LOST ESSENCE II

EVE: DECEIVED AND DIS-EVED 2!

     

We can blame Adam for not owning up to his responsibility when he told our Father that, ‘it was the woman You gave me…’ In sharing these blames, Adam and Eve have their share, yet these two clans of life-givers must all leave the tents of their errors and mistakes and re-walk their legs back into what they had lost at first.

The dis-eved phenomenon is just a way of helping them realise the virtues in-placed in them.

The first thing that happens to the woman before she is dis-eved (deflowered, loses her virtue, purpose, definition, value, essence, lo se her place and feminine grace) is that she's first deceived (hypnotized, subtly seduced with words, brain-washed).
My desire is that not just a few amid our women will hold firm their definitions but a large percentage.

Recently, I was with a friend in school and a lady next to her room woke me up with her uncouth and crude talk. She was clearly exuding vulgar words that were demeaning to the female-clan. As she spoke crudely (as-in, raw) I was broken to tears coupled with anger at what kind of Eve she had become. She is totally dis- EVED!
I knew immediately that the fault is in her up-bringing, yet in life we choose what we all want to become.
I've always written to appraise and praise womanhood but this kinda-dis-eved-lady is so rife that men use this yardstick for all female folks.

Think it

LOST ESSENCE

EVE: DECEIVED AND DIS-EVED 1!

Recently, I did give an update on my face-book home in answer to face-book's question:
'what's on your mind?'
How much these face-book guys get from our logging and writing I know not, yet I forward my ovation to them for creating this worthy platform for meeting.

Just a by the way.
Yep, I feel prompted to write this 'cause of the responses I got when I wrote on my face-book wall:

'Eve was not just deceived (by the devil), she was dis-eved, making her lose the virtues of her core-essence in life and that's why most women suffer from identity problem'

Some female folks commended, yet some criticized. That's the point. Not all the female folks will agree with me 'cause one way or the other, purpose had met them, wooed them with a proposal and they agreed. Such, work their lives' walk or walk their lives' work with an identification of their purpose. Yes, such can be termed the definition that matters in life, like my ‘etam luos’ (read from the behind if you are inquisitive). 'cause in them lies that virtue that makes life be. In them, deep in the chemistries that make their character(s) and psyche(s), one would see this inscription:

'I'm the essence of life, the quality that makes life be'.

These few amongst many of the female folks have left that pit where mother-eve made that mistake. They have discovered that in them is the essence that produces life. They have dusted themselves from that error of the past and they have walked into their true realities. They are no longer a burlesque of the woman God patterned and intended.
While studying some few theologies, I had learnt that the hebrew-root-word for 'Eve' is, 'giver of life'.
But, ‘when the purpose of a thing is not known, abuse is inevitable.’

I've lived in the slum and also felt the affluence of life's wealth, like Paul who had learnt both to do well in surplus and in want. Like Christ, our High Priest, I've felt both sides like the feelings of infirmities, frailties, to do good and not to; to have a purpose and not to. It is in this that I've discovered that the root of every abuse, immorality, and the demeaning act of immorality is the woman’s inability to understand her true self.

Yes! She made that mistake of being deceived but to remain dis-EVED (loosing her place as the core-essence of life) is her choice.
Think it.

DON'T ACT THE SCENE

BEHIND THE SCENE

I have seen through the facades of our faces. Behind the masks on our faces, the realities hidden in our innocent compliments, curtsies and smiles. Feigning it through, like everything is fair, and life has always embraced us with her endearing-warm-coat of many colours, laced with petals of roses.

No tears, no regrets, no remorse. Like Jesus had written our lives' scripts with a dimpled smile, not putting such moments of tears, struggles, challenges or regrets, as some ‘artificial us’ will term 'abundant life'.

Such hypocrisy that I have only seen Pharisees exude with saintly dexterity has found its’ way into our normal lives at an optimal peak.

I have seen and counseled ladies and men who have out of their getting sincere with themselves, put aside those castles of their super-man and super-woman-manliness and accept their frailties, weaknesses, struggles, yearnings, and desires.

Evoking and expressing such emotion with soft-salty-tears. Such that translates the words their hearts and lips can’t find expressions for.
I have at such moments seen the child in them and the desire in them, wishing they were still kids, wrapped in the security of their parents, sucking through their mothers’ breast of love.

I have learnt through all these that we all need to face a reality of what happens to us behind the scenes, and such sincerity will help us find succour in the hands of people who truly love and care, especially such that have been through what we have. Like an high priest who was at all points been tempted like we, Christ sure feels what we go through and He will sure lavish His love on us with all wisdom and prudence. For He has said; ‘cast thy burdens on Me for I care for you’. Such assurance that we get from the fact that His love to us is awe-inspiring should open our hearts to be vulnerable to this love.

For me, far beyond the smiles of my face, there are large numbers of the behind the scene contents in the pages of my life.

For us, the warmth that we need is for God to hug us with His embrace of love...behind the scenes of our lives.

DON'T ACT THE SCENE

BEHIND THE SCENE

I have seen through the facades of our faces. Behind the masks on our faces, the realities hidden in our innocent compliments, curtsies and smiles. Feigning it through, like everything is fair, and life has always embraced us with her endearing-warm-coat of many colours, laced with petals of roses.

No tears, no regrets, no remorse. Like Jesus had written our lives' scripts with a dimpled smile, not putting such moments of tears, struggles, challenges or regrets, as some ‘artificial us’ will term 'abundant life'.

Such hypocrisy that I have only seen Pharisees exude with saintly dexterity has found its’ way into our normal lives at an optimal peak.

I have seen and counseled ladies and men who have out of their getting sincere with themselves, put aside those castles of their super-man and super-woman-manliness and accept their frailties, weaknesses, struggles, yearnings, and desires.

Evoking and expressing such emotion with soft-salty-tears. Such that translates the words their hearts and lips can’t find expressions for.
I have at such moments seen the child in them and the desire in them, wishing they were still kids, wrapped in the security of their parents, sucking through their mothers’ breast of love.

I have learnt through all these that we all need to face a reality of what happens to us behind the scenes, and such sincerity will help us find succour in the hands of people who truly love and care, especially such that have been through what we have. Like an high priest who was at all points been tempted like we, Christ sure feels what we go through and He will sure lavish His love on us with all wisdom and prudence. For He has said; ‘cast thy burdens on Me for I care for you’. Such assurance that we get from the fact that His love to us is awe-inspiring should open our hearts to be vulnerable to this love.

For me, far beyond the smiles of my face, there are large numbers of the behind the scene contents in the pages of my life.

For us, the warmth that we need is for God to hug us with His embrace of love...behind the scenes of our lives.

JUST FEIGNING

OUR PRETENCES 1

Like me,

Most of us, many of us hide in the facade that we are just perfect, that we don't have some inner struggles and guilts that we battle with. Like if the pages of our pasts are opened, we wont find contrition and remorse on the things we wish we never did; the words we wish we never said or the words we wished we spoke, maybe to someone you knew you love but we try not to own up with this, feigning it doesn’t hurt us, yet it burns our spirit and tears our emotions.

Oh! You still say: ‘yes Asirvo, I know myself? Hmmmm… I know, I just wish your entire life be replayed in our presence and all the thoughts that flow through your minds, hidden and bottled there.

Like me,

Many of us feign it, that we are not crazy about money. We make dazzling phrases like '...money is the root evil...' blah blah blah. But is it? This conundrum should be answered after re-checking through the Holy Book that you professed to have told you that.
My friend Semilore doesn’t agree. He says: ‘money after God provides the best security and though it can’t buy love, yet it gives us a leverage in the 'garden of love'

Me?

I like money, though with a purpose. Money doesn’t drive me, I drive it.

Yep,

During my ND days as a student in one of the Nigerian polytechnics, a lecturer while lecturing called some of my course-mates including a friend of mine, Yomi Brown.
He asked them if they like women and one of them bashfully, with a kind of christian-hypocritical-demeanour said: 'I don’t like women'.
Mind him not, he was or I would rather say he is an 'S.U.’ (a Christian slang used for people that have piety). Yet I saw behind the face that stared at the question that he was just feigning the act. I saw his yearning to be far loosed from the web of religion, wishing he could confess the truth. I saw it in the corridors of his eyes, through into his mind, 'he loves women!’ He actually does love women!
But, what was he thinking? Does he think his confession will make him loose his chastity or he feared what other Christians like him would say?
All these fake Christian packaging sef...

My friend?
He confessed! He loves women like crazy, and lucky him, he won the heart of one of the charming belle in our class then.

Now,
He has a charming-plum-belle that I intend to marry. He is a father now to this beauteous daughter called, Chelsea.
Surprised about the name?
It means 'shore of wealth' and not...

What on earth were you thinking?

Me?
I like women, and I value that beautiful clan of angels. I wish I met their pioneer-mother, Eve.

The truth,
we all should own up to whatever we feel, do, think, want and just stop faking it!
Just be real!