Who do you say I am – Poem

How many different ways, could I possibly explain?

And paint the same picture, with words that are plain?

You’ve marvelled at the signs, and you’ve come back to see miracles,

But still don’t understand the simple message at the pinnacle.

First things first, I AM the bread of life,

Feast up on my words, and be forever satisfied,

The thing you’ve been chasing, is just a façade,

It won’t satisfy your thirst, like a mirage.

Do not be afraid, I’m the light of the world,

The darkness will flee, as my light is unfurled,

Showing you the pathway, even through the valley of death,

I’m still there, your every prayer I have heard.

I AM the good shepherd, through good times or strife,

For the sake of my sheep, I would lay down my life,

All because of love, I was battered and bruised,

Inspired by my love, for both Gentiles and Jews.

So come into my presence, for I’m the only door,

And leave behind your baggage, and wonder no more,

Salvation is promised, to all who will enter,

Life to the fullest, with me at the centre.

I AM the only way, the truth and the life,

All other pathways, will lead you to strife,

The world offers hope, that is built in the sand,

But mine to the end, is the rock that will stand,

I AM the resurrection, and I AM the life,

I speak into darkness; and give it  new life,

I raised up Lazarus, and set him free,

To show God’s power, ingrained in me,

I AM the true vine; the gardener’s the Father,

He prunes and perfects, for his glory, and honour,

I AM that I AM, before time began,

Of all you have heard, who do you say I am?

©2018, by Gome – original poem

Originally shared on Heirs Magazine

2 Timothy 1 – Short Poem

As I gaze at the weight, of the task at hand,

And wonder how I could be part of the plan,

I’m timid and weak, my words often fail,

Lord, why would you not, just choose someone else?


Someone with boldness, someone with faith,

Someone whose words, simply hold more weight,

Someone like Paul, who even in chains,

Still found a way, of proclaim your name,


But Father forgive me! Forgetful man,

It’s not for my actions, or things I’ve done,

It’s only by grace, and only your love,

Your purpose revealed, through Jesus the man,


Lord help us to stand, in this world full of sin,

As pressures to change, slowly weigh us in,

Clinging onto Christ, and his blood-drenched cross,

Your intimate love, at ultimate cost


©2018, by Gome

Image Credit: Tom & Jerry Online

20 Favourite Poetic One-Liners (Rhyming)


“Blinded by the lights, I’m drawn in by the crowds,

An eclectic group of people, rubbing shoulders without smiles”


“Started out as kids, stealing Pepsi cans and sweets,

But nowadays being stopped and asked questions by police”


“Life flashed by, I was soon reminiscing,

As slowly I drowned, in a plateaued Ambition”


“Yesterday she was the one, yet today we call her old news,

And move onto the next one, Our values greatly skewed”


“Our last conversation I now contemplate,

Abruptness of what followed made my heart disintegrate”


“But soon there would be trouble, and unforeseen change,

Which led to separation, and hearts so full of rage”


“Freedom of expression, hell-bent at its mastery,

But when it didn’t flow, anxiety seeped craftily”


“At this stark situation, tales of devastation,

Families ripped apart, and destroyed past restoration”


“His words cut through, like a dagger to the heart,

Exposing their hypocrisy; blind religiosity”


“Demonically possessed, with intent to spread fear,

Instead were met with bravery, and love beyond compare,”


“Mundane! Everyday is the same,

Wake up, go to work. Slowly going insane”


“What did they even mean by that? And why said in that tone?

I dialogue internally to calculate my wrongs”


“A queue jumper the highlight, as she mussels her way past me,

An angry woman shouts “Oi! You must be a nutter!”


“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”


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

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


“But no one else was there, so she posts pics on the internet,

900 friends, but no one there to share the moment with”


“Wish I said all of the things that were locked up in my mind,

But now times gone, it feels like I’m wasting mine”


“It’s cold, you’re ignored, and exposed to the elements,

Abandoned in negligence, considered irrelevant”


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

As we remember our dearly loved brothers who died.”


“Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,

The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.”

All the above poems are originals written & composed by the author of Reposed Thought:

© Gome

Thanks for stopping by

Screen Watching on the Train

Every single person within eye-shot on my rush-hour train was on their mobile phone, laptop or tablet. This made me feel as though I too should be looking at something just to blend in… and so I did.

However, I quickly ran out of stuff to do as it mostly involved scrolling aimlessly through social media sites – liking, swiping, following and unfriending (😜😂 Sorry if that was you).

It felt like copious amounts of useless dribble. So I decided to indulge my curiosities in a cheeky spot of ‘screen-watching’ to see what all the fuss was about.

It soon hit me that most people were doing the exact same thing that I was – aimlessly scrolling through their phones to pass time when they really didn’t need to use them.

  • A more serious problem..

Nomophobia” is said to be the fear of being without a mobile phone.

Mobile phones, like basically every man-made invention, have several side effects when abused including withdrawal symptoms, text neck and using them to deal with unwanted emotions (check this link for more smartphone addictions).

Essentially, our mobiles – which were created to make communication easier – have made us more reclusive, self-centred and agitated.

If you’re anything like me, you probably pat yourself down in agitation at the slightest opportunity to make sure your phone is on you.

  • So what now..?

I’m no medical expert (so please I beg do not quote me) but even I can draw links between socio-communicative breakdown and mobile phone addiction.

From a small scale domestic setting, where babies can’t settle unless they have a phone to play with, to a wider community that doesn’t interact, something needs to change.

One helpful recommendation, as suggested by Psych Guides is to download an app to limit your phone usage. This and consciously choosing to disconnect are among several other recommendations. Check the link for more info.

Ironically, I wrote all this on my phone whilst on the train. Ah well..

Dear writers: where do you begin?

I would love to hear from you if you are a writer or blogger or just someone that needs to constantly create. You could be into art, music, photography – you name it.

My question to you is “where do you begin?” People sometimes ask how I come up with new content for my blog. To tell you the truth, there is no set formula or pre-planned pattern that I follow.

Most of it is quite spontaneous thought or inspired by real life events that trigger something inside. Other things may include books I’ve been reading, song lyrics or conversations with others.

I would love to know how other people go about their creative processes. I’ve written a few questions below [which you can pick and choose according to relevance] to help tease out some ideas.

Any and all feedback would be much appreciated.

Many thanks,


– What do you blog/write/create?

– How did you get into it?

– When starting something new, where do you begin?

– Is your creativity quite spontaneous or well planned over time?

– What inspires/influences you?

– Do you ever suffer a creativity-block?

– If so, how do you overcome it?

– What blogs/books/influencers do you follow that you would recommend?

Dear London – Short Poem

Dear London and Manny, thank you for your spirit,

Through tragedy and trial, with love you pushed through it,

Those shocking, heart-breaking and gut-wrenching nights,

Of so few so cowardly, it begs the question “Why?”

Disastrous, unfathamable, careless-little-minds,

Descended on your streets, steeling from them many lives,

Demonically possessed, with intent to spread fear,

Instead were met with bravery, and love beyond compare,

Arising from the ashes, dusted off in defiance,

“Enough is enough!” Fear shall never define us,

Nor will it divide us, but bring us ever closer,

Lest victory be handed, to those mindless little loners,

In a game of top trumps, love triumphs over all,

Not acting like Pharisees, who’d look but ignore,

And to the many helpers, who acted on instinct,

Stared death in the face, yet helped without flinching,

Known to mind your business, the way you mind the gap,

Instead you flipped the script, with love unwrapped,

We thank you for you bravery, we thank you for your love,

Refreshing and brotherly, beyond and above.

Zambia: Day Seven – Lord’s Day

Background: Recent extracts from my travel journal taken at the end of each day whilst on holiday in Zambia, my home country. Enjoy!

Day Seven:

We spent our only Sunday in Zambia visiting Kabwata Baptist Church, Lusaka. So good to see and hear so many people singing God’s praises. We joined them during a very challenging series of talks titled  the “lethal poison of hypocrisy.” Here’s a link to the sermon: Hypocrisy and External Righteousness.

Great bumping into old friends after the church service.

Out and about..

The rest of the day was chilled, mostly with friends and family.

Sunday morning traffic in Lusaka (Lsk)

Approaching the Central Business District (CBD) in the distance from Independence Avenue.

Approaching Kafue roundabout from the east.

Old icon: Findeco House standing proud with its iconic silhouette an integral part of the Lusaka skyline.

Cairo Road heading north.

New Society House Tower.

New Society House clad in copper.

Beginning of the Great North Road towards Kabwe, Kapiri Mposhi and the Copperbelt Province.

Great North Road, Lusaka.

Heroes National Stadium..

The home of Zambian football. A week earlier, this stunning venue hosted Zambia’s successful 2-0 win over Senegal in the final of the Afcon under 20’s cup. I can only imagine the crazy scenes out here at the time.

This Stadium has become something of an icon as you enter the city from the north. It’s name draws inspiration from the ashes of our fallen national team of 1993. The national teams plane crashed off the coast of Gabon as Zambia was on it’s way to a world cup qualifier. Everyone on board died killing what was widely regarded as the country’s most talented generation of footballers. I was only 1 at the time, so don’t have first hand memories of the day, but have grown up to understand the significance of that tragic day. Born from the ashes, a new generation of gifted young stars has risen to take their place at the pinnacle of Zambian football, even winning the African Cup of Nations 2012. This is now their home.

New mixed-use tower going up in Olympia, just behind Mulungushi Conference Centre.

And finally, Great East Road heading east passed the University of Zambia.

End of another great day, more to follow tomorrow.

Stay tuned..


Zambia: Day One – Welcome Home

Background: Recent extracts from my travel journal taken at the end of each day whilst on holiday in Zambia, my home country. Enjoy!

Day One:

Welcome back to Zambia! Welcome back to Africa! That’s what today was all about for my mum and I, my first trip home in just over 5 years. The excitement was building in the days and weeks leading up to today, but finally it was here. Several events along the way threatened to kill the mood, but nothing could ever dampen the spirit of being back in ‘the motherland.’

Jomo Kenyatta International Airport, Kenya

First bit of sunshine: while waiting for a connecting flight to Lusaka, the sun came out to full height within minutes. I mean minutes! From pitch black when we arrived to full height, blazing hot sunshine. This is something I guess we took for granted before being exposed to the ever changing British climate.

Lusaka, Zambia

New airport terminal going up at Kenneth Kaunda International Airport, Lusaka. Looking forward to seeing it complete.

Airport road back to Lusaka. It’s very green as its the rainy season.

Garden City shopping mall, heading East out of Lusaka.

La Familia

I don’t really like posting pictures of family or friends on WordPress as it’s such a public domain, but we were met with lots of warm hugs, smiley faces and heart-felt joy. There’s a real sense of joy and community in Zambia like no other. Maybe I’m just biased, but I genuinely think that despite any challenges we may face, Zambians must be among the happiest people on earth.

Not all good though

Unfortunately, day one was tainted with much incident and frustration. From my bank card being blocked in transit to luggage being tampered with before leaving (in the name of security checks), it wasn’t the perfect start we had hoped for. To add to this, a car carelessly but not seriously bumped into us at a junction (all involved were ok, thankfully). A few hours of endless ‘to-ing and fro-ing’ over the issue whilst adjusting to the boiling hot weather and we were finally on our way. Unfortunately, it was now night time and the day was gone after what felt like a wasted afternoon.

Good way to end the day though

The best way to end any day in Zambia, no matter how stressful, is to soak up an amazing sunset. At just 15° latitude South, almost every sunset is dramatic and spectacular.


The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. (Psalm 19:1)

Zambia: Visiting ‘home-home’

Background: Join me for the next few weeks as I share retrospectively this most recent adventure.. to Zambia!!!!!

As I scrolled through the on-board ‘easy-listening’ music section, I came across a song from the archives of my primary schools music rooms called “morning has broken.” Rather than send me to sleep, as I presume was the intention of this mix, it suddenly woke up my mind.

This unexpected memory conjured up lots of mixed emotions all at once; some happy, some sad. While the memory of this song took me to a very ‘happy place’ in my life, sat down singing along to Mr Banda (my music teacher) tinkering away on the keys, I was also reminded of the harsh reality of going back home. The thought that certain loved ones were now no more. Certain people from that ‘happy place’ I would never see again.

See, I was on my way home, or ‘home-home’ as I’ve come to know it. The place of my birth, home to my ancestors, where most of my loved ones live, you get the picture. It had been a good few years since I last visited and so much had changed since then. I was eagerly anticipating many reunions, picturing the warm embrace of friends and family, reuniting with roasted maize from the roadside, etc. But this lingering thought and reality check suddenly buried all my warm, happy thoughts. It was the sudden death of my beautiful and bright young cousin, Towela, at 32 which particularly shook me and reminded me of the uncertainty of life (see Words I Never Said: Short Poem).

While thinking of this, my mind wondered back to my primary school, this time remembering all my friends. How many would I be able to see during this trip? It had been at least 5 years since I last saw some, but 14 for the majority. How would we even relate to each other as grown ups? Would we slip back into old friendships? All these questions and more ran through my mind. No doubt social media had helped lessen the impending shock at seeing people after so long, beards and all.

All in all, its safe to say I was super excited and buzzing at the prospect of going home. There I was smiling to myself, eyes shut, head phones on, simply wishing the pilot could speed up.

Such is the power of thought trails.

Let them run their course as you jot them down and see where they’ll take you. This post was born out of the song ‘morning has broken’ which immediately had me grinning at its memory.

Oct ’16 Review

Hello! And welcome back to my monthly reviews. Just taking this opportunity on my 1 year 9 month ‘bloggerversary’ (coz that’s a word) to say thank you for all your support. I reached 100 followers this week on the blog (not incl. Facebook). It really has been a joy to do this for fun while still being productive.

Here’s a brief overview of the last months activity on Reposed Thought. Enjoy!

Sept 12- Oct 12 2016

I want to be – Childhood Dreams

An unaltered story that I wrote aged 11 about what I wanted to be when I’m older.

S.O. – Give it to God

“Where do you run to when the doors close off? Who do you call on when it all goes wrong..” Riveting, heart-searching song by 2016 Mobo Awards Nominee – ‘S.O.’

Footsteps to humility

Philippians 2 gives an insightful blueprint for humility as demonstrated in the life of Jesus.

A Writers Struggle – Short Poem

The struggles of a writer, an artist, a poet; how to stay relevant and how best to show it.

October Photo Reel

A collection of recent photos as captured through the lens of my phone-cam. Opportunistic photography I call it. Enjoy!