13/07/2022
I spent my days before in the ways and mind of a simply man.
‘If I do not seek out evil then evil will be far from me’, ‘if I mind my peace then worries and troubles wouldn’t see my face’. If I fight no man then wars wouldn’t be set against me.
And so I tread...
Forgetting the teachings of my father and the consuming prayerfully tongue of my mother, that has every night before bed told of, the powers of evil and of restless men that seeks the innocent and vanquish the unsteady in faith.
But nonchalantly I kept treading as a simpleton, without prayer, and even more so without faith!
Seemly easy things became mighty. With my spirit weakened by my own foolishness i pridefully absent the powerful weapon of Prayer.
My tongue had no power against them and when battles came, every single time I failed.
Never wanting to seek out wisdom, never wanting to put up the armor of protection, And instead of going back to my roots for guidance, I sought to make new ones.
(Of what good is a new foundation if it has no true origin).
So Still I relied on my words ‘seek no evil, see no evil’.
And oh my dreams, my dreams became a play ground for torture, every battle first began there. I had no power, had no will to fight, I wanted every struggle to be over, it was no concern of mine if I stood defeated or if I became victorious, so I laid relaxed and easy.
“make anything way won happen, happen eh Abeg I no get strength. “
Reluctant to make any real change, I spent my days devising new ways to distract my self from anything and anyone.
I craved solitude, but not for the reason a scholar would, I formed fervor but not on the path destined for I to walk on.
And every waking day, I gave hope to myself
“sit still and wait, when the time’s right it will all be for the best” I said.
Misconstruing my gut advice on discipline, growth and action.
So it continued, for days, then month, and now years.
With every battle I grew weaker in strength, but more in prideful stubbornness, I became as a dry land.
You see, seeking wisdom and understanding would have been my source for water.
Building my faith and tongue in prayer would have been seeds planted to reap a more powerful life.
(Then an awakening)
The wicked feasts on the weak, the strong they seek to defeat but often fail.
So why then do I weaken my mind and move with so little force, why do I let evil prevail over my countenance.
No chance should be given, no moment of weakness should be shown.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Ephesians 6:12
Piece By_ Festus