I quit the slums (part 2)


After writing the 1st part and posting , I honestly did not know where the second part will come from ,I had no clue about what to write ,because all I was feeling when writing the 1st part was quiet desperation on how to get out of the slums and to be permanently banned from those mindsets that stand like mountains in my path.

Then the comments started rolling in one after the other , the red light on my phone will constantly alert me of someone’s contribution to the slum situation . As I eagerly waited for each comment, I, underneath my breath pray  to God that someone will be touched , someone’s heart will be convicted , that God will be glorified in my life and in the lives of my contributors.

Then a particular comment  casually rolled in , Jaycee replied ,but not in the usual way , she sent in the Word and it shook my very existence , surging great hope within me that am not just a lonely traveler marooned on an isolated  island but that inside of the slums there is Someone right there with me. What she sent knocked out my usual thinking that God can’t rescue me from the slums easily , I was wrong because He is with me , urging , cheering , comforting , and loving me out of those slums.

The scripture, Jaycee sent was Ezekiel 16:6-14, since she sent it , I have been looking around for various Bible translations to better explain this wonderful revelation , this morning, as I decided to write again , I finally settled for the Youth Bible Contemporary English version , I was amazed to see how much God has gone and how far he is still ready to go to save me , here is the scripture.

‘’ I saw you lying there , rolling around in your own blood and I couldn’t let you die. I took care of you , like someone  caring for a tender ,young plant. You grew up to be a beautiful young woman with perfect breasts and long hair, but you were still naked . When I saw you again, you were old enough to have sex. So I covered your naked body with My own robe, then I solemnly promised and entered into a covenant  with you, says the Lord God and you became mine. Then I bathed you with water and washed off  your blood from you and anointed you with oil’’.

This amazes me , how tender , loving , compassionate my God is , he’s not standing outside of the slums waiting for my exit , He is right inside looking for as many as will turn to Him even in their pains and disillusionment. What a great message this is , that no matter how far we’ve gone in sins , God is always able to bring us out. He is the changer of destiny , the rewriter of history , the author and the finisher of my faith , without Him I don’t exist. I don’t want a life without Him in it, I don’t want a home that He is not heading. This day , with my hands around His neck , God is carrying me out of the slums , looking from His shoulders, I saw the devil and cohorts gnashing because they’ve lost me forever.

My new hunger


The other day at home on my bed receiving a call from a friend, surrounded by family, I suddenly came to a realization that the word called JOY is not as common as people tend to assume because it is not earthly at all. For a long time , in fact for all I could remember, I have always longed for things that will spring forth joy in me , this pursuit has been one major force that throws me into lots of friendships , relationships, it in a way contributed to my compulsive shopaholic habit.

Joy is one thing everyone desire even the most reprobate, for me it’s that thing in me that I can’t give a name to , that completion that my heart desperately yearns for , sometimes I have this ‘déjà vu ‘ feeling  that I have experienced it before  , then in a flash it dissolves like a heap of ash on the sea. As I receive that call , I try to draw my joy from it , from the calming, baritone voice of my friend , but I couldn’t , even though I was at that minute happy that I am with him on the airwaves , sharing views, right there ,a thought crept  into my subconscious that happiness is far different from joy. It is like day and night, it is not even nearest in meaning like I was taught in my lexicon classes way back, they are opposite, each sourced from different personalities.

While happiness can be bought in any market of today’s world , it can be faked by even the dumbest actors , it can be imagined by anybody and of course be gotten through any means , joy is like a spring that has only one source; GOD .

Years before now, I will sit and think that having a man will in a way complete me , that it will somehow give my life a meaning , how wrong I was to ignorantly commit this blunder , because no matter how much love a man claims to have for me , no matter how much of my body he can reach and touch  , there will always a part of me ,he won’t ever get to ;my Spirit , and if he can’t get there , how can he satisfy its desires. Before you get me wrong , it’s 100% possible that a man loves me , and he makes me deliriously excited and feel all the tingles in this world , but the fact remains that he is not capable of helping me discover my purpose which alone can bring forth joy in me. That essence of life can only be gotten through a Higher Source.

My hunger for joy has made trek the crowdy  road of materialism ,as I get to this point , I can only sigh because am still walking this road, I can only beg God to teach me not to look around and focus on Him for in Him , there is joy or let me write , He’s JOY personified. In this market of ‘ ‘get more ,get more’’ , a lot screams at me saying ‘ ‘more T.M, Hawes & Curtis, Polo shirts ,Nine West, designer goods , latest phones will land me into the country called JOY’’, but am always wrong anytime I make this assumption for it is a foolish thing to think that  any of these termites prone stuff will ever give me that eternal joy.

As an individual that loves to personalize things , I hereby give my definition of this ethereal gift , Joy is being restful in the midst of pain , knowing that trials are normal things God uses to strengthen us and make us super heroes. Joy is being contented when there is nothing that looks like mint in my bank account , and I can dance with my neighbor that bought his 3rd car. Joy is knowing that there are some things I shouldn’t bother trying to unravel for they are mysteries reserved for heaven. Joy is believing in God and thanking  even when my body loses it youthful appeal and bow to diseases, to me that is joy.

This joy am writing about , does it look like anything any human can give me.