Freedom and Religion

Two thousand years ago, died on the first Christian martyr,Stephen, then made ​​a saint, who is celebrated the day afterChristmas.

After then,  died  millions in the name of Christ, thrown to the lions, quartered, roasted, peeled, tortured, stoned, imprisoned,burned, impaled, crucified, beheaded, simply deprived  of their freedom and life because they believed in Christ.

The last 35 christian martyrs were Nigerians and  were killed in the day when we celebrate the incarnation of God in  Jesus,  The greatest gift of God to men.

It 'sad to hear that stillsome men are killed for  religious beliefs.

Perhaps it is time that all the Churches come together to reaffirm definitively that God is one, no matter how you call Him. And each,while maintaining its theological and doctrinal peculiarities,  recognizes the others  the right to worship God in the manner deemed most appropriate, without a right to arrogate to themselves the divine monopoly behind which many men actually hide their lust for power.

From my point of view, I see Christ in his manger, helpless, come to bring peace and love, and crucified himself, the symbol and witness to the freedom to profess a creed without wanting to impose anything on anyone.

My heart is sad

My  heart is sad. I've read of a man who didn't accept his wife studying for a degree and who has cut off her right hand five fingers to stop her. I ask my self "why?".
Why a man has to act in such a savage, uncivilized manner?
How can a man do such a thing to the woman he loves?
How can a man do such a thing to another living being?
Not even to an animal can be done such an horrible mutilation!
I feel the shame to be a man; 'cause this man is part of our world; he comes from the same place we come; he's part of our way of behaving: he fears facing women's emancipation like many of us do; he was born from a woman like we were!
But I still feel the shame to be a man!

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Prologue to The Poem of Creation

I sing  the God Almighty’s  Creation

Wherein  were firstly born Adam and Eve

Chosen  seed of any human Nation

By the timeful  they could only   conceive

 the joyfulness with no desperation

In the Eden still so far to misgive

The outcome of serpent’s   deceiveness

Which will take them off    every pureness !

I also sing  about the valiant braves,

descending  straight from the elected race,

who  such in courageous   and daring ways

     Isr’eli  people to holy surface

  They lead of  Palestine. Betray’ls, hates, loves,

     I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:

  those between God and men, tribes and kingdoms ;

  and laws, wars, exiles I sing in my  songs.

Arduous   so much however it ‘s my part,

long and full of traps my composition,

That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,

  if I dare to see myself on action,

and tremble  with my head before I start

The Old and the New Holy Narration!

My Fairy God, Firmament’s Creator

Please make me such an able narrator!

From   Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book

please drive my hand between rhymes and accents  

to enable it jointly with mind, to hook   

the most significant , deep sentiments

in order they can take a fairly look   

of  those seventy three, pious components!

If someone goes to Source for sweet tasting

  surely my efforts I won’t be wasting!

After St John 6, 51-58

Quatrains ABAB

“ I’m the living bread from heaven
If anyone eats of this bread
He’ll live for ever and ever.
This bread is my flesh which instead

I’ll give for the life of the world”
Then the Jews began to argue
Sharply among themselves: “ How could
This man give us his flesh to eat?”

The Son of Man told: “ I’ tell you
The truth, unless you eat Jesus’s
Flesh and drink His blood, you have no
Life in yourself. Whoever eats

My flesh and drinks  my blood he has
Eternal life and I will raise
Him up at the last day. Because
My flesh is real food and my blood’s

Real drink. Whoever eats my flesh
And drinks my blood remains in me
And I in him. Just as the fresh
Father sent me I’m living

Because of the Father, so those
Who feed on me will live grace for
Of me. This is the bread not close
To that manna eaten by your

Forefathers whose life did render
This bread came down from heaven and
Who feeds it will live for ever
Each pity through It being emend!

Come on Kukena! It's time to walk on your own please!!!

- It's not mum! Just hold me tight please! The world down there looks really terrifyng to me!!!
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