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Yes, let’s resume blogging on WordPress. Daily or weekly updates!! Put into searchable categories, utilise existing site instead of building a new Wix website from scratch!!!?!?! 🎓🤣🤔
Graduating on Wed, yay!! Got a distinction in my MA and have gone on to start PhD studies last October ! Woo hoo!!!
Yoruba Culture & Artistic practices!! So now where are the tags, and hashtags, etc🤣🤣🤣
Im tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” seemingly the last place you will find “love” these days, where your light, you fuel, with bellows you keep alight yet still the “church” constantly dim. You pray, you cry, you dance, you sing, no matter what you do, if you dare to be different and not conform, you get persecuted from the very ones who dine with you!! Alas, the usual response, the familiar response, skilfully used by the rod of abuse. Blame shifting, quote a scripture, blame the victim, justify your action. Cite an example from the assemblage of books. Judas, Brutus, betrayal, what do you expect, etc, etc
I’m tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” where love stands at the door and knocks!
© Lara Rose 25/11/16
I don’t know what is wrong with me so I don’t know how to fix me.
I don’t know who I am or where I belong in order to find the tribe of people who will completely and unconditionally accept and understand me.
From church organisations, educational institutions to musical or artistic explorations;
From African visitations, family expectations to globetrotting expeditions;
Historical lectures of torturous pasts, stories and tales of glorious kingdoms don’t last;
I still don’t know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me.
Redemption promise, washed in blood,
Why blood, why so much blood?! 😞
Brown, black, beige or orange.
Eniyan dudu, eniyan pupa, kilode?
Oh, Africa, I do not know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me.
Is it my muddied dirty skin?
Is it my tangled bushy thorny hair?
Is it the unholy liason with the fathers who steal my dignity over and over again?
Is it the casting away of her daughters, oh motherland?
Are you so ashamed of me, does my visage disgust you?
I do not know what is wrong with me so I can fix me;
Is it because I pray in a foreign tongue?
Are the gods angered that I turn my back on them?
Does the god of Iron despise the god of Abraham?
Are they at war with each other?
Oh, Abba Father, how will the truth be revealed?
Oh, what is wrong with me, so I can fix me?
Don’t know who I am, what I am! Church tells me I am a child of God, a holy priesthood and such lofty ideals;
Yet still like a stranger, imposter I feel in the midst of the congregation.
Oh why, oh why, oh, be at peace for now oh troubled soul.
I do not know what is wrong with me, so I can fix me!
© Lara Rose 2016
Written as part of my end of term assignment APD Leeds Beckett university.
What a tumultuous month
of change and uncertainty
yet we stand firmly with out feet
to the ground, we speak
keep moving, keep going
tis not the time to relent
tis the time to be defiant
we shall not quit
we shall overcome
light over darkness
joy over sorrow
love over hatred
good over evil
The light shall not be extinguished!
(Copyright Control) Lara Rose 22/07/2016
“…darkest moments” © Lara Rose 2016
“Darkest moments, tis a paradox, twas overcome by light, like the end of a tunnel on a bright summer day, yay darkness revealeth the smallest ember, even the most miniscule star… © Lara Rose 20/06/16
… from cloudy evening skies, from behind the tree, suddenly, here come the dazzling, glistening, glorious sun …