Guard Your Art With Diligence

Continuing my Notes to Self on the art:

Guard your Art with Diligence
They want your art to reach people and places you, the artist, can’t and wouldn’t reach.

It – the art – has to speak languages you don’t even understand. It has to get to borderlines of war and peace; of oppression and equity. It has to criticize and it has to judge (judge not that you may not be judge? Well your art has been judged!). Your art has to think and make others think. Your art has to trouble the waters and it must not sink when it walks on said-waters. ‘Peace be still‘ will be for your art when you arrive so bring it and most importantly, your art has to be on its own. Be able to live in another house from you, talk differently, talk back at you when you write, play lawn tennis with you even if it’s just you against the wall (pun intended!). Your art must set you against the world. If it doesn’t do this they (check previous post)don’t believe you.

You art has to have a heart.

Your art must fall in love and love others just like it loves itself. Your art must be ready to follow you for sacrifice even when there is no ram in sight (yes! remember Abraham and Isaac?). Your art must walk by faith and not by sight. You must teach your art to pray, to believe; to trust; to own itself because when you are gone, it would be left alone to fight for itself. Your heart must love but it must love you and this is very difficult because your art is a teenager every other day.

Which brings you to the tough one.

Your art must not be raped by the wrong ideology.

In fact your art must keep it’s virginity till… Well forever because if your art becomes a mother of anarchy, wrong doctrine and false perception, the wrong perspective and all the bad secenerios of the world today, you are a bad Parent artist. So curb your art when it talks back at you but listen to your art when it is hungry. When it is angry, admit why and provide the answers why it shouldn’t. Your art is pious if you think it is and it is the best to see this too. On a second thought, your art should get pregnant at the right time. Good art brings good doctrine, wisdom and long life.

Your art has no gender but it is endangered.

Giant-Panda kind of endangered. Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren’t so beautiful. Not to state the actual scenerio. Your art is bitter because you are. Your art hurts people like knife piercing through the heart almost like a double-edged sword because you either are a swordsman or woman; that or you’ve been equally hurt. Your art is you but don’t try to be your art. It is dangerous.

To be continued

HE-LOVES-ME by Olatunde Obafemi 

HE led me through raging lions and tormenting seas but HE kept me, didn’t tempt me. HE preserved me, my voice and gave me a choice to become great or become late.

My crossroad was the cross, the truth was my guide but I was a visitor so I carried little. This world was not my own neither the bread which used to be stone. These trials and hard times, these battles, these wars which were waged within were not mine, anymore. 

I owned nothing but I owed nothing. HE was  my pilot, my greatest lot, my vault of treasury, my salt and armoury. With HIM, I overcame the mistake of lying to myself, with HIM I overcame the stakes of dying to myself. I died and resurrected only by HIS name sake. 

I bruised the heads of a hydra, even the snake which wielded the most abominable thing: sin. By HIS stripes I was healed but as HIS scribe my joy was sealed. This beginning smelt like the air was exhaled by tongues of fire, breaths of old beliefs broken because HE loves me.

I love HIM too, Jesus the CHRIST 


Day14 – GOOD-EVIL 

But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth.

James 3:14 KJV 

Its not something to rejoice over when you strive with people.

Grudges are not medals, hatred is no trophy. 

If you are bitter with someone, you automatically become salt which has lost its savour and most be disposed. Imagine being disposed…now don’t imagine, work towards an alternative result. 

Follow peace with all (wo)men. Be good and mean it, think it and say it. Be it! Don’t harbour evil within and cloth it with good. Guess what, its still evil.

This verse cautions: don’t glory in bitterness and envy or strife in your heart. 

Further to this, don’t lie against the truth. Don’t antagonize the truth or be an enemy to it. Embrace that which is right, be right from within and not a remix of the tree of good and evil. 😧 

God bless you!


In the need to believe in miracles and to feel them for their true worth comes the best quenching session ever. In the slumber of my thoughts, I had bit my lips with a teeth-thrust misled in ecstasy and even in the ridge of my expectations, I found my reward bitter; the pleasure was bitter and I found it lurking within my tongue like liquor to foetus.

The best miracles are lain waste to our renaissance at times; best concealed in lists of preference: The gift of life, the rise of the sun, the rise of His Son, the theft of grace; the apathy of inventions, pain and holy anger, the warmth of the eyes, the cage of the flesh and all the weakness to be spared still; even the remembrance of redemption and the creation of salvation before sin. Yet in all these, it is love that is the spine and to me, the greatest of them all is the glee of forgiven sins.

Not to dismiss the filth of human weakness or the aperture of temptation, the goal of a sinner is to define sin long enough to own it or overcome it. Above, was how I described the sin worth overcoming. The bitter sexuality of a dark corridor and the absence of the holy reckoning. At times, we are our own slumber and the spirit is not awakened. Invariably, sin becomes a caretaker and lies in the bounty of the heart’s wealth. It is the grease to the royal gold-crown. It is a playmate of a geese and one without the knowledge of God (no matter how acclaimed)

My thoughts sum themselves up. Sin is a fouler only if it is admitted to play and with the best humour in reverse. Stealing from life and after-life. It is a loan which you cannot pay by simply – and by that i mean only – working for a wage. It is grace we need to accompany our work or walk to eternity. It is faith that makes the equation of actions complete. Nevertheless, as a brother rightly informed me, grace cannot be earned simply by the flesh unreserved. Grace is the bonanza on a feathered justice and on the palm of history.

So in the best moment of chewing and warring among members, in a wilderness or in a dark corridor, in the year of the lord or in the time of the steel age, my soul ascends to testify that the power of sin was captured only to regain itself when we, sinners, give it to him. In the absence of which there is no actual sin unto man and self.

And that all has been

Truth: a glimpse

That from God came man

That from God came man

It is true
That from God came man
And from man came gods

It is true
That from darkness came light
And light conquers darkness

It is true
That truth is measured by lies
But only truth can unveil lies

And beginnings have ends

And beginnings have ends

It is true
That ends have beginnings
And beginnings have ends

And that all has been

And that all has been

It is true
That nothing (really) is
And that all has been