… some come easy, some come light, some come meek and mild, my friend is none of that, my friend comes full, packed to the brim, overflowing, intense and conc (as in concentrated) is my friend. I guess he is overwhelmed by his own giftings, on a mission to fulful purpose but easily misunderstood.
My friend is a joy to be around, a man of peace, still not suffering fools gladly. A magnetic man that attracts and overshadow all in his path. A godly man that allows the fear of God to be his guiding light.
He lives for the people, for his people, he exists for the upliftment of others. Frustrated by limits and limitation. A man that feels he had arrived before his time, yet his time is now.
An impatient man, existing and operating on mutiple terrain concurrently. My friend longs for company where only genuis operates but the crowd are few and sparse at that realm.
A man that has known trial and tribulations, but still sprung forth and fought his way through barren and dry land. My friend is a survival, throw him in the air, he will fly, drop him in the sea, he will swim, put him on the ground and he will run, yes run he will!
My friend spreads himself thin, yet he does not snap, my friend litters himself all over the place that all might have a piece, I pray life continue to replenish, refills and restore back to him as he emptys himself out. But can he really empty himself out? No he can’t, he is the gift that keeps giving!
But my friend must rest, he is still human, he must make time to be still, to be calm, to be nourished and nurtured. May you find the right lap to rest your kind head.
Hudu, my friend!
Beautiful Ivory 