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Call me 'stripper'

I have been away for so long, this is not a promise that I am here to stay.

I have struggled with the idea of being called a blogger. I flinch and cringe because I can barely identify as that. Just because I have a blog, write posts, share at random moments doesn't make me, ummm, okay, maybe I'm a blogger of some sort.

I struggle with this label because I see my inconsistency and inadequacy. I see my nonchalance. I see how other 'bloggers' are dedicated to their blogs. I, on the other hand, am regularly in and out of 'vim'. I find my voice for a minute and it disappears without warning for months, maybe I have a speech disability.

Stripper: one who strips
To strip: remove all coverings from

So, call me stripper because I am removing the coverings. I am removing the labels, the layers, I am showing forth my true identity. The intensity of my colours will speak. Maybe I am a blogger too, and a bunch of things also but most of I want you to see me strip.

Why strip?
Because I don't want you, me or anyone to have a false idea of who I am. When I am putting up a front, I am also convincing myself that this character is who I am. The goal is not me, I am not the goal. I am taking off the layers not just so that you can see me.
Make no mistake, I want you to see me, my scars, my frailty, the wounds from which I currently bleed. I want you to see me struggle to walk, see me fly, see me fall but most of all, I want you to see my Father who stays loving through it all.

I want you to see God. I want you to see how He's still interested in this broken human. See Him love me, hold me, restore me. I want you to see how He still uses those who see themselves as the worst and how He's reeling in the runaway child.

This may be difficult for me but it really isn't about me, it has never been about me. So watch me strip, call me stripper but most of all I hope you see the Father.

Signed,
A stripper in training.

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, by Gift Kaydo Ogwa

Kay's Tots

SHINY OBJECT SYNDROME

The concept I had in my head was 'shiny thing syndrome'. I go on Google to check it out and 'shiny object syndrome' is a real thing.

WHAT IS IT?

It is a short-lived attraction to 'shiny things'. Just think about kids and how they quickly move one from one toy to the next shiny, louder toy.

Some years ago, I wrote a blog post on "FINISHATIVE" and the goal was to enforce the idea that it wasn't good enough to just start something, one has to see it to the end.

To an extent, I think I have a degree of shiny object syndrome. Here's what it looks like, I think of an idea, I have a surge of energy to pursue it but after the initial stage, I'm worn out, uninterested and running after the next shiny idea.

Basically, I want things, just as long as they're new and shiny.

Life can be a journey of finding oneself, discovering the things, the people, the courses that you're actually interested in.

As much as this is a syndrome that's highly associated with entrepreneurs, it's common and has different expressions.

For some, they can't stay committed to one partner, once someone new comes into their vicinity, they're after them. For some others, they start writing an article, midway, they get new ideas, they abandon the current work and at the end, there's a folder of uncompleted writings. (Yes, I'm shading myself)

SOLUTION:

There'll always be new things around, new people will appear but discipline and self-control are essential in being successful at anything.

The time will come when you no longer have the 'vim' you had at the beginning of the project. That isn't the time to quit, it's the time to be disciplined and consistent.

Ideas are all around, everyone sees them but the smart ones use their initiative to work on them. It takes a step further into wisdom to not just start something but to work on it to the end.

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Kay's Tots

Sound doctrine or dope poetry

My main struggle with this post was deciding if I wanted to sound a little more formal like I did the previous one or I wanted to opt for a more casual tone.

Obviously, this is a 'casualty' situation. 😆

I discovered that I could write poems when I graduated from secondary school. I had written a couple of poems here and there before then but during my gap year, I took note of the poetic Gift whom I often refer to as Kaydo.

I don't consider myself as the best writer and this doesn't have anything to do with my self-esteem, I am just being objective. However, I have also observed improvements in my writings because currently, 'I dey write fire'!

When I am not writing love poems, I am writing Christian poems, sometimes I write other stuff in between.

One of those days, I had a conversation in my head, and I came to the conclusion that if I was going to write a poem and tag it 'Christian', I'd rather have it sound doctrinally than dope poetically.

Why?

I see my poems as a teaching medium and I have the responsibility of representing God correctly so to the best of my ability, I want to do so.

Do I really have to choose??

Well, not really. I'm learning that it's very possible to be solid on both angles. It's a lot easier to maintain the truth when I'm writing shorter poems. My goal, however, is that if someone did an exegesis of my spoken word poems, I'd want the truth to be found in every slice.

How does that affect you?

If you're going to create something and tag it, Christian, do well to represent Christ correctly.

"That my poems may not end up as masterpieces and theological fallacies"

Still, I want to write doctrinally sound dope poems.

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Faith

Faith and Medicine

I identify as Christian. For me that means; I believe in God. I believe in Jesus as the only way to have a relationship with God. I also believe in supernatural works of God in the life of men. I believe that God heals, I've seen Him heal.

I am currently in my fifth year of medical school and I've seen the 'power' of medicine. I've seen how lives are saved daily via medical care and how these physical interventions restore health.

Some times, there's a clash between these two in my head. Should I believe God for healing or should I take this drug?

The other day, one of the members of my church was talking about how her eyes were hurting and how she needed to see the ophthalmologist. In my head, there was a rattle; do I tell her to pray about it or do I remind her to make an appointment?

Another day at the ICU, there was an 8-year-old, she had congenital anomalies and she really wasn't getting any better. My teacher talked about how they were just managing her condition and how they really couldn't vouch for a good quality of life if she managed to recover.

So I'm thinking, what if I pray? Does it make any difference??

You see illnesses differently when you have some sort of medical knowledge. There are categories. I can easily pray for this because there's hope but the other, well.

I don't have all the answers but I'm seeing that God is good, it's in His will that our bodies are healthy. The Bible instructs to pray for sick people so we will. We live in a fallen world so there'll be sickness until the redemption of our bodies. Medicine is good; if it's available take it.

I'll end with this quote I read at my dad's clinic 'we treat, God heals'.

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, by Gift Kaydo Ogwa

Love

Dear Lover

Hey babe,

*chuckles*

I'm shy...

I've pondered long and hard on how to best describe you.
Words slip out of my grasp.
Like water, like you.
I can't hold you, you're too far, but I see you, I can smell you.
Your heartbeat is a chime awakening me to the newness of the day.

I scribbled words to describe you.
You're beautiful. Who said 'beautiful' is feminine?
When your eyes blink, they spark up torrents of emotions within me. I never knew I could feel these.

You hate the sound of your voice, I think it's perfect.

You see this flaw and that one, I think you're perfect.

Every part of you, perfect.

No, I'm not blind to see the things call imperfections, still, I see you a work of art.

If I never find the perfect words to describe you, may the smile on my face that erupts when you text me, may the shiver in my spine that begins when you speak, may they be a testimony of my love, our love.

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