NO IS THE WORD.

They say; you ain't cool enough

They say; be like us and do like us

They say; where are you from?

They say; you act like a 300years Tajikistani granny.

You insult yourself when you try to be like others.

No one else can be like you

Build your style and make it a brand

And say no to peer pressure.

It leads you down the aisle,

And leave you there to be crushed

Accept your strength and weakness

And always be the best version of you.

Cos, no one else can do you like you.

Love yourself folks!

Chryss 

ZION, RISE UP!

Cuddling religion we do,

Sleeping on the bed of laziness,

Waking up on the bed of lost purpose.

Earth's hope we be,

Chasing materialism

Using the gospel

For personal ambition.

What is the purpose of light

If it doesn't shine?

What is the purpose of salt

If it lost its savour?

There be land to conquer

There be lives to touch

There be land to occupy

There be lives to save

DROWNING

Overwhelmed with life

Living in the future.

Drowned in self pity

Living in the past.

The world is bigger than where you are

Don't bring it down to your status quo.

All you can't find here;

Money, love, joy, muse, 

Is in abundance in some place.

Time and space has all you need

As you pray for these

Also get ready to handle them.

Don't get drowned and overwhelmed

Just enjoy the process and keep it at,

Someday, what you want would beg to have you

Just enjoy yourself daily

You're more beautiful than you've discovered.

Chryss 

WHAT I LEARNT TODAY.

There are three entities that seek our attention.

The person we are,

The person we want to be, and

The person we should be.

The person we are is a function of life's experiences and our fallen nature

The person we want to be is influenced by what we see, our idols and social media.

The person we should be is birthed in purpose

Furnished by process

Refined in our mistakes

And sculpted by time and patience.

Embrace purpose in it you'll find your person.

Don't be a counterfeit, be an original!

Chryss.

WHAT DO I SAY TO HER....

Truly Dad was right,

Women are different spices

Siblings with sensitivity

Garnished with emotionality

Truly dad was right,

Think before you say a word

They see beyond what you say

They only see what they want to believe

Truly he was right,

They act like vixen

But soft as the shadows

Mere words; can make them sober

Oh ye men!

It is not cool to explore their feeble mind

They are not sex tools

But the purest form of love.

As you go,

Learn to accept and love their fragility

In this;

You'll be a man of honour

Smile when she's agitated

Laugh when she has no clue

Sigh when she nags

Embrace her when she gets scared

Be a man; when she's a woman.

Chryss.

A WORLD IN DESPAIR

Religion everywhere people trippin' in

We believe so blindly like a Friday night

Whether we're headed the wrong way

We don't care.

We travel a million miles per hour in a wrong direction.

We seek to be politically correct;

But we end up being hypocrites and double standard folks

Humanity is hung on the tree of despair

As we parade our shame like fame

What we call gods and idols

Are actually a long term grave swallowing our being.

Drenched in the blood of rationality

We rationalize fantasies

And say no to reality

We need light in our ideology

Beams of grace and truth;

From the realm above all realms

Dear Dad;

Shine your light on us.

Chryss

GIRL 'O' PHOBIA

Imagine a world without women,

Complication wouldn't be in the dictionary.

Fancy and classic would be a foul 

Everything would be ungirlish.

Imagine a world full of men,

Complacency would be king

Peace and quietness would be the crown prince

Because; no lady to buzz up their rims.

All would live in a community of bromance.

Misogyny and feminism ain't a way.

We need women be women

We need men be men

Equal right is a Tim Buktu

Let us be us

In it we find our uniqueness

No gender is better

Cos; we all compliment each other.

Accept and ove you for you

In it; we can drive the world to a place of rest.

Chryss.