Jaachi Writes

Ediye Series: Let Me Caress You With My Eyes whenever i look you in the eye i see a ray of sunshine streaming down on me with joy and laughter but there's more that I'm after let me caress you with my eyes, ediye mmi whenever i let my fingers wander down south your country side you glow resplendence and welcome my prying fingers in your residence but there's more that I'm after let me  caress  you with  my eyes, ediye mmi whenever our eyes meet and our stares clasp in visual caresses a camouflage of currents waft inside of me crawling up high above eight clouds nesting you and I on the ninth none else nothing else seek I after, but you, and i and us lost in visual caresses #EdiyeSeries #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

mma nwanyi mma nwanyi is not in her apparel, in her voluptuousness, or the way she makes her hair, it's in imagery of her poems mma nwanyi is not in the winks of her eyes, or in the wiggles of her hips, mma nwanyi  is found in the chambers of her heart therein resides subliminal bliss mma nwanyi is not in her artificial lashes or the symphony of her accent of the ingenuity of her Instagram filters: it is found in patience of her caring, in the sacrifice of her giving, in the passion of her loving in the dept of her writing Glossary: mma nwanyi (Igbo): 'the beauty of a woman' #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

“Rejoice in the Lord always.”  Philippians 4:4 Through the above quoted five words, God shows us that internal joy cannot be tied to external circumstances. When one is unemployed, when flaws are exposed, and when most meaningful relationships were broken or dysfunctional, God reminds us that joy in the Lord is still possible. God does not cruelly tell us to put a smile on our face no matter the pain in our hearts. Rather, Philippians 4:4 reminds us that no matter what is happening around us, we can still have immense joy because God, not our circumstances, is the source of all joy. “Rejoice no matter what” and “Rejoice in the Lord always” are two very different imperatives. God never tells us simply to rejoice no matter what. He tells us to rejoice in him no matter what. Yet, There are times when the soul feels alienated from the Giver of life and a son feels like a bastard orphan, poor and depressed.  Philippians 4:4 loses it's meaning. No joy. Not even in the Lord.  You long fo

Diary Of A Pastor's Son (II) Memories Are Resilient Memories are resilient Memories stay, the good, the bad, the ugly. Memories beat time to it's wear-and-tear game. Ugly memories destroy us. Bad memories instructs us. Good memories make us. So, we make them. Plenty of them, during childhood, adolescence and the rest of our stay on God's once green earth. As an adolescent whose dreams hung around his neck like a pendant, I made memories. Memories so skin deep, they live with me, form my philosophies of life, shape my goals and drive me to fulfillment. Before poetry caught up with me, in the waters of jealousy, I was a songwriter.  At age 11, I wrote and composed songs. Family just relocated from Kano to Aba, Abia. Rented an apartment at 227 Tenant Road. A three storey building coated in yellow and brown paints. We lived on the first storey, left wing, overlooking the Aba River. The balcony became my favourite spot.  I would sit by the balcony stare in awe at Ogbor Hill. Tra

how to make music draft the lyrics jazz, somewhat afrocentric run your fingers on her skin make her moan a symphony and when she finds her voice, dive in and never pause let the music play on beyond time until a crescendo of cloud nine this, dear son, is how to make music #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Mark Chapter Two, Verse Thirteen  He bore my cross accepted my curse I'm sold out to His course. Storms may assault me I'll follow on clinging dearly to His promise. Where He leads I'll go. What He feeds I'll swallow. I have on me the mark of his suffering let no man trouble me. #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Guitar Girl in the strings of the guitarist i hear an erotic charm flood my ears with the aroma of melody she's a player with trembling hands she pulls one nerve end strikes the other caresses the next fingers the other and a harmony of symphonies erupts like drips and drops of oil on my sullen heart i find salvation and ecstasy and peace #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

thorns on my balls ediye mmi, i want to wear your love like a pendant, on the contours of my heart but why do you sit like a crown of thorns on my balls? #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Writivity || Ways to Make Your Self-published eBook More Accessible to More Readers These six quick and easy tips will help you avoid classic rookie formatting errors that make eBooks difficult or impossible for a significant proportion of potential readers around the world.  Text Should Be Text! By that, I mean don’t load any text as images, such as logos or graphics of fancy titles, because these won’t be recognized as text by devices designed to turn eBooks into audio for the visually impaired. Avoid fancy typography effects such as drop caps. Again, these won’t “translate”, and although they may look pretty, they won’t be legible to text-to-speech readers. Inspired by  Self Publishing Advice From The Alliance Of Independent Authors For More Detailed Guidelines These tips are excerpts from 'Self-publishing Successfully', a  step-by-step guideline on self-publishing, it's important and ways to monetize an eBook, by the Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu. You can read much more det

Ugo pressure makes diamonds, fire makes gold, when next you want to give up think on these, ugo the sky is yours to conquer don't ever chicken out glossary: ugo (Igbo) - eagle. #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Be You. That's What You're Born To Do It throws back all it receives with a glow: Be like your mirror. It stays true to itself in days bright and dreary nights: Be like your shadow. It takes humans to heaven and back an assurance that life's worth the living: Be like a moan You're not just a boy, son you're the light of dawn crawling over mountain tops Glow. Be you, for that's what you're born to do #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

The Broken Painting Once upon a time, a well known painter was finishing his painting. It's an incredibly beautiful painting to be shown during Princess Diana's marriage. The painter was consumed by and excited with his own painting that he unconsciously took a few step backward while admiring the 2x8m painting. He didn't look back when he walked backward. He kept on walking backward until it was a step away from the edge of the tall building. Just one more step backward and he could get himself killed. A man saw what the painter was doing and was about to shout at him to warn him when he realized that his shout might have surprised the painter and thus made him incidentally took one step backward and fell down. The man then took a brush and paint and began to paint on the beautiful painting until it was completely damaged. Upon realizing what's happened to his painting the painter got very angry and moved forward to hit the man. However, some other people who were also

Diary Of A Pastor's Son (I) The Devil's Box and Daddy's Radio Set Being born in a Deeper Life pastor's family came with pleasant restrictions and annoying norms. Back in the days, because 'the devil's box' was not allowed in a Christian home, our definition of entertainment was the radio set. It's 7pm, time for Deeper Life 'Freedom Hour' on Vision Africa FM, dad orders the family to grab their Bibles, report to the sitting room, girls and mum wrap their heads with oversize scarves, take several seats and listen to Kumuyi draw every single syllable like thick okra soup "In Jeeeeesuuuus naaaaaaaaaame we praaaaaay!" Dad would wear this pious straight face and nod through the 'sigh mourn' until 7.30, taking notes and flipping bible pages. Did I mention you dare not doze off? Not even by mistake. Mum sleeps though. You don't wake the queen mother. That's one. Nigeria plays against Argentina We, dad and siblings, sit before th

Racism Is Madness No sane earthling judges a car by the colour of it's body but by the durability of it's engine and whatever specs that lies in the inside and powers the car.  Humans are like cars, Lexus jeeps of different colour shades. Some black, some blue, some white, some ash, some a mix of this and that.  You're white, I'm black. He's Asian, I'm Ethiopian, they are Indians and they are Europeans... same cars with different colour shades. Why make the coloured feel less human because white adorns your skin?  No sane man does that!  In the inside, we are all the same! Racism is a madness. Until we see the evil that lurks behind the veil of racism, tear down the veil and let the beauty of variety illuminate our closed minds, there can be no cure. We will not be whole as a planet, as continents, as a nation, as people, until we recover from the madness that would render any child, woman, or man anything less than human. #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please

Understanding Why Peter Denied Jesus Thrice Most of us know Peter denied knowing Jesus, but we need to understand the setting for these denials to know what Peter was facing. Peter was with John and others (possibly the temple police and soldiers) in the courtyard of Caiaphas’ house while Jesus was on trial upstairs.  One of the high priest’s servant girls recognized Peter and said: “You were also with that Nazarene guy,” Peter replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, abeg” A second time a servant girl saw him and said to those nearby,  "This beard guy was with Jesus of Nazareth”. Peter’s reaction was even more intense. Dude denied again, even with an oat. He literary swore he'd never met 'that man' since Adam. Before Peter’s third denial, someone obviously heard him talking and remarked, “I swear, this guy is one of them. His intonation is obvious” Peter’s response is shocking. I quote the Bible... “He began to call down curses on himself and he swore to them

Look Up! I had to get a new pair of eyeglasses that year. Stereotypism had started to mix with my nearsightedness making things a little bit blurry with my vision. Also I had to finally give in to another sign of long hours staring into the computer screen and get my first pair of bifocals. It has taken me several days to get used to the new pair. While it was great seeing clearly again and wonderful being able to operate the computer without squinting and bring my face one inch closer to the screen, the lenses were a challenge for me.  The problem was that whenever I was looking at something far away I had to keep my eyes up or else I got a wave of blurriness when I accidentally looked through the sides of lenses.  It did hurt then. I am glad that my eyes healed and I am way over it. It is no fun living in a blurry world. I am grateful for that experience for another reason too. It taught me a truth that I will hold close to my heart forever: whenever you need to see the road ahead cl

from 'sonless' father to his fatherless son dear son, when next your heartbeat stutter at the sight of a beautiful flower, pause, then hold your breathe for a second zoom in on her petals look, no, stare closer do not dwell on the beautiful fragrance that assault your nasals look, no, stare closer find a flaw and when you find her flaw fall in love with it in her flaws lies the beauty of her flower not all roses are red, my son, do not forget to remember for a love that never taste sour is a flower without petals with love, the dad you never had #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!