19 January 2009

President Obama (or) Poor Obama

On Tuesday at 12pm American time, 19hrs Zambian time, America will have its first ever Black President.

Has he made done us proud or what?!

Its a dream that men and women in America thought would remain a dream. Those black Americans who suffered at the hand of all who hated their skin colour, all those who sacrificed died in the fight for equality, would be moved to tears to see what the whole world will see tomorrow.

Every television set and radio will be turned on, all to make it possible for people to exprience that momentus occassion live. Every channel, every station whether radio or tv, will tune in, all programming will be halted, as Obama becomes the first ever black president of America. I for one will be glued to the tv tomorrow evening!

Who wouldn't want to be Obama? Who wouldn't want to be Obama's mother or father? I mean, everyone loves him. You can't help but be proud of him. He has won the hearts of all blacks and all races for that matter! He is going to be the most powerful and beloved man in this world tomorrow.

Obama's name will go down in history, people will be singing his praises long after he is gone. I ask again, who wouldn't want to be Obama? Every kid from now on will say,"I want to grow up to be like Barack Obama!"

I, for one, wouldn't want to be Obama.

Like so many great men of history, like so many super stars and soccer legends, musicians, actors, nobel prize winners etc, Obama does not know God. I want to tell you right now that nothing...Nothing...NOTHING comes close to greatness of knowing God! Look at this song written by Mac Powell:

I've heard all the stories
I've seen all the signs
Witnessed all the glories
Tasted all that's fine

Nothing Compares to the greatness of knowing you Lord. Oh no,
Nothing compares to the greatness of Knowing you Lord, oh

I see all the people
Wasting all their time
Building up their riches
For a life that's fine

But Nothing Compares to the greatness of knowing you Lord. Oh
Nothing compares to the greatness of Knowing you Lord, oh

And i find myself just living for today
Cuz i don't know what tomorrow's gonna bring
So no matter if i rise or fall,
i'll never be alone Oh no...

Nothing Compares to the greatness of knowing you Lord. Oh

All the riches, honour, pomp, wealth, popularity, fame and fortune, can never surpass the greatness of knowing God!

Keep your money, keep your fame, I'm staying with my God and father in heaven thankyou very much!

Obama should be pitied, despite his achievements, despite his success, his end is going to be dreadful. I don't hate him, if anything...he has made me, like so many others, proud to be black. He has inspired so many young black men and women that they can be anything they want to be, he has destroyed whatever was left of the notion that blacks are good for nothing. He has certainly done alot of good but I pity him none the less.

I'd rather be here, in a little third world country in Southern Africa where poverty is all around, where one has to do mathermatics to walk from point A to point B just because the roads are all wet and muddy, I'd rather go through all that and much more if it means knowing my Lord. Not because I get a free ticket to heaven for knowing him, not because he has blessed me so much but because he has given me fulfilment, peace and joy and above all because he has chosen to forgive and love me despite me.

Don't envy Obama if it is not for his spiritual success. All the movie stars who enjoy fame and fortune, the Christiano Ronaldos, Dannys, Obamas and Beyonces and all those, wouldn't know fulfilment if it slapped them in the face because they don't know what it means to know God.

Ofcourse, God calls all men and women to himself in repentance and faith-even Obama. All hope is not lost but until then,

On Tuesday, don't see, President Obama, see Poor Obama.


(I could be in trouble with the Secret Service or FBI or CIA or LAPD for this so incase this is the last time you hear from me, thanks for visiting my blog!)

14 January 2009

Break Up Letter

Ironic that my very first post ever, in this New Year would be a "break up letter". But this letter means alot more to me than what meets the eye and strikes the mind. Those who are really close to me will know what I mean, well here it is, the "break up letter" from Alud to Uba:

Why since You’ve wounded my heart,
Don’t You heal it?
Why don’t You heal?
And why since You’ve stolen my heart,
Do You leave it so?
Oh this heart of stone.
Why don’t You carry away my heart
You have stolen and left here broken
Why don’t You carry away my heart
Already taken
Awaken the dawning of a new heart
Where stone begins to bleed
For the arrow of God that runs through me
Leaves me in need
Here in need
How long? How long? How long?

Dear Uba,

You know that I love you more than I could ever love any man. And that is what has made this decision the toughest I have ever made. I have decided to obey Dad and cut ties with you.

God knows that I am broken and so does my Dad. I do not know why he (God) has run me through with this arrow, but I know he loves me more than I could ever deserve or imagine and that he loves you more than I ever could.

Before my Dad got home from your place, I was planning what I would do and say. But I thank God that I decided to pray. I asked God to create in me a pure heart and renew a right spirit within me. I told God to make me or help me make the right choice, one that would bring him glory. When I was done praying, I thought to myself that if only Dad explained to me the logic of splitting us. I thought if only dad explained the logic, I would find it easier to obey and that is why I asked you whether or not you got the logic from your talk.

When I spoke to Dad, he reminded me that I was obligated to obey him whether or not it was logical. As I spoke with Dad, I began to realise that I was losing you. I couldn’t help but cry.

I wished that I had never met you because it is you who will suffer most from our break up in that I will still be here at CBK with all the friends we have grown up knowing and you would probably move on. I saw you not understanding, clearly, my reasons for pulling out and thus thinking that I have betrayed you. I asked Dad, why? Why does it have to be him taking the heavier load instead of me? Dad reminded me of the instances in the bible where some suffered and paid for the sins of others. He also told me that carrying on with those thoughts would be fighting with God.

God loves us both and this separation will glorify His name because we will be obeying. And if we do what is right, we can never go wrong.

I then asked Dad whether he thought I could ever be attracted to you if you were not saved. Dad said that sometimes a friendship between two Christians can be unhealthy.

My heart is heavy and the pain of complete separation from you is more than I can bare. This trip to America will do me good, to just get away and just sort myself out. But I will give my broken, weeping heart to God, please do as well.

The only way all this will make sense is if you start with God. I urge you to ask him to help you trust his will and help you accept it and that he will give you grace to cope. I know I will need a lot too.

You will forever remain in my heart and in my prayers. Right now though, let us just obey.


P.S: God has won this battle.