SOARING SHADOW

The day is bright and fair,
the magic eyes of the owe
strip down the flow of the
great awakening.

The catch of time waves like
a distance Ocean bringing
hearts together in soaring and
Magical way. The heart beats
with a slur rhymes putting
right the words of Mercy.

Behind the scene is a lifeless
shadow, behind the dagger is an
Echo of false, behind the brave
is a Lin voice whom I'm terrified
of losing, compel with vision and
wisdom and attitude.

©VanWest 2019

CHRISTMAS v.s EXAM

I want to believe that every Adsu student is on the same page with me. It's Christmas yes it's a moment of Joy, smiles, gifts sharing, hanging out with family and friends, but the nexus here is that I'm having a mixed feelings on Christmas and exams.

Woke up on a magnificent morning to fix the 25th Dec, 2019 atmosphere with a music sang by Panam Percy Paul  (I love you Lord), just in a short stand I saw my fat neighbor on the fence abusing an innocent fried chicken, sending a cold Coca-Cola to it early grave while chanting a Christmas song (silent night), I became overwhelmed and filled with Joy because I know it comes annually, in a short while I sallied forth the street to check out things for myself and behold in a glance of a signboard of a book store I began to fall back on the task ahead. Instantly my face changed, the atmosphere became saturated by my thoughts for exam, immediately I reversed home and make sure my study materials are intact for the final 6 rounds.

I like Christmas but I dislike exams, it's disturbing, mind changing and embarrassing to an extent. "School sweet but exams spoil am"

©VanWest 2019

LADY BEHIND THE TRIGGER

I saw a shadow walking
majestically, I heard a
sound deeply soaring I
sneezed in a glib of an
eye trying to figure out
the identity, behold it's
a shadow from the west
ghostly covered in a dark
shirt, It seems triviality
until when I overheard
an indisputable echo

My mind beats like a
drum of culture, I found
my physical in a snag, my
hands are curved I tried
but couldn't flipped, finally
I became overwhelmed I
found my self on the range
of her trigger, I found my
head on the scaffold set
by emotion.

I need a shell, a cover from
behind, I need a mask off
illumination, an angel who
will stand to my rescue for
I'm dying slowly in the
inside i need a beckon
signal to safety, I need an
open heart of eternity.

©VanWest 2019

THE SOUND OF UKULELE

The struggle is real when The
strings shackles, the world is
Shadowy proclaiming the so
Innocence of men with the
silent heart.

I know the way, the truth and
The light says the master,
indebted with worship in the
Realm of the spirit.

I see a generation of no hope,
I see the culture fading, respect
is declining, destiny is delaying,
time is passing.
I hear a shabby sound of the
Ukulele chords, fear for the
Future is all I care.

We need the emergence of Hero's
who will see through the lens
of wisdom, who will dance the
rightful tone of Ukulele, we need
people who can play the magic,
People who can see the line that
separates Justice from Injustice.

©VanWest 2019

THE GENTLE BUT CRUEL HASSAN

It's no longer a news that
the sky has paved the way
for men to showcase their
will on nature exposing their
flaming emotions on the pace
of time.

Hassan the erudite of his field
endowed with thoughts
overflowing and spilling, anxiety
outflows his doings.

The genesis of his flabby personality
inches with time. Flamboyantly I
speaks behind the cotton of my
Knowing.

Truth is truth even at the edge
of a knife. The echo of freedom
Lies with the truth. Indeed the fear
behind the scenes could be captured
in his actions blindly aggrieved
by the source of his temperament

I know Hassan with a bleeding
heart, like the mirror of my
sight, like the titanic of my
days, like the flock of the west
Hidden motive, cruel in action,
Sound in arguments and
silently in love.

The world is tentatively singing
a song of courage, mindset and
heart grooming, this will enable
the butterfly bears a direction for
his heart.

©VanWest 2019

THE BLEEDING PEN.

Judgement count when the moon shines with no apology, when the chicken nuggets the morning inspiration with a single sound.

My Pen glide across the empty lines, the heart flows out the feelings of ponderous turning the hope of men in asunder. The magic behind a broken pond with an empty frame is a clueless effort ascending.

My pen is bleeding the anguish of men, the sorrows of the gentle, the cry of the mean, the actions of the victim and the story of the faded attitude calling in the midst of the braves.

Yes it began with a chant of truth, morals and sincerity but time flies when only the good keeps pursuing and the bad keeps reign in a territory of vanquish.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN JENTA

Once upon a time when the good heart supersedes the mere thinkers, when the chicken has no option than to sing a good morning Coros.

Once upon a time when the just are filled with Merriment at their coast, when the OC's shop enjoys the reign of time positioning the hosts as marketeer.

Once upon a time when the black boys being described as the scamps, when niggas of old distance their trousers from their waist exposing their dirty boxers and they called it swag. 

Once upon a time when the road side tomatoes sellers better still the hair dressers move to advance the ministry of gossip.

Once upon a time when an ugly daughter birthed by a beautiful mother, inspiring strings of solos by an evil heart and the reign of expendables among the visionaries. 

Once upon a time when men are Fraternizing just to keep the Seventh day Holy. When St Luke's primary remain the resolute to the poor. 

Time flies as who gets what, when and how.

THE BLACK ERR

The optimum is cruel by the nooks of the dark world blinded by sorrows of men subject to arrows that stroked the heart of mercy.

It started with a full cake known as Africa later broken on the feast of Barlin which gave birth to infliction and exploitation.

Yes it's a black day but endowed with many gifts and good reasons to smile, it's a black day but engulfed with memories of sanctity.

Turning back the hands of time to clear off the mess is false but making the rest of the time count is real,
The magic lantern has fade away showcasing the unpleasant.

Africa my root, Africa my DNA, the anguish and the punch line of Under-development they say but who cares?

Dear God.

Dear God,
I just want to use this opportunity to say a very big thanks to you first of all for keeping me alive prior time, I appreciate you for your great grace in which you established in my life. I firmly believe in your death and resurrection which sharpens my thoughts on how you were able to lay down all for the just, indeed you're an undoubtedly living God.
Here before you is thy savant striking so hard to make life pleasant but circumstances changes the position of the arrow. One of the best way to communicating with you is through an indebt prayers which comes straight from the heart, give me the zeal so that I can live in you forever, cast me not away from your presence and bless my daily life. Thank you Jesus for answering me.

LIVING FOR CHRIST

God has made it possible for men to understand
Their potentials towards life minding the circumstances
life has to offer, the decision we take prior to the
signal God revealed to men, our historical events
which tent to shape our thoughts, our dreams which is
re-defined by our approache towards creating a new
beginning.

God knows us in and out, He knows our needs, our
misfortune and all that we operate upon, He has
the blueprint of our destiny and before we were born
he knew us.
In today's contemporary world, the love of God is
mostly determined by the level of Great Grace he
has established in our lives, the grace to be alive,
the grace to be saved from all iniquities, the grace
to stand for the truth and the grace to shine his light.
We are mostly indebted and the best way to show
him our commitment is through our personal obedience
towards Christ whom God has send to this world in
other to fulfill all righteousness.
Verily Verily our instant attitude determines our future
action, what ever that we do today really will affect our
future whether good or bad.
God has his own unique way of doing things, He activates
our destiny in his majestic way prior time though we're
nothing but a pencil in the hands of God the creator.
It's highly time we stick on to God and focus on our earthly
assignment at hand so as to be rewarded on the last
day for on this day, men shall speak for themselves,
Never be a victim of misfortune, circumstances, deceit
or a victim of bad attitude, proclivity, sleaze and discomfort
to others. God loves us, he made his face shine upon us
and that's why he never ceases to calling us his sons,
make a choice today and live for Christ not for the world.
-Vandi247

Black Face, White Mask

It's no longer a story that
What we think will not happen,
But today Leah known to be one
of the in born rapper and
a church singer has set the
Pace with an ever remembered
Wedding which was held at Ecwa
Bishara No. 4 Get to see some of
her trending pictures.