2 Month Review: Feb 2015

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Thanks again for your support. Here’s a quick summary of what I’ve been up to over the past month in the blogger-sphere. Still lots to come, so stay tuned ūüôā


All posts (Feb 12 – March 12)

– “Poor Man’s Tale” – Short Poem –¬†Inspired by an experience I had a few weeks earlier when 2 homeless people asked for money. My response was like most people, I presume, but¬†was I right?

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/11/poor-mans-tale-short-poem/

– 1 Month Review – Top 10 Posts –¬†Review of last month’s¬†blog posts

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/12/1-month-thanks-for-stopping-by/

– “Tales of an Introvert” – Short Poem¬†–¬†An introverted perspective on life.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/19/tales-of-an-introvert-short-poem/

– What is love? –¬†Valentines special. The bibles definition of what love is.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/11/what-is-love/

– Welcome Home – Guvna B (ft Ja Rule Interlude) –¬†Thought provoking music challenging the¬†traditional view of church being for a specific type of person. Also features interview with BET, MTV¬†and GQ award winner Ja Rule whose view of church as ‘strict’ was flipped in an incredible experience. Well worth a listen.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/03/welcome-home-guvna-b-ft-ja-rule-interlude/

– Letter to Hip Hop –¬†Reflections on the¬†song ‘Dear Hip Hop – by Bizzle’ who¬†challenges¬†the lessons that mainstream hip hop teaches us. Check it out.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/letter-to-hip-hop/

– Football Culture: An emotional connection –¬†As a football lover, I share my thoughts¬†on the weight of emotion that we often place on¬†the beautiful game.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/02/18/football-culture-an-emotional-connection/

– “Anti-social Media” – Short Poem –¬†Losing touch with those around because of endless ‘social media’ distractions?Here’s a short poem inspired by this very topic.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/2015/03/04/anti-social-media-short-poem/

Updated Pages:

– YouTube Channel (updated) –¬†My covers of several songs I like. Enjoy!

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/youtube-channel/

– About (updated) –¬†Still unsure what the¬†blogs about, check out the about me page.

https://reposedthought.wordpress.com/about/

Thanks for stopping by ūüôā

Learn generosity when you are poor

Sky Sports Pic..because sharing doesn’t always come naturally to us..

“Each of you should give what you have decided to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.”

(2 Corinthians 9:7)


This verse struck me at a specific time last year when I was simply looking out for ‘number 1’ [myself]¬†with little to no real regard for others. As a student, getting a loan is such a grand feeling and your first thought, besides catching up on¬†bills, is “what can I spend it on?” Now, there’s nothing inherently wrong with spending money on yourself – by all means, do. It’s great! But when that consideration for “self” far outweighs that for others or¬†greater still God, then alarm bells should start ringing. Jesus puts it like this:

“Love The Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: love your neighbour as yourself.”

(Matthew 22:37-39)

We can be generous of our time, money, hospitality, possessions, etc. A helpful acronym in considering how to apply this is this:

JOY = Jesus Others Yourself


Prayer: – To learn what generosity looks like in my life

РTo look to Jesus as the example of how to love my neighbour

– To be more generous even when I have little as it will be of great benefit when I have a lot

Chipolopolo 2015: Can history repeat itself?

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Abstract:¬†Short poem about the Zambia national football team (aka Chipolopolo or Copper Bullets). In the build up to the Africa Cup¬†of¬†Nations 2015, I reflect¬†on Zambia’s¬†astonishing¬†and historic victory at the 2012 edition of the tournament. Could it happen again?


We sat crouched! Fingers crossed, hearts pounding,

Awaiting the result that would leave them all astounded.

A young man steps up to lay stake among the greats,

Sunzu his name, one kick and then we celebrate.

 

‚ÄúThe elephants‚ÄĚ, they called them, as a sign of their power,

Yet they seemed to falter at their supposed ‚Äėdivine hour.‚Äô

Not a chance was given against such opposition,

Yet if they lose now they’ll be a mass inquisition.

One step, two step, three step, BOOM!

A sharp piercing silence suddenly fills the room.

The weight of this moment precedes grown men’s cries,

As we remember our dearly loved brothers who died.

Years before they chased the same final destination,

Only to have their lives cut short like abbreviations.

KK11 we remember you still today,

May your spirit of ambition spur us on as we play.

 

So many greats have risen since your sad and sudden fate,

Kalusha, Tana, Lota, among many candidates.

But none awarded the privilege to lift the great cup,

Till the lads of 2012, an unlikely make-up.

 

Woohoo! We did it! Come and have a look,

Though all the doubters still claim it was only but a fluke.

Yes, ok. We’ve had a blip from then until now,

But¬†now we‚Äôre ready, ‚Äėbola panshi‚Äô playing¬†style.

The fans they yell¬†‚ÄúChipolopolo!¬†Iyeeeee,‚ÄĚ

Love us or loath us, we have come here to stay,

Whether at home, in town or even a cafe,

Go Go Zambia! We’ll cheer you all the way.

My Testimony – New Life

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Abstract: Find out the story of how I became a Christian (follower of Jesus), what that means for me now and how that affects my future.


I grew up in a calm, loving, Christian family as the youngest of 5 kids.¬†I¬†was brought up to believe in a God that loved me enough to¬†die in my place¬†even when I never knew I needed saving. As¬†kids, we¬†would attend Sunday school virtually every¬†week where we’d learn more about God (who he was,¬†his love, what that meant for us, etc).

As I grew slightly older, I became more aware of the fact that none of the things I did made me a Christian, not even my upbringing, family ties or even the fact that I went to church, read my bible and prayed every now and again.

It says in the bible “If you declare with your mouth, ‚ÄúJesus is Lord,‚ÄĚ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” (Romans 10:9). That means ultimate forgiveness of¬†passed, present and future wrongs.

One sunny afternoon (well, most¬†afternoons are¬†sunny in Zambia!), my¬†bro and I were playing and generally messing around as usual. Our conversation rapidly became more serious as¬†we started¬†talking about God (I was 8 at the time). He asked if I was a Christian. Knowing all I did¬†from Sunday school, I knew that I hadn’t taken a personal step of faith of¬†asking Jesus into my life. I believed he existed and loved me,¬†but had never asked him into my life. So I¬†answered¬†“no.”

Our conversation continued¬†and I remember feeling a huge sense of guilt for not acknowledging God more in my life, especially given how much I knew already. I must have shed a wee tear as I prayed to ask him¬†to forgive my wrong doing and asked him to come into my life. After praying this,¬†there was an overwhelming sense of joy that filled my young heart that to this day I can’t explain other than it being something of God.


The bible makes no promises that being a Christian will make life easier. In fact, it promises quite the opposite. The road ahead will get tougher.

“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.¬†But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” (Matthew 7:13-14)


As I’ve grown older, I have experienced several difficulties and trials but these have only served as evidence of the bible verse above. For example,¬†the past 3 years, I’ve lost a¬†cousin, my grandma and my¬†uncle¬†– very difficult and distressing¬†times. It¬†still¬†breaks my heart whenever I think about it. The difficulty of being so far from home [Zambia], complication and expense of travel made things even tougher. I have no doubt that God placed the individuals he used into my life to help lighten the burden of broken-heartedness and I’m forever¬†grateful (you know yourselves).

My journey is on the narrow road that leads to life and the current pleasures that are promised by the wide road are like a mirage in the desert, they look appealing to ease my current woes but vanish in an instant in the end. My understanding of the bible and love for God has grown tremendously.


People often refer to the bible as the “good news” of¬†Jesus. But what exactly makes it so good? I always remember¬†Dwayne Tryumf¬†– a London based gospel rapper – once indicating¬†that if it is in fact “good news,” then there must be some bad news that precedes it in order to¬†make the ‘good’ news ‘good’, right?¬†Well, that’s what I’d like to talk about briefly¬†as I conclude because I believe it has huge implications on the choice of¬†whether to believe in God or not.

The bible speaks of God creating all things perfect in the beginning including mankind (Genesis 1-2), but by chapter 3 we had turned our backs on him and in effect chosen to be our own gods and the rulers of our own destinies. This meant that the close relationship we once had with God was now cut off. This judgement was passed down to all descendants and generations that followed Adam and Eve (the first man and woman) and the ultimate punishment for this is death and separation from God forever.

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 6:23)

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23)

But God, because he loved us, showed us mercy and offered himself as a perfect sinless sacrifice to die in our place.¬†He came into¬†the world as a baby, Jesus (the reason we celebrate¬†Christmas), and died the death that took away the Father’s anger towards us and was buried with it. But, as we celebrate at Easter, he rose from the dead three days later having defeated sin and death.


What This All Means?¬†For my future, I live in¬†expectancy¬†and knowledge of a future life spent with God in heaven. But this is not some fluffy grey bearded god-like character that sits up in the clouds somewhere and is distant and always passing judgement, as he’s so often¬†portrayed. He is a very personal and relational God. Christianity is not about being religious but all about a relationship.

My closing challenge to you, if you’re still with me, is to not simply take my word for it but¬†look these claims up for yourself.

“Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God” (John 1:12).

The Angry Sharpness Monster

Background:¬†Sharpness is a village in Gloucestershire county, England and¬†is the location for my final year architecture project. This short fictional story is the result of a day-long story telling workshop which pushed our imaginations¬†to create weird and wonderful stories. Here’s mine.

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Dissolute! That’s the only way to describe it,
Nothing much to do there you could hardly even hide it.
But scratch under its surface and there lay vast opportunity,
A story told of fisherman Trevor and his near bravery.

Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,
The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.
Off he went red eyed and yawning like a hippo,
Under the iron bridge, through the lock and past the silo.

As mist and fog lay low over the Severn’s near horizon,
He suddenly steered violently to prevent a near collision.
‚ÄúWhat was that,‚ÄĚ he anxiously muttered under his breath,
As the sea arose he feared he’d capsize to his imminent death.

A dark slithering shadow appeared in the deep blue waters,
A moment of sheer panic replaced by thoughts of his wife and daughters.
With forearm over his brow, eyes squinting to try and see,
He finally realised what the mass in the river could be.

For years he’d heard tales of the beast that lay beneath,
Claiming the lives of fishermen with its gigantic teeth.
He would ordinarily pass these tales off as nothing new,
Or tales by blokes at the country club who’d simply ‚Äėhad a few‚Äô.

He charged back through the lock with monster in close pursuit,
Back under the iron bridge he tried to remain resolute.
So dark he¬†couldn’t¬†find his barring‚Äôs using the tall¬†cranes,
He felt lost and trapped, like being bound in iron chains.

Only weapon on board was a plank and fishing rod,
But how would that challenge such a creature so thick and broad?
Up and down the canal his eyes rapidly browsed,
Knowing the anger of the Sharpness Monster had been aroused.

Suddenly! All fell silent and the waters remarkably calm,
And all he could hear was the voice of his nagging mum.
For just as all within him wanted to yell and scream,
He awoke relieved realising he’d simply had a bad dream.

(By Gome, 2014)

Welcome to my world!

Hi. Welcome to my world!

Journey with me¬†Journey with me…


My name is Gome, a young Christian and student of architecture. I love football, piano, drumming, art, travel, writing, and cooking among other interests that I intend to share in this blog. As I share these insights, I aspire to inspire, encourage, motivate and humour you, my audience. Thanks so much for stopping by.


Why¬†Reposed Thought?¬†The word¬†‘repose’ is inspired by a¬†first year design project where we were asked to create 3 spaces (for repose, conviviality¬†and¬†making) using 3 shapes (circle, square, triangle) and encouraged to develop a story narrative for how each space connected to the other. The term evokes a state of¬†rest or tranquillity and when fused with the word ‘thought’ gives the idea of reflection (tranquil reflection). As a Christian, I find it particularly valuable spending time¬†in the quiet place, whether its reading the bible or walking and praying as it helps renew my strength.

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High [God] will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” (Psalm 91:1)


Expressing myself through different media¬†has always been a feature of my life even¬†from an early age. Whether it was a¬†creative writing exam, or sketching¬†a place we visited on holiday from memory, my early years were¬†spent absorbing my surroundings – kind of like a sponge.¬†I feel ready to now share what I’ve learned.

2015 is a special year for me as I celebrate spending exactly half my life in Zambia (my homeland) and half in England Рtwo somewhat similar yet vastly different experiences. Their cultures, climate (still finding England cold), food, people, norms, and traditions have undoubtedly helped shape my character, tolerance and overall perspective of the world.

I invite you to join me on my first EVER blogging journey to see what the world looks like through my eyes.

Enjoy the ride.

Bless ūüôā