SideWalls With Peeman

THE AXE OF AHAZ VERSUS HEZEKIAH Perhaps this story promises to be intriguing in any case. For most Bible readers this promises to be one of the stories which really shook up the pattern of history. It promises to be the moment where the Spirit of Truth overcame the Spirit of Deception with a counter force, Deception. It also promises to be the only time we ever saw two men confronted with the same dilemma and yet one took a very desperate decision and one perhaps a very remote one. The backdrop of this story is quite interesting and to those avid readers who like to caption the intro to the body, you will sure go like, “Hey Peeman, get to the point”. Okay, I hear you. It was of course a desperate time for Hezekiah. He had come to meet a fallen government who had left Israel in a bad state. With the help of God, he had rebuilt the nation of Israel and things seem to be going well until disaster ‘struck’ or let me just say in my native Ghanaian way, ‘happen...

THE AXE OF AHAZ VERSUS HEZEKIAH Perhaps this story promises to be intriguing in any case. For most Bible readers this promises to be one of the stories which really shook up the pattern of history. It promises to be the moment where the Spirit of Truth overcame the Spirit of Deception with a counter force, Deception. It also promises to be the only time we ever saw two men confronted with the same dilemma and yet one took a very desperate decision and one perhaps a very remote one. The backdrop of this story is quite interesting and to those avid readers who like to caption the intro to the body, you will sure go like, “Hey Peeman, get to the point”. Okay, I hear you. It was of course a desperate time for Hezekiah. He had come to meet a fallen government who had left Israel in a bad state. With the help of God, he had rebuilt the nation of Israel and things seem to be going well until disaster ‘struck’ or let me just say in my native Ghanaian way, ‘happen...

=letter from beyond many seas== Maybe the reindeer of love tried to sledge my hopes away We were meant to be together , stick together Indeed time travels but like Hiro Nakamura I could travel through time And still not forget the cracks you have made on my watch I could breathe in the sad aroma of despair because distance cannot drown the breath of love within my heart,and render it a vaccum. You are my joy. Our love remains the hidden feat of the world, the glory the cameras of this world have not captured. Time keeps throwing me back to the moment I first saw you It was like a field laced with sunflower. The radiance never wore off. The awe never left Today we have come a long way Indeed the oracles of God sent us on separate ways, because God could trust his favourite soldiers. He trusted you and I It was not even the cause of the battle that kept me sane.It was the remembrance of the thought that you are still around It has been my main motivation. It is what kept me ...

I looked through the vast expanse of  eternity As  I walked from the beginning to the pre-beginning to catch a glimpse of the beginning But nothing began without its creator bearing record As light permeated the pores of darkness, it bloated and burst out with splendour and radiance A loud noise echoed as creation errupted from non-existence As days turned from events but my record could not  find the solution to a question perculiar Where was love when the woman cried out of pain in birth Where was love when the moon met the sun and asked to be its correspondence on earth Where was love when the lions preyed among the jackals with a 'medula' of dominance As the wild gave birth to the wild without even a portion of romance It looked like love was so far away like eternity had housed him up in its kraals of darkness Where was love when the terrorist flung its guns against its victim in order to please HIs Lord Love watched as the tender looking baby got abandon...

So what category do you belong You may find one, be given one from the moment you were born Categories are our trademarks, our birthmarks and our IDs to walk on earth Its our thumbprint, our handles and the post on our walls we cant forget Our personality relies on them and our presence is made from its worth To some you are a girl, to some he is a boy This transcends to your respect,whether you brought sadness or joy To some he is rich, to some he is poor To some you are righteous or a sinner from our fall It is our index on the number line,whether we are greater than or less than Somehow this restricts you or gives you a shot at your best plan Because you don't go according to its demand, it professes you a failure But you know you won, it just wasn't the answer to their prayer But categories has its advantage, its not always that bad At least we know the difference whether objects are black or white It brings your attention to peculiar content, images playing d...

It is a full turbo, lasting under the glimmer of light. Finding my way, full blocking. I am caught up in the maze of ideas, ‘sensoring’ under every neuron trying to feel my way around like I need a parental guidance. Many ideas pouring down like a tidal wave, foot switched, rocking myself in the chair of love presenting my thoughts as a gift and wrapping my mind around it. Turntables, spinning off as one opinion passes on its node to the next like a covalent bond of intuition. Can’t figure it out? Maybe that’s the plan. For an understanding has been the bedrock, swimming under the seabed of our identity, trying to make us writers, creators, inventors and people of a higher understanding. An understanding is not to make us stand down but stand over questions shooting at us like a burning asteroid meeting a SpaceX flight at an intersection. But would our minds meet? Because you seem far away like houses in a real estate, though we are close, we’...

In the beginning was a sign, a sign that God existed before time For time was just an invention, birthed forth from his royal robe to bring to pass that which had been ordained. In the beginning was an emphasis. For God gazed right through the heart of his creation and breathed his breath of love, for he saw that it was good.This was what he lived for, breathed for, been for. For there was a sculpture of grace, emanating as creeps of beings emerged and strains of trees grew taller.This what what it was, as the nutshell of sin remained uncracked, tingling under what was glorious, what was hopeful, what was perfect, what was wondrous beyond the light.For there was the light shining and making himself know to men as they said our Father, but that was the beginning. - It was the beginning of many things.It was the beginning of marvel, of pain, of disappointment as we saw God pulling himself away from his own works, his own love and his own vow. - The marriage had been broken, his dome fo...