I Was Here

I’ve got to make my mark!

To show my difference, affect the world around me,

To cause a change, because the Almighty changer is in me.

I don’t conform to society’s standards, no, am not on that level.

I’m alien, a higher breed. I can’t fit in, I wasn’t made to.

Am outstanding, made to shine bright.

I don’t follow the blind, I live for the Light.

Share some love, give someone life and live right

So at the end, it’ll be obvious I was here.

Use your skills to make the world better.

The journey of a thousand miles starts with a step,

Building skyscrapers starts with a single brick,

Nothing is impossible, if you can see beyond the visible.

So I’ll take my step in faith never looking back.

This type of life His vision I mustn’t lack.

I’ll keep P.U.S.H.ing* loving God and all around.

So when my time is up, and the race is done,

The world would be better off because I Was Here.

Leave your mark. Make a difference. Less talk, more Action.

(*P.U.S.H – pray until something happens)




©SweetestRuby 2011

Shouting out for Freedom

I see you shouting out for freedom

Your veins protruding from your neck, as one in violent labour.
Yet it seems so distant it can barely be heard
Like a whisper in a rave.
You sold yourself to slavery,
Paid a man to take your soul.
Now you’re empty left alone, crippled with only your voice
All that you’ve ever needed.

 I hear you shouting out for freedom

it seems am the only one who does.
The chains it seems are out of fashion,
But you bound yourself up all by yourself,
And now your jewellery has made you its home.
Slowly all was striped from you even though you offered it anyway.
But we could never change what was meant to be,
We never had the power to.
The courses and collisions en route was meant as preparation,
We’re living in the dark, it’s how we’ve lived since birth,  
Blinded but still looking for a way out, bound down but hoping to step forward

I feel you shouting out for freedom

Your screams vibrating through my very being,
Causing my own thoughts to shudder.
If you’ve never known light, you’d think darkness is right
But in the dark no one can see you to help you
Ignorance leads to destruction and knowledge to freedom
Find the truth and it shall set you free.



©SweetestRuby 2011

My family's summer

Ms Thomas feat the Erinles, Irefos and Thomas's (2009)

The guy with sleepy eyes

I met this guy with sleepy eyes

Never knew if he was half awake or half asleep

People say the eyes are the gate way to the soul

But seems that gateway is closed.

I met this guy with sleepy eyes

And I couldn’t read his heart.

I’ve seen most all before,

Brown, blue and even green,

But this guy with half shut eyes

I never really could tell.

I’d seen the ones who’d squint for fun

And some …you’d better run!

I’d seen the ones who’d only stare,

While hidden behind shades.

The ones who say it in one glance

And those that lose their chance.

But this half open half shut ones

I couldn’t quite grasp it’s tell.

Whether happy or sad

Ecstatic or mad

It was never out of place

Like something fixed in space

It seemed so unaffected

cos it never lost it's pace.

I met this guy with sleepy eyes,

Never knew if he was half awake or half asleep.

The eyes are the gate way to the soul,
And now I think that is really so.

 

©SweetestRuby 2010

Life - In loving memory

Some say life is short,

Some say it’s the longest thing you’ll ever have to do,

But when your time is up it’s up.

It’s not about the length of years lived,

but the quality of the life you led.

The legacy left for the unborn to follow.

And memories for the living to cherish.

Some say life is a race,

And the best of life goes to the fittest.

But what are you preparing to face,

When the bell rings, and you go home.

This life we live is so fragile.

And living it without God is like juggling eggs with spikes in your palms.

Life is way too fragile to steer away from the potters hands.

For only he knows how best to protect us,

And ensure these lives we live count.

Some say life is short.

I disagree.

Life was there before our birth,

and can’t be stopped by death.

Yes, Life in this mortal body is short,

When compared to the eternity we live for after.

Let your life count!

Don’t be found wanting.

Ruby Love x

In loving memory of a good friend Miss M. Sanusi. RIP

©SweetestRuby 2011

Book Review : Diligent Waitress by Yewande Erinle

 Diligent Waitress (Hadassah’s story)

The ‘Diligent Waitress’ is a new Christian fiction novel by Nigerian author Yewande Erinle. The book introduces us to a Christian author, Dami who while on her way to her publisher’s office has to stop at a breakfast shop. Here she meets the shops waitress and they begin to talk. The waitress tells the writer her life’s story which turns out to be a gift from God for Dami, who is always in search of new characters and stories for her books.

In this story, we see how the Holy Spirit takes Hadassah through her life’s journeys; childhood, teenage years, adulthood and, marriage. The book details the specific teachings the Holy Spirit gave Hadassah during each trail, it shows the intimacy between her and the Holy Spirit and the love the Holy Spirit had for her, the same love He has for us. This book will create the desire to walk even more closely with the Holy Spirit in any young girl or woman who reads it and it will inspire parents to teach their children in the way of the Lord with the assurance that they would not depart from it when they grow older.

This book is currently being sold on amazon.

Check out Yewande Erinle’s website for more short stories. http://kingdompearls-pearl.blogspot.com/

Lunacy

Stop the madness!!  
This is madness! 
I mean it has to be … right?

Cos I have never seen a scene so crazy,
this has got to be the height

What r we all doing here? 
Is this a game to you?

And what did I just hear u say? 
You’ve just lost the right to talk!

U dress the part and got you’ve the walk,

But u ain’t got me fooled!

Cos when it truly comes down to it, I can see u ain’t got a clue.

You curse your fathers, and cheat your brothers, n turn the sisters’ blue.

Then turn to God declaring your right, forgetting His kids you’ve hurt.
Then go back home forgetting to quickly, you  do it all again.

With this new world comes a whole new lifestyle, a new approach and change

But one thing we mustn’t forget is that God is still the same!  

©SweetestRuby 2010