my renaissance

MY KIND OF PERSON 

I don’t want to be an average person, 
I don’t want to be too predictable, 
I’ll leave an air of mystery around me, 
And pick at your tail feathers, 
While you pick your brain, 
As you try to figure me out. 

I don’t want to be an average friend,
Who just laughs with you, 
Neither do I want to only play, jest and cry, 
I don’t just want good times, 
I want to imprint on you, so the world will see. 

I want to be emblazened on your heart,
To stamp myself on you so you never recover,
From the rare phenomenon that is me,
I want to leave you better than I met you, 
I don’t want to be just a friend, 
I want to impact your life for good. 

Talking about impact, I don’t just want to make impact on the world, 
Neither do I want to make optimum impact, 
No, I want to be a head-on collision, 
To take up the world by storm, 
I want to be a revolution, 
A shining beacon of change. 

I don’t want to be the kind of person you simply get over, 
I want everyone to be hung up over me when I’m gone, 
You can forget my face, forget my name, even forget me, 
But I don’t ever want you to forget the things I did.
Thats the kind of person I want to be,
That’s my kind of person. 

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Jesus Christ walked this earth and he was no ordinary person. He was unique, he was a story teller, very worded, a little sarcasm, a lot of parables. And I’ve been reading all about his lifetime for the past month. He was no ordinary person. He was so extraordinary, 2017 years after his death he’s still relevant. 

Now, that’s the kind of person I want to be. 

Who do you want to be?

EXP #1 coming in tomorrow, can I get a whoop! 

A.N.T.I.C.I.P.A.T.E

👑 Àyànfé 

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PARADISE 

Oh I want to go with you to paradise, 

To dwell in your presence day and night, 

I want to walk by your side on the streets of gold, 

And drink from the fountain of living water,

To dine with you and eat of the bread of life, 

And go stargazing, watch you name them one by one.

Till they are finally replaced by the sun. 

👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)

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THIS IS HERO WORSHIP 

If you placed the stars in the sky and still know them all by name, 

How come you still remember mine?

If you make out time to hear everyone on Earth as they call out to you, 

How come you even recognise my voice? 

If all the hairs on my head were tongues, 

I still wouldn’t praise you enough, 

You are beyond measure, 

No one can ever be compared to you, oh my King. 

Your greatness is undisputable,

Your power undeniable,

You alone are unquestionable,

And your ways are unsearchable. 

Yes, this is hero worship. 

👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)

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MY FEAR II

But I later got to learn, however,

That shielding my heart away from love, 

Broke me more than any boy ever would.

My heart had become an impentrable fortress,

And I was suffering.

When you decide not to love, its like deciding to stop pumping blood.

You’ll die.

And that’s what happened to me.

I thought I was protecting myself, instead I was breaking my own heart, killing myself.

I became a person I never meant to become.

I had a good heart; I had good intentions when I closed all the doors for crying out loud!

But I didn’t have a loving heart, and I slowly began to die.

I slowly began to welcome bitterness, envy, jealousy and even hate,

All because I was too scared to love.

In a bid to secure my heart, I damaged it;

The very thing I tried to avoid still came to me,

As I was heartbroken when I realised the person I’d become.

So what is the solution then?

Love Anyways.

It’s better to be heartbroken, than to be heartless.

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Still to be continued…

🍔 Cheeseburger.

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