Doom

Have you heard the story told by the chief priests???
The story sang through the night till dawn by the palace singers???
Well how have you not heard???
Were you dead sleeping??
The noise was deafening, vibrating the rooms.

Well life lately has not dealt with me much favours,
Whisking me to places so bitter,
My heart skips beats, my thoughts flail wildly, sleep mocks my lids, teasing my pupils.
The flowers which gracefully danced to the rhythmic winds now sit dead still.

So those singers though their song spelled doom left me comforted somewhat.
The chief priests will come tomorrow with the reminder so do well to pay heed.
See you later bruv…
Cheers.

Nana Kwame

Doom

Have you heard the story told by the chief priests???
The story sang through the night till dawn by the palace singers???
Well how have you not heard???
Were you dead sleeping??
The noise was deafening, vibrating the rooms.

Well life lately has not dealt with me much favours,
Whisking me to places so bitter,
My heart skips beats, my thoughts flail wildly, sleep mocks my lids, teasing my pupils.
The flowers which gracefully danced to the rhythmic winds now sit dead still.

So those singers though their song spelled doom left me comforted somewhat.
The chief priests will come tomorrow with the reminder so do well to pay heed.
See you later bruv…
Cheers.

Nana Kwame

Magnificence

How huge this God is,
How wonderful, how powerful!
I gaze down at the sea, the waves blistering in all their glory!
Such a sight; such an amazing sight!

But some say there’s no God,
Others say if He exists why is there so much evil and cacophony in this world?
Well, the latter makes more sense than the former because there is God and He exists alright.
And as for the answer to the latter’s question, it’s a whole topic for another day.

But this sight that dances before me,
This sight that’s blown away my sanity and has left me speechless! Ohh this God!
He’s such an awesome God!

I hear the billows roar, their roar turning into shrills of laughter, echoing in the distance as if to say “we exist because of a higher power”.
I’m awed by this scenery, I’m thrilled with excitement!

I must leave now, for time is not on my side. But I hope to visit anytime soon because I’ve seen the sea more than once but not from this angle. It’s marvelous what the Creator can do. It’s mind blowing what His words can accomplish. Our God reigns!!!

Nana Kwame

What I Thought Love Is

My obsession with women’s feet and legs had blinded my sanity ;
I’d become a slave to my own thoughts and imaginations. Was that what love is: making love to the legs and feet of women??

I kept my heart from falling in love especially with ladies I felt had no shapely legs and fantasised about the pleasures of the soles which was granted me by ladies who loved for their legs and feet to be “worshipped”.

I had narrowed love to legs and feet and had refused to see what love truly is: something that went beyond the fleshly desires and physical attractions.
Gradually my mind sank into an abyss of unreal mess where I wished for every lady to feel about their legs the same way I felt about them.

But that was stupid as that wasn’t the reality and I had to resort to foot fetish sites on the net and masturbation.
I’ve been through hell and I doubt if I’ve truly learnt any lessons.
Cos as I write, I still think of legs as one of the priorities I’ll be looking out for when I eventually settle to enter into a relationship.

Nana Kwame

Our Lifestyles

Our Lifestyles

Lately I’ve become worried about my crave for women’s legs and feet.
It’s an obsession which threatens my salvation and my quest for eternity with my Redeemer.

Spending hours on the net surfing women’s feet and chancing on sites that have women worship other women’s feet is a habit that’s becoming dominant in my life and oh how it distracts! It distracts me from my calling and purpose.

I’ve come to understand how destructive some lifestyles are. How those lifestyles can keep one in bondage for decades.
We appear as angels but deeply inside there’s a demon lurking, causing us to commit all the hideous acts in our closets.

Are we really prepared for Heaven??
How’s our lifestyle like behind the scenes?
Will God be proud of us if He visits us at certain times in our rooms??
My heart aches; my heart aches deeply.

The number of times you fall is not as important as the number of times you rise up.
But more importantly is that you stay risen when you rise and don’t develop the attitude of falling and rising because we do not know the hour that the end will come.

“Lord we confess that we’ve wandered away far from Your purpose and plan,
And willingly walked in the wrong direction, we’ve disobeyed Your commands.
Father forgive us, Spirit come lead us,
Back to the way, back to the Truth, back to the foot of the Cross “.

When all is said and done, may we be found walking on the streets of gold and joining the other countless saints worshipping our Maker forever.
Amen.

Nana Kwame

Our Lifestyles

Our Lifestyles

Lately I’ve become worried about my crave for women’s legs and feet.
It’s an obsession which threatens my salvation and my quest for eternity with my Redeemer.

Spending hours on the net surfing women’s feet and chancing on sites that have women worship other women’s feet is a habit that’s becoming dominant in my life and oh how it distracts! It distracts me from my calling and purpose.

I’ve come to understand how destructive some lifestyles are. How those lifestyles can keep one in bondage for decades.
We appear as angels but deeply inside there’s a demon lurking, causing us to commit all the hideous acts in our closets.

Are we really prepared for Heaven??
How’s our lifestyle like behind the scenes?
Will God be proud of us if He visits us at certain times in our rooms??
My heart aches; my heart aches deeply.

The number of times you fall is not as important as the number of times you rise up.
But more importantly is that you stay risen when you rise and don’t develop the attitude of falling and rising because we do not know the hour that the end will come.

“Lord we confess that we’ve wandered away far from Your purpose and plan,
And willingly walked in the wrong direction, we’ve disobeyed Your commands.
Father forgive us, Spirit come lead us,
Back to the way, back to the Truth, back to the foot of the Cross “.

When all is said and done, may we be found walking on the streets of gold and joining the other countless saints worshipping our Maker forever.
Amen.

Nana Kwame

Under The Sun

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Under The Sun

The mind of man imagines the unimaginable, embracing the ways of the gods and goddesses that lead to destruction.
Man seeks to explore the dark shades, establishing roots of evil wherever he goes .

Under the sun is the abode of demons, where man thinks of himself the master of the dark arts.
He teams up with the devil and together they produce the most atrocious deeds.
It’s sickening what man has accomplished over the past decades.

Man wants freedom and will do anything to achieve it. But what is freedom if it leads to the perversion of the soul??
He wants to practise same sex and shun the ideal way of hooking up with the opposite sex.

He wants to practise a type of religion that holds him captive rather than seek the Way that will set him free.
He steers the wheels of carnality and sensuality, normalising fornication and adultery and making them look good.

Under the sun is the pathway to hell;
Hell created by man’s malicious ways.
He wants to be left to roam the wild plains without anyone guiding him so he’ll fall into a deadly pit and crash his head against a rock, gushing out his brains and all the cells connected to the brains.

He’ll become a laughing stock when maggots begin to Feast on his flesh; when ants and worms satisfy their thirst and hunger with a bite of his decayed skin. He’ll know then that his foolishness was only being tolerated for a season.

How pathetic man is!
How pathetic!!!
May God help us all to please Him in all our ways so that we will continually find favour in His eyes – Amen.

Nana Kwame