"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified."
If the touch of my hand Makes you feel special, Then let me. If the free flow of my fingers Through your silken hair Delights you, Then let me. For I desire to touch: My hands have longed for long, And I die daily. If a walk by your side Makes you [...]
Martin woke up with a start. The sun was up now and his room was bright and warm. That was the umpteenth time he was waking up that morning, and his heart had already started beating. Everything rushed back to him. He looked at the table in the left corner again. The laptop was indeed gone. It hadn't been a dream after all. Daniel sat at the table at the other corner of the room, reading his bible. Good Lord, how am I going to tell him? His heart was thumping furiously and his head ached piercingly. Daniel finished reading after a while and started praying. Martin waited for a while after Daniel finished praying, and then jumped down unto the tiled floor of the room. Daniel seemed to be meditating quietly. "Charley," Martin said tentatively. Daniel turned to face him. "Yeah, what's up?" Daniel noticed that something was eating his friend up. He stifled a yawn with his left hand, while he looked enquiringly at Martin. "The laptop is gone, Daniel." "Gone...? Gone where?" "I was attacked last night..." Martin stuttered. "It was taken, together with my phone." "What!" Both Daniel and Sammy said at the same time.
This, that, this or that? I don't know what I want. Worse, what I want does not matter, So some say, That it's about what he wants for me. What he wants for me? Well, I don't know what he wants for me, I don't know what I want, Worst of all, I don't know [...]
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Daavi's voice, which had been calm from the beginning, was now beginning to rise with anger. Mawuli paused the movie he was watching, slightly irritated, and listened from inside his room. He was sure that Daavi could be heard about a mile away... "My son, impregnate your daughter! Ridiculous!" What? Okay, now this is getting interesting, thought Mawuli as he rose from his bed. He had to see who these visitors were and why on earth they thought he had impregnated their daughter. He had actually never had anything to do with any girl in many years.
"Okay, Baby..." John's eyes widened in surprise. Did he say 'Baby'? Did Mark have a baby somewhere? That was actually a silly thought, because babies don't have such long conversations on phone. It was not as if John himself had not started using such pet names in his text messages ever since he had started going out with Dorothy, even that very morning. Baby, Bae, Dear, Sweetheart, Darling, Boo, Honey, Hun... Such words had begun to feature more and more in his text messages with Dorothy, and that was such a dangerous game, seeing that the use of such pet names was a huge abomination as far as C.C.F was concerned. Using them suggested that you were in a sinful relationship. So hearing the president of the fellowship say 'Baby' was quite astonishing. But that was not all...
As I watch the baby suck joyfully at its mother's breast, Its face an epitome of contented rest, I say to myself that the best time of life is childhood. As I regard the children, lifting up their voices In ecstasy, making all sorts of noise, With no regard for orderliness, I say to myself [...]
That thing you most desire, Being in your hands, becomes a trifle. You cross rivers, scale mountains, Go through hell, whine and pine, Lovesick. Alas, when when it's finally within reach, In just a stretch of your arm She shall be yours, Then come questions, inhibitions Aye, even doubts. Sometimes, you can't help but think, [...]
Unripe mangoes cause sickness, Sickness causes death, Death causes bones, Bones cause ghosts, Ghosts bring strength...
I am sometimes filled with wonder When I gaze at the Bird in the sky As it flies unendingly while I am under. At such times I feel like asking why. Why can't I be up there, sliding, drunk with the breeze Gazing down at the world, seeing from high up the top of [...]