“Suffering is a symptom of visible creation in the throes of death. A visceral expression of the gradual demise due to the poisoning of a once perfect world. The culprit? Sin, a poison that corrupts and destroys. The antidote? Christ, bringing life and hope to a suffering dying world.” – Makafui.
Today marks the third anniversary of Makafui’s Journal. For this special anniversary, I would like to take some time and acknowledge and appreciate my wonderful readers and followers. But please, I’m human, so if I miss your name, do give me a prompt and I’ll rectify my terrible mistake (my apologies in advance, I’m pretty sure I’ll be missing out quite a number of people).
First and foremost, special thanks to God, who reads each post even before I write it. ‘Hey Lord, you know it’s always been you first. Thank you for the grace, inspiration, ability and opportunity to have this space…I hope You like what I’ve done with the place.’Continue reading
“I love the way you smile…
Your teeth are brighter when they show;
The cringes at the edges of your eyes,
And the graceful arch of your lips;
Your heart may be hidden from general view,
But your face reveals the joy therein;
That’s why I love the way you smile.
Walking down memory lane, I come across many strange sights;
Strange, not because they’re unfamiliar, surprising or unnatural;
But because down memory lane things just look different.
Some things which seemed heavy, look like feathers now;
Some things that flitted through barely leaving a mark,
Now seem to have made and left trenches deep and wide;
Fleeting moments that were regarded ordinary, barely noteworthy,
Now seem to be set in gold, with silver linings and adorned with pearls.
“There are three notable events in the life of any individual: Birth, Death, and Judgement. Birth is joyously celebrated, Death is sad but honoured; both come with a lot of ‘fanfare’, but Judgement seems to be largely ignored; though it is the one event that weighs in the eternal balances, the activities littered between Birth and Death. We must then carry this consciousness, even if it is in the name of selfish self-preservation, that Judgement is as sure and ubiquitous as Birth and Death are; and that it is the solemnest and severest event of life.” – Makafui.
I’m unqualified to write about fatherhood,
I have enough trouble just being a son;
Yet the thought is one that weighs heavily on the mind…
I realise I’m caught in a cycle where sons become fathers:
How would it feel to have a son today,
Who treats me like I treated my father yesterday,
And treats his son tomorrow like I treat him today – blessing or curse?
“We are in a time and season where ‘wearing a mask’ is no longer just a philosophical or psychological or social euphemism, but a socio-medical necessity and in some places a legal injunction. What a transformation there would be though, if the putting on of physical masks connoted the taking off of the invisible masks that men have been known to wear to hide insecurities and cover-up hurts and propagate cruelties. Then maybe we would see each other for who we are, get the help we need, and heal; Then maybe we would all see that we are all not that different from each other – that we are all frail and insecure by ourselves, and that our masks, irrespective of size or design, have done nothing but deceive us – giving us false security and offering us up to vain gods; Then maybe we will all learn that only by baring ourselves before He who made us, are we made whole.” – Makafui.
When the past, long thought dead, suddenly becomes the present…
Of course, it’s usually the unwanted past that creeps up – go figure…
So sly, playing possum, waiting for that atmosphere – the crack in the psyche.
For it knows, that with the pressures of life come cracks and fractures;
And oftentimes the more rigid the structures, the deeper the damage,
The louder the snaps, and the more forceful the bursts.
“Encountering God in His Word is beautiful, but can be scary sometimes. He has the tendency to turn your mind and worldview inside out…I think He enjoys it – re-educating His little children.” – Makafui.
#Job 38, 39
I’ve taken on an ambitious project;-
To paint a picture of ‘Motherhood’
With as few words as possible,
And from an already limited vocabulary.
Obviously I got stumped even before I began,
Because I was faced with a simple question:
‘When does it begin, and where does it end?’