Category Archives: Musings

FOCUS ON YOUR ASSIGNMENT

So I have been doing some serious introspection lately. And Recently, I have had to relearn some of the lessons I’ve known for a while.

It’s not enough to be busy. It’s more important to be PRODUCTIVE.
It’s not enough to be getting things done. It’s more important to get the RIGHT THINGS done.

I noticed I had somehow gotten myself encumbered with lots of activities. Mostly activities that had to do with other people’s business and work to the detriment of mine.
I had gotten so busy doing different things for different people that I barely had time to pursue my goals. This discovery was a personal ‘Call to Action’ for me…

IT’S TIMES TO UNCLUTTER YOUR LIFE.

There is a biblical fable of a man that was given a task by his commanding officer. His task was to keep watch over a prisoner of war. But somehow he got distracted with other activities and the prisoner escaped. His report to the king included words like…

“while your servant was busy here and there, he was gone.” And the king’s judgement to him was not a pleasant one.

Sometimes, you have to learn to deliberately say NO to many people and many things in order to be able to say YES to your dreams.
Many times, the reason we find it hard to stay true to our resolutions and plans for a better life is that we have too many (unnecessary) things taking our emotional energy.

If you find yourself in this situation, it’s time to unclutter.
It’s time to disengage from certain (less important) tasks and responsibilities.
This does not mean you should become selfish and only care about yourself. But to remind you that your your assignment in life (your purpose) should take precedence.
It’s time to #FOCUS on your assignment and pursue your DREAMS.

PS: How has your week been and what have you learned from this post? Please share with me in the comments section.

Peter Akhere
#WiVirt.

The Maker’s Call

I hear your call
I hear it loud and clear.
I hear your voice
Through the cold and still air.
Your Will beckons
It calls forth my purpose.
“The time has come…”
“For thorns to bring forth rose.”
.
The cub in me
Longs for the lion’s roar
And the eaglet
Yearns for the eagle’s soar.
I want to be
All I can and should be.
And to behold
All I can and should see.
.
“The hour has come…”
“Just to show forth my praise.”
“The time is now…”
“To lift the human race.”
“A king-servant…”
“You have all these years been,”
“Now on the throne…”
“You’ll always be seen”
.
But I cannot
of myself reign and rule
For you without,
I’d be worse than a fool.
“I am with you,”
“This always, you must know”
“I am in you,”
“This always, you must show”.
.
(C) Peter Akhere.

The Unseen Shepherd

What will has a
Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer?
Or of what say
Is the clay in the hands of the potter?
The creation
Is at the mercy of the creator.

The blind knows not the way he should go.
No! Except he be told by one who sees.
Many though blind through arrogance or
Ignorance seek to go ways they know not.
They stumble and fall countless times yet,
Advance to doom unknown in false beliefs.

I have been lost once yet with the
Knowledge of my destination.
I have been blind once yet with the
Awareness of what surrounds me.
Thanks to God, my destination
Draws near and my sight is restored.

Though my destination
May be sure, I know not when I’ll get there.
Though my sight is restored,
Even now, it still has not been of my eyes.
There’s a hand which shows me,
The way I should go and what things I see not.

 

(C) Peter Akhere

When I was still a Child

When I was still a child
Often, I wondered why
Some men have riches piled.
But some of lack do die.
Why can’t all men be rich?
And let no man be poor?
It’s for the work of each,
Reward only comes for.

When I was still so young
Often, I noticed that
Some things were just called ‘wrong’
And often frowned at.
Why can’t they just be done
And just be seen as ‘Right’?
Actions beneath the Sun
With effects come to light.

When I was just a boy
Often, I simply thought
Some days are filled with Joy
But some, sorrows unsought.
Why can’t joy always reign?
And sorrows not exist?
With changes comes some pains,
And ‘bad’ with ‘good’ is mixed.

Now I am all grown up
And my wonders differ.
The humble, God lifts up.
But the proud do suffer.
Why is with ‘fall’ pride known?
And does the meek, grace crown?
Men reap what was sown.
And the way up is down.

(C) Peter Akhere.

When We Were Brave.

I was born in relatively unknown African village, in the south southern part of Nigeria. Back in those days, we didn’t have so much toys to play with. There weren’t high fences to ‘cage’ us in. In fact, there were no fences at all. As infants, we crawled on bare earth and sometimes ate of the the ‘sweet scenting’ sand. And as we grew, the sand – reddish brown earth – was our companion. We played in the sand, fought in the sand and were remarkably creative with the use of the sand. As far as the sand was concerned, there was nothing to fear – Because we were brave.
Childhood was a time of great adventure. There was nothing we couldn’t do or be and whatever our minds imagined, we gave expression to it in ways that amazed and (sometimes) terrified the adults.

Yes, the sand was our Kingdom and everything connected with it was our resources.

We were hunters, hunting grasshoppers in grown and lush grass fields.

We were actors, playing roles of ‘Father’, ‘Mother’ and children.

We were warriors, wrestling to the ‘death’ of anyone who dared challenge us to a contest.

We were chefs who could ‘cook’ the most delicious cuisines in our empty milk tins on top of our improvised ‘fireplace’.

We were movie stars too, for we could recreate and reanimate out favourite ‘Rambo’ and ‘Van Dam’ movies in the bush and uncompleted buildings.

We made pistols out of wood and made machine guns out of cocoyam stems well fitted together with broomsticks.

We scaled walls and jumped off treetops. We climbed thorny orange trees and ant-infested mango trees many times without clothes except dirty muddy pants, just to get to the fruits that our stones and sticks could not reach. We weren’t afraid of the thorns or the ants, because we were brave.
And to my personal favourite, we were ‘Olympic Medalists’ who reigned supreme in local sports and games. We would organise our teams and train ourselves in different kinds of sports ranging from high jumps to long jumps and even acrobatics (our own form of gymnastics).

I remember being a grand champion once, having become the ‘last man standing’ in our village regional contest of the one who could do any stunt that anyone else could do and yet still perform a stunt that no one else could perform.

We would mark out our competition ‘arena’ and use a spade to soften the ground by breaking them into clods and sometimes wetting it with water. We had a ‘liftoff’ constructed out of coconut branches, firmly fixed at one end of the ‘arena’ and then the games begin. We would run with maximum speed towards the ‘liftoff’ and upon takeoff, we would perform different twists and turns in the air before touching back down. If you land on your feet without falling, you scored a point, otherwise, you lost a point. And you can bet that as far those stunts went, we were fierce, we were daring and we were brave. Some would fold their hands to perform a stunt and some would even clap their hands through their styles just to be unique.

My mother would often scream at the top of her voice in fear for the safety of her dear son. She feared I might fall and break a bone and maybe lose my life. But I had no such fear and had no such care. Those were days when we were brave.

Many years have past since then and as I reminisce, I realise how much we have changed. – how much I have changed.
With the much acquired knowledge of gems and bacteria, we’re now afraid to get our hands ‘dirty’.

Now we think less of what we could do and become, and think more of what we COULDN’T do or become.
Our fear of failure restrains us more than our passion for success propels us.
And because we are afraid that if we ‘venture out’, we might lose, we focus on SAFETY. We think ‘safety’, we talk ‘safety’ and so we live (and die) in the SAFE ZONE. – Forgetting that there was a time when we were brave. Let’s be BRAVE again!

 

(C) Peter Akhere

If Only

Life I’ve seen is full of good, just as much as there’s evil.
It also is full of Light, just as much as there’s darkness.
Sometimes, things go so ugly as though it’s of the devil.
Such times, I often wonder with a heart in restlessness.

If only there were no wars, we would always live in peace.
With love and joy in the air, we would live in unity.
As friends in bond we would be, like couples in endless bliss.
As fights and strife will be not, a life of tranquillity.

If only there were no death, we would never have to die.
Forever we all would live, with loved ones in company.
Tears of mourning, we won’t cry, neither would we say goodbye.
Family and friends shall be, just so much and so many.

If only there were no wrongs, then we would always be right.
We would never make mistakes, nothing to be sorry for.
There would be no punishment, be it heavyweight or light.
Things well would always be done, and good news heard would be more.

If only there were no hate, we would always dwell in love.
If only there were no lies, we would always know the truth.
If only there were no lack, there would be less problems to solve.
If only things were different, perhaps our pains it would soothe

But in this do I find rest, all things in life have their place.
Unwanted as they may seem, they still try to find some use.
For perhaps if death was not, Life might be an endless race.
Where all men would run and run, with nothing to gain or lose.

(C) 2010. Peter Akhere.