptions. You are "deeper" than he is. 

Is social media a friend or a foe?

Neither actually. Social media is what you make it. It can either be a growth opportunity, or an opportunity to develop a strain on your temple, a lump in your throat, and a clog in your heart. 

Worry not my dear one. Each individual on this earth has his or her own path to follow.

Each one on his own road,

Traversing a land

Never discovered before.

Each in its own time,

Hour hands strike

One at a time.

Each in its own season,

There's no confusion

Between rain and sunshine.

A poem by Edgard The Bard

Your time will come. Keep on doing what is right. Seek God, give Him your time. Work hard, work smart. Let your gifts shine before men, and in time, they will shine before Kings and Queens. Keep learning, keep reading, keep growing, keep searching, keep serving...keep loving. 

Keep believing; YOUR TIME WILL COME!

For everything, there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time of war and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NLT 

SHE LINGERS

 

She lingers...

In nifty corners,

In plantations,

In corporations.

A thief in the night

Awake in daylight's shadows,

With a despicable plight.

Patiently,

She lingers...

Ready to pounce 

On those who linger;

Their backs turned,

Facing the trigger.

Blow your whistles oh, laymen.

Don't cast your feet upon the linen path!

For there,

She waits...

She prays:

"Piece by piece

Limb from limb

Soul, from spirit"

She lingers...

The moon, alight,

The day, scorching bright.

Swaying her hips,

Licking her lips:

"Oh, the time to devour is nigh!"

A poem courtesy of the book One Last Smoke by Edgard The Bard

MY SWEET SUGARCANE

 Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

You are the apple of my eye,

Your eye is a window to my soul.

The warmth of your embrace,

Makes me feel whole.

Out of the abundance of your heart springs the waters of life,

A touch from your soft mellow palms

Is akin to a refreshing sip of Lake Albert.

Every time I am near you,

I smell a thousand lilies fresh from Solomon’s plot.

Every time I kiss you,

I taste milk and honey from the breadth of Heaven’s pot.

Every time I am with you,

Leaves rustle in trees,

Every time I am with you,

Birds sing, and your nectarine nature excites bees.

 

Brendah Edgard Abwooli

Please!

Let me be to you a cup that does not run dry,

Let me be a man who does not make you cry,

Let me be your Knight in shining armor.

You are the most beautiful plantation,

So let me be your farmer.

 

Brendah Edgard Abwooli,

My sweet sugarcane from Masindi.

Thank you for choosing me;

Thank you for being an antidote to anxiety,

Thank you for pulling me out of the hole of uncertainty,

Thank you, for your eloquence has aligned my destiny

Thank you, for boarding this plane of eternity.

Written by Edgard The Bard 

EPISODE 2: MY LOVE!

 My love,

 

In the blackness of night,

When your eyes are only open to fright,

When shadows pounce left and right;

Forcing you to squeeze your pillow tight.

There, in the midst of your hopeless plight,

Shall you see my abounding light.

 

There, shall my hands embrace you,

Lock you

In the palms of power and might.

Enclose you

In the comfortable, subtle strength of peace’s delight.

My love,

Here I AM:

A strong tower,

Piercing through the charcoal night sky.

A vibrant force field,

Bouncing off vile creatures,

Darkness has no place in light.

 

My love,

When all is said and done,

When the fog clears,

And the sky opens,

You will see it:

I AM, standing there by your side.

Written by Edgard The Bard  

EARWORM

 

Every time I think,

My thoughts are drawn towards you.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see you.

A splitting image.

Every photo, billboard, poster, is awash

With your glowing eyes, your glittering face.

 

Every whiff of air I breathe,

Smells like nectarine, like you.

Every time I rub my palms,

I feel the softness of your deft touch.

 

Every love song I listen to

Reminds me of you.

Every time a voice is swept towards me

I hear the whispers of your sweet melody.

 

Every time I hear a cry,

I feel you on my chest

Squeezing my ribs

As I whisper:

“Everything will be okay.”

 

Every time I use a pen

You finish all its ink.

Even when I use a pencil

You make its lead go extinct.

 

Everything within me is screaming,

Beaming, teaming.

A passion so wild and true;

Pointing me towards you.

Written by Edgard The Bard

JOHN 3:16

 

JOHN 3:16

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son.

Whosoever believes in Him,

Should not perish but have everlasting life.

 

Do you really understand what this means?

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son

To a world where man hates fellow man,

Murder is permissible

Dishonour, fashionable,

And sin is our soft cushion:

Sons kill fathers

Fathers kill sons,

And mothers abandon their babies.

 

Where are role models for the gentlemen and the ladies?

 

 For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son,

To a world where fornication is splendour,

And hypocrisy a constant action:

Man sleeps with man, woman with woman.

Father with daughter, mother with daughter,

 

And this, they call the new world order.

 

Nudity is in season:

Decency, an archaic, despicable style.

Forget marriage.

It’s nothing more

Than walking down a well-decorated aisle.

 

Dead bodies traverse the earth in artistic piles.

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son

To a world that doesn’t believe He exists.

 

 Behold! John gives us a new twist:

 

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only begotten son.

Whosoever;

Thieves, smokers, drinkers,

Prostitutes, murderers, fornicators,

Rapists, idolaters, even adulterers,

Believes in Him,

Shall not perish but have everlasting life.

(Written by Edgard The Bard. One of the poems in the book One Last Smoke).

I SPY WITH MY EYE (PART ONE)

 

Allow me to introduce myself;

My name is Lucifer.

I am he who comes to steal, kill and destroy!

Apparently, that’s all I am good for.

 

When I look at the church today,

When I look at the body of Christ,

When I look into your googly Christian eyes

This is what I see:

 

I see a culture of dishonor.

I see people that dishonor God

By living worthless pathetic lives that are

Contrary to the Old Man’s identity.

 

I see people dissatisfied,

Wallowing in the belly of mediocrity.

I see people resting in the sacred arms of poverty,

Investing in the tainted dollars of unbelief

And in the evasive art of lack of self-esteem.

 

I see people too attached to money;

Clamoring onto pieces of paper

Like flies to dead flesh.

I celebrate you for who you truly are:

A servant of idolatry.

 

My hollow soul weeps for you.

For when I look at you,

I see something that is worse than me.

…

I have weighed the value of your life

And found it worth nothing.

Darkness is rising!

I see it rise in your heart

Like a wildfire.

I see you breathe its air!

I smell it,

I hear its voice!

 

I feel it;

When you raise your voice in contempt

Of your parents.

I feel it coursing through your veins

Each time you insult and disrespect your President.

 

I see dishonor of the body.

I see my good old friend immorality.

I see fornicators and adulterous spouses

Clinging to the whims of the flesh

Like a leech hanging onto human flesh.

 

I see the reign of death!

 

I see marriage for what it truly is;

A deal that spouses make but can’t keep.

I see a body that happily embellishes

The prospect of sickness and disease,

You are too proud to believe in healing.

 

So, I see the reign of death…