Monthly Archives: March 2016

An Ally for the Cold

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Though I’m late with this week’s haiku, I’m not missing Ronovan’s challenge for anything. I keep wondering how he comes up with the words he brings, so contrasting yet by the time I started writing, I’m awed! https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-90-friendshiver/

The Loss

Throbbing pain hits frame

Peace from an Ally, comforts

Giving Joy not loss

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A Reassurance

I will be with you

Though the tremor comes to stay

I’ll guide you dear one.

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©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

 

 

#WQWWC – Trust

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It’s Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge co-hosted by my dear Colleen and Ronovan and today’s theme is TRUST. I decided to give them two for the price of one. So here’s me attempting a fiction and what I love, poetry! http://silverthreading.com/2016/03/30/writers-quote-wednesday-writing-challenge-trust/

 

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Reaching out his fingers, it nestles safely in Momma’s hands, smiling back at her knowingly as he puts his right leg forward, “I need to hurry across, I’m almost late for school. Mrs Allen had promised chocolates to everyone that came in before the bell rang today.” Grrrrrgghhhh, honk honk and swash as the car skidded towards the other end, Momma pulls me back to the kerb. “That’s a Zebra crossing for goodness sake! What’s up with you, dude?!” She yelled after the passing car.

Momma (my grand-ma), rarely called someone a ‘dude’, except in admiration or exasperation and this didn’t feel like no admiration, Momma was angry. I hate to be the one on the receiving end. Thump, and off she heads to the sky blue Mercedes-Benz that had come to a grinding halt. The driver was clearly agitated and afraid that he had hit me, oblivious of my grand-ma walking furiously towards him waving her weapon – the nude clutch bag my dad gave her for Christmas, before going off-shore. On sighting me somewhat shaken, standing on the school side of the road and staring down at my shiny black Clarks, the Mercedes-Benz driver heaved a sigh of relief; goes on his knees, shoulders bowed, he began to weep.

Out came the frustration from the sack letter he got last night, another from the quarrel with his wife (of 15 years) over his forgetting to buy milk for Missy and Jerry (the cats) on his way from work. Out came his anger at God for letting things go terribly wrong on his birthday…

“Why God? Why? You could have chosen another day You know!” he sobbed.

Momma stopped in her tracks, lowering her raised bag, the words dropped in her spirit; from a heart filled with compassion for one that nearly knocked down her grandson, Bennie, she says to him “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. – Job 13:15. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10″ and walks back to Bennie whose mouth was open in amazement at what had transpired. “Let’s go get some chocolates, dude!”.

—END—

Trusting You
Coming at me from above and everyside
Finding no place to hide, I take it in stride
How long can I hold up this fight
When everything in me says ‘flight’

Whispers so soft and clear say “wait,
In Me, you need not pursue haste.
I had promised to be with you till late
How else can I get you to walk in faith?”

It’s hard I can see, my past testifies
Though the storm rages, and fire flies
Though stretched and pulled in all direction
I’ll trust You alone, it’s my life’s mission!

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

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©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#Peter’s POV

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Peter’s Point of View – my paraphrase

This Bros Jay sef!

I had been telling Him when He came to meet me and asked me to join Him in His movement that we had a no-nonsense government in place already – one that didn’t even let our own leaders rule directly, but He wouldn’t listen (as usual!). He went from picking me to those two ‘confused’ boys James and John, Zebedees sons, who are forever fighting over each other and they are not even twins. Bros, chose Matthew – a much hated Tax-collector and a mix of some not-so-upwardly-mobile boys and to top it up, He added that guy with dubious past Judas. Shebi, He has seen where it led Him to – the death, and in the most ignoble manner of all – hung like a common thief. *Dis people get mind sha.

Come on! Let me ask you dear readers, what did Jesus really expect me to do in that situation? When those soldiers were everywhere and that little girl tried to expose me. Mehn! My people say, *‘to find way no be run, nah wisdom!’ I had to deliver myself from every accusation before they will hang not just one, but both of us. Who will continue the movement when He dies? I was only being wise for His sake.

After they hung Bros, things became tough, really hard and I needed to survive. At least when He was around, He used to do miracles, we will have bread and fish and leftovers sef. *The other time, nah fish bring us money! Bros Jay, if not for anything sha, I miss your miracles! You bin too much, abeg collect salute for where you dey. Twale!!!

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As I was saying, I went back to Fishing. If it were you, what would you do? My CV was already tainted with the tagged ‘Activist, Instigating trouble wherever he goes’, how will I get any job (decent or not) with that? I went back to the seas, it didn’t ask for CV or for Referees, it just accepted me back like that. As for the others, they scattered in different directions. Tomorrow now, Jesus will ask “if I loved Him?” Should I used rope to tie the other ten disciples together? That dubious fellow whom I warned Jesus about had hung himself too and he didn’t even enjoy the money he betrayed Jesus for!

Hmmm, it is well.

Words in Pidgin English:
1) These people are really bold
2) To find a way of escape is wisdom
3) The other time, a fish brought us money. Brother Jay, if not for anything, I miss the miracles you did. You were on point! My respects are in order for you.

Picture Source: http://inspiredfountain.com/2007/06/27/get-out-of-that-boat/

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#Remember

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Jesus’ Point of View – my paraphrase
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It’s been a long while ago I died!
In those days (even now), when people died, those alive mourned, they were saddened by that loss – because they weren’t going to see the person anymore. Or perhaps at the remembrance of how good the person was to them and how they will miss their benevolence or presence. But not so with me, and thinking about it, I’m wondering what I ever did wrong to deserve this. Oh! I remember, maybe once, I called them names. But between you and I, you would agree that name described them very well – Brood of vipers! Oh, I can never forget how flushed their faces became from the senior to the least priest nor how the blood drained from their faces and they became white! LOL. Hilarious!

But is that enough reason to hate me so much?! And before I forget, I also whipped and drove at those merchants (oops men of God) from the temple. It is a place of worship, I’m not sure who decided that selling there would bring more people. Did I tell them I was into networking or soul-winning?

Beyond that and maybe some personal grouse they had for me, all I did was good for them and yet when they had the chance, they whipped me bloodied, made me drag the cross from the city to Golgotha. I had to slice through the thickness of their hatred to get to the place of execution. The humiliation, the jeers, the stones, the rotten fruits they threw, the vinegar, the lewd words, they even played *Kaalu-kaalu over my clothes! No iota of respect for one about to die and for what? A trial without concrete evidence! They accused me of speech, that I said “I am the Son of God.” Am I not?! Why would I prefer a name I am not to the One I Am, funny bunch! I Am the Truth and I don’t do lies like their father, that ancient deceiver. I don’t have his time right now, let me address the issue at hand.

As I was saying before I went on history lane, how come when I died they rejoiced! No one was sad (except my mother and John), my beloved John! And where did Peter go shortly after that – to fish! Is that all I meant to him? One would think that after denying Me, he would look for ways to make up. Did his business mean so much to him than the Kingdom? Did he not understand when I said “seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all its righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you!” Peter, dear Peter, I gave you an earlier sign that these things would happen. I even told you to be careful that the deceiver was seeking permission to render you useless, but you refused to listen. For someone that knew so much, you broke my Heart!

Word in Pidgin English:
*Kaalu-Kaalu: Gamble

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Celebrating Sunshine!

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Some weeks back, maybe a month, I was thankful for Sunshine  and did an article on her.

Well, it was Sunshine’s birthday on the 24th and she’s 14! I’ve been there with her from birth and watch her grow delightfully. She’s been one of my inspirations for writing. Actually, my first journal was on her titled ‘Through Veda’s Eyes‘, by the time you get to read this journal, you will get to understand why I named her “Sunshine”.

 

She’s a breath of fresh air

With dark curly lovely hair

Her quest to know more is one each blessed child portrays

Understanding early commitment, she queried as we played

Now you have worn another ring, what will Uncle Kelvin says?

She helped, as we struggled to release my finger, Oh, the pain!

When we succeeded, don’t do that again the reprimand came

From my little, sometimes mischievous but brilliant dame

She knows what she wants and how to get it from me

I would love to say no, but for this one, I’m stuck, no free!

Happy Birthday my baby

If you forget anything, always remember I yob you so much, so much!

©2016. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

#TuesdayThoughts – Listening

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And you will make a new start, listening obediently to God, keeping all his commandments that I’m commanding you today. God, your God, will outdo himself in making things go well for you: you’ll have babies, get calves, grow crops, and enjoy an all-around good life. Yes, God will start enjoying you again, making things go well for you just as he enjoyed doing it for your ancestors. – Deuteronomy 30:8-9 (MSG)

“Keep listening, Job. Don’t interrupt—I’m not finished yet. But if you think of anything I should know, tell me. There’s nothing I’d like better than to see your name cleared. Meanwhile, keep listening. Don’t distract me with interruptions. I’m going to teach you the basics of wisdom.” – Job 33: 31-33 (MSG)

I’ve always loved reading this particular part of the bible that deals with Job and I find his conversation with God here amusing.

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