Can’t give up now – by Mary Mary


Inspirational, uplifting, thought-provoking and beautiful music. That’s the theme of this week.  Enjoy 🙂

Day 2:

Can’t give up now – Mary Mary

Words so poignant, yet rich in depth and meaning, lifting up the wounded, depressed and broken heart. Written in 2001, the weight of the words have added significance following the sad and sudden events of 9/11.

“Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28)


There will be mountains that I will have to climb,
And there will be battles that I will have to fight,
But victory or defeat, its up to me to decide,
But how can I expect to win if I never try.

I just cant give up now,
I come too far from where I started from,
Nobody told me the road would be easy,
And I don’t believe he’s brought me this far to leave me.

Never said there wouldn’t be trials,
Never said I wouldn’t fall,
Never said that everything would go,
The way I wanted to go,
But when my back is against the wall,
And I feel all hope is gone,
I just lift my head up to the sky,
And say help me to be strong.

I just cant give up now,
I come too far from where I started from,
Nobody told me the road would be easy,
And I don’t believe he brought me this far to leave me.

I know you didn’t bring me,
Out here to leave me lonely,
Even when I cant see clearly,
I know that you are with me so I can’t.

I just cant give up now,
I come too far from where I started from,
Nobody told me the road would be easy,
And I don’t believe he brought me this far to leave me.

I just cant give up now,
I come too far from where I started from,
Nobody told me the road would be easy,
And I don’t believe he brought me this far to leave me.

Lyrics courtesy of:

Always – by Kirk Franklin


Inspirational, uplifting, thought-provoking and beautiful music. That’s what I’d love to share over the next week or so. Hope you’ll like it 🙂

Day 1;

Always – by Kirk Franklin

Old but gold. This one always conjures up beautiful, nostalgic memories of years gone by. Almost all of Kirk’s music I find to be uplifting, musically outstanding, and lyrically on-point. This one is certainly no different.

Have a listen 🙂


You know I’ve had some lonely days,
I’ve made mistakes and had to pay,
I’ve had some friends that walked away,
Just like mama told me.

But there’s someone whose love is real,
Who cares about the way I feel
(I know You feel),
Every pain and erase every stain,
There’s peace when I call out Your name.


Jesus, You’re my everything,
The cross, You did that just for me,
So whatever You take me through,
I promise You,
I’ll spend my always with You.

No one can touch my heart like You,
Or make me smile the way You do,
I’ve finally found someone who,
Who really, truly loves me.

And when my strength has come and gone,
Your life in me, it makes me strong,
Your hand is where my heart belongs,
You took all my pain and erased every stain.


Jesus, You’re my everything,
The cross, You did that just for me,
So whatever You take me through,
I promise You,
I’ll spend my always with You.

Jesus, my whole life has changed,
Since that day I cried Your name,
For every time You brought me through,
I promise You,
I’ll spend my always with You.

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Creative Blogger Award

image Exciting news guys!!! About two weeks ago, I was nominated for the Creative Blogger Award by fellow blogger Kateri (check out their blog here – who had these lovely words to say:

“Found your blog early this Easter morning and really enjoyed your poems. They are eloquent and thought provoking. It’s not often I run across poetry with Christian themes. Because of this I have nominated you for the creative blogger award.”

Link to more of my poetry if you’re interested – Having only started my blog in January, I’m incredibly humbled to be acknowledged in this way. So, as a nominee, the rules are that I get to share 5 random things about myself, and then nominate at least 5 other bloggers for the same award. So here goes 🙂

5 Random Facts About Me

#1. I once believed my older brother was going to eat me as a child. I actually balled my eyes out in tears, only for mum to reassure me he was joking (you believe anything when you’re little #brotherlylove).

#2. (Disclaimer: don’t read if you’re eating)…… I once did a nervous poo in my reception class as I was terrified to ask my “scary” cover teacher if I could go to the toilet. Our normal teacher was off on maternity leave. Looking back, it was clear who ‘did-the-deed’ as a perfect concentric perimeter of classmates with ‘hand-over-nose’ syndrome formed around me. I cleverly (or rather deceptively) blamed it on an apparent ‘rotten egg’ I had for breakfast prepared by my aunty (in reality, it was my cousin that made us breakfast and the eggs were perfectly fine)

#3. I kept a daily diary the whole of last year which essentially gave birth to the idea of this blog. I found it a very useful tool in so many ways (unwinding, reflecting, and as a Christian thinking about God).

#4. In primary, I got 95% for a detailed story I wrote for a creative writing exam called “what I want to be when I grow up .” Amazingly, my path to studying architecture is not far off the ‘artist’ I wrote about in my comparative broken english (will post if I can find it).

#5. Music is a big part of my life, as you may have noticed throughout this blog. I play piano. A year ago started drumming and have recently started learning guitar. I enjoy a rich blend of genres influenced by my upbringing in different places. These include: RnB, hip hop, drum n bass, reggae, gospel, gospel rap, jazz, house, kwaito, ZedBeats (Zambian music), afrobeat, grime, etc, etc…. The list literally keeps on going.

My 5 Nominees

The 5 blogs I’ve chosen are all unique in their approach, style and topic. Check ’em out! I’m sure you’ll enjoy 🙂

A Caffeinated Blog

Tea Time Poems

Tinkhani B

Masuku on my Mind

Sheila Sea Poetry

Well done to you all. Keep up the good work!

Now it’s your turn. As a nominee, the rules of the Creative Blogger Award, if you so wish to participate, are as follows:

1. Display the Creative Blogger Award logo on your blog

2. Thank and tag the blog who nominated you

3. Write 5 random facts about yourself

4. Nominate a minimum of 5 other blogs and let them know

Peace 🙂

3 Month Review: March 2015


Three months into my blog and I’d just like to say a huge thank you for all your support, comments, likes, follows, shares etc. Always incredible hearing that someone’s been impacted in one way or another by my simple musings on life. Stay tuned for more content this coming month. In the mean time, here’s a look back on the last months posts. Peace 🙂

All Posts (March 12 – April 12)

Kitchen Table Wisdom – by Rachel Naomi Remens (food for thought)

Last Nights Weird Dream – Re-living a very random dream I had a few weeks ago

Recent Black/White Photography

Good Friday

“Easter” – Short Poem –

“The Art of Blagging” – Short Poem

“The Art of Blagging” – Short Poem


You pause for a sec, and take in the awkward silence.

A remote question posed, of which to you makes no sense.

A thousand eyes face up to you, all waiting in expectancy,

For that intellectual answer that would leave them all in ecstasy.

But little do they know you haven’t even got the foggiest,

But pride gets in the way, and you start speaking with such confidence.

The night before you practised in the mirror your big shpeel,

But nothing could prepare you for when Q&A is real.

Who are you trying to impress? Your own thoughts you can’t express.

As you ‘blag’ your way through, from the main point you digress.

An authoritative order, your image speaks of such ordinance,

Like politicians on question time, you try to please your audience.

As time crawls, you fill time with all manor of sound-bites,

Hoping that they don’t notice, and hoping that it all sounds right,

At first they buy the jargon, and lies that flutter from you,

But the more you speak, the less you realise that they’re not with you.

“Easter” – Short Poem


Brutal injustice, that led to such agony!

Look up on his face, and you’d almost stop recognising it.

Smug faces in the crowd, all point and laugh in ecstasy,

Just as he predicted, all his friends had simply run away.

Just before, he stood trial for a crime he didn’t commit,

The corrupt justice system is what led to all of this,

A choice between a criminal and him, they chose the latter,

And proceeded with mob justice, his back they whipped and battered.

Fast forward a few hours, there he hung in shame and mockery,

Along with two others, mounted high on three crosses.

Colourful language hurled, a shameful way to go,

The greater purpose unseen, at this point they didn’t know.

Three hours gone, as day suddenly turns to night,

The crowds that were mocking him, fled away in fright,

A man simply exclaimed, “surely, this was the Son of God!”

The temple curtain tares, what a moment to behold.

He cries in a loud voice, as he takes his final breathe,

The very Son of God, now passes into death.

Though not physically there, I too was in the crowd,

I hate, mock and abuse him, in my heart or out loud,

Pretend to ignore the brutal nails of injustice,

I helped crucify the very one who shows what ‘just’ is.

Three days after death, some women walked to his grave,

The scene that would follow, left them joyfully afraid,

“It’s empty! There’s no guards! The stones been rolled away!”

An angel at the scene says, “do not be afraid!”

The one you call The Christ, who days ago was crucified,

Is no longer dead, but has risen back to life!!

For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son,

That whoever believes him, should not perish but have life,

If we confess to him, all our shortcomings and sins,

And consider all else worthless, and simply cling to him,

He is faithful and just, to forgive us of our wrongs,

And restore us to the father, like a marriage from divorce.

Good Friday


“He grew up before him like a tender shoot,

And like a root out of dry ground.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,

Nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.

He was despised and rejected by mankind,

A man of suffering and familiar with pain.

Like one from whom people hide their faces, he was despised,

And we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering,

Yet we considered him punished by God,

Stricken by him, and afflicted.

But he was pierced for our transgressions,

He was crushed for our inequities;

The punishment that brought us peace was on him,

And by his wounds we are healed.

We all like sheep have gone astray,

Each of us have turned to our own way;

And The Lord has laid on him the inequity of us all.”

(Isaiah 53:2-6)