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Thursday, 13 April 2017

Broken, but grateful.

I am broken, but grateful.

Broken,
The bread of life,
He broke the bread and gave thanks.
See how the heavy heart gives thanks!

Grateful,
because He believed it would be alright.
Grateful,
expressing trust in His Father.
The trusting son broke bread gratefully.

See how the trusting son chose to stay slay.
Yes, slay!
He knew what was coming,
but He chose to stay and be slayed.

It was Passover time,
and He was going to be the lamb.
He knew what was coming,
but the trusting son chose to stay.
He knew the nature, scope and weight,
Of that wrath...
His Father's wrath,
poured out to burn,
the sin,
the son,
was done,
would He turn?
For none...
None can,
None could...
None could stand in His place as the Passover lamb.
So the trusting son chose to stay,
broken but grateful.

The trusting son took the bread, 
He gave thanks and broke it,
and gave it to His disciples.
"Eat!" He said.
"It is my body, that will be broken for you."
His body,
He broke it!
See how the heavy heart gives thanks.

The trusting son,
Learn...from the trusting son,
Yearn...to express trust in God,
Can...broken be grateful?
Man...giving thanks in brokenness?

Despised and rejected,
By those in heaven, earth and those
under the earth.
But still, He the trusting son chose to stay...
to stay slay.
Way...
He chose the broken and given way.

Learn...from the trusting son,
Yearn...to express trust in God,
Can...broken be grateful?
Man...giving thanks in brokenness?

I give thanks, to express trust in God.
I give thanks, because I believe it will be alright.
I am broken but grateful. 


***"Is it possible to give thanks in brokenness?" I wondered about that today. 
The greatest and most legit response to life I'd think though, is gratitude. Gratitude in chaos is a way of expressing trust in the Orchestrator of your life.
Oh how beautiful life is, when it's looked at through the glasses of gratitude!

This poem is my little way, of wishing you a happy Easter.
25th November, 2016...the day on which I wrote this poem, and I have been waiting eagerly ever since, to share it with you!
Yasss! You! Reading this right now, thank you so much for taking the time.

The most authentic, and deepest love ran red at a time like this, 2000 years ago. 
"Here's your worth," He says,
"This is what you're worth." He said as He poured out His love on you.
"You're worth fighting for...you're worth dying for...you're worth loving to the death. That's what you're worth."

Side note? The world's greatest Momma turned an year older today: my momma!
She told everyone that she's turning 25 today...the numbers just might have been reversed...maybe? I honour, celebrate, and appreciate my momma today and always! Happy birthday to her...I know she'll read this at some point ^_^ Happy birthday Ma!

And for the rest of you lovely, incredible people? Happy, happy Easter. Enjoy...you're loved...always!***

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Something happened that night...

Humans deserve dignity, photo by @khasohasamita

The night was dark, and all lights were off...
The streets were deserted, and the silence was silent.
Shadows lurked around, and the moon was lit...displaying it's glory, for anyone who cared to stare.
Tuesday night...
28th March, 2017...something happened that night.

This is a story of shackles..
It's a story of action...
Mine is a story of love, and of great courage.
Something happened that night.

All of a sudden there were screams, and there was chaos..
A quiet night grossly disturbed.
Fathers were snatched from their homes that night, mothers were begging for life, for release, for an explanation.
Begging? Begging for life? Begging to live...
There were handcuffs, as people were forceably put into planes...
Men in masks...pulled, dragged...tagged. There was violence...And drug injections, for those who would not go peaceably.
No witnesses...No justice...History was the only witness to this madness.
Some regained consciousness...in time to find themselves in shackles...sandwiched between two guards.
The scum of this earth...People whose lives were worth nothing...
Lives that are worth nothing? Can any life be worth nothing? Tell me...someone, please sit me down and explain this to me: how did we get to this point, of thinking that another's life can be worth nothing?
 
Tuesday night 28th March, 2017...
Something happened that night.

This is a story of shackles..
it's a story of action...
Mine is a story of love, and of great courage.
Something happened that night.

They locked themselves on the wheels of the plane.
They threw their bodies on the cold, naked tarmac in chains.
Chained to a plane...because they deeply believed that the persons in that plane were worth something. Their aim was to prevent a government flight of approximately 50 valuable people, chained to their sits, and sandwiched between 100 guards, from being deported to Ghana.
And this was the consequence of their action: they were all arrested, but they bought at least 24 critical hours, for the persons in chains to seek legal representation.

Sit here with me...
And I shall narrate to you this horrific story.
Of people who are destitute...of people living in fear...
Of people ripped of their dignity...
Of people who the state wanted to get rid of, because it deemed them unworthy of residence.
Irregular migrants...
Failed asylum seekers...
Some were kept in detention centers...
kept in cells...
Were they criminals? Had they committed any crime?

When there's turmoil and war? Families suffer...
Families are broken...
Think Afghanistan and Sudan...
Think Pakistan and Somalia...
Think of the Boko Haram of Nigeria...
Those who are not fighting suffer deeply.
They are not fighting but are still killed, they are not fighting, but they are still refused access to safe countries because they are labelled terrorists...people from a country of terrorists...of Muslims...of Africans...
Asylum: protection that ought to be granted by a nation to someone who has left their native country as a political refugee.

This is our world today though: cruelty towards people on the move is now UK and US government policy. 
Their leaders  want to be seen  to be tough on immigration, but their policies have devastating human consequences.
President Trump gave this government directive: a Muslim travel ban. The first immigration directive was made on 27th January, 2017, but it was blocked by Federal appeals court, and then there was a second one. 
Prime minister Theresa May of the UK, organized a mass deportation to Ghana. It was secretive, and devoid of scrutiny. Departing from undisclosed locations in the middle of the night. People were served with removal directions, without a chance to properly lodge Judicial Reviews.
Deportees were escorted and shackled in seats, each between two guards. 9 hours in shackles...deported to Ghana regardless of whether you are Ghanian or not. If you were not? You could take a bus to whichever country you came from. In their hands most carried small plastic bags...how would they survive on that? Do we care!

People who feared for their lives? And had claimed asylum, were put in planes...shackled like animals, and taken back to war...to die.

We are human before we are African or Asian,
We are human before we are Muslim or Christian,
We are human...and humans deserve dignity.

I asked myself today, what is my role to play...what is yours?
28th March, 2017...something happened that night.

***"I want the Church to not close their eyes to us. Justice is from the Bible. I am sending a message to the entire church- they cannot let injustice go on like this. The word of God is about justice and righteousness. The church cannot keep its eyes closed in the face of injustice. Closing your eyes to injustice is being part of injustice and unrighteousness. The church needs to stand up like the protestors- they need to tell the world what is going on." The voice of a detained person.

This is the saddest story that I have heard this week...and I had to blog about it...to be a voice for persons who are currently voiceless.
Home office (UK) since 2002 has been organizing mass deportation largely to former British colonies every few months. Deportation of people who have lived for years, who have spouses, and children, but insecure immigration status. But isn't human life more important than  immigration status? It ought to be.
Tuesday night, March 2017, is the day on which 17 activists in Essex outside London, evaded airport security and ran onto a runway at Stansted Airport, threw themselves on the tarmac and chained themselves to a plane to prevent a government flight from deporting Africans.
Germany sent asylum- seekers early this year back to Afghanistan, a country that is deeply war-torn,  and Austria wants to stop food and water to people whose asylum claims have been rejected. There is as well debating, requiring unemployed refugees to work unpaid in jobs the government deems of public utility...which is a gentle way of saying: slave labour.
And as I think about all these things, my heart breaks...this is the world that we live in today. How did we get to this place...where lives stopped mattering to us?
Meanwhile, Kenya has been hosting Refugees from Somalia and Sudan...we thank God for the leadership that He has put in place...
and German churches have been protecting failed asylum- seekers with sanctuary. The consequences being, their state has so far declined to physically remove people in the church care! In January 2017, German  churches were providing protection for 547 people.
Tuesday's UK protest tells us that there are people who are willing to risk arrest to fight policies that tear families apart and endanger lives.
It's good to be tough on immigration, how about taking a moment though...
Taking a moment to look at the whole situation from an asylum- seeker's perspective?**