Soldiers

It feels like God echoing his words through my ear drums, my heart burns, this is fire shut up in my bones, what a joy!
I’m never gonna be cold again

These were my exact words just two weeks back.

Before I gave him who comes to steal a chance to kill the hunger that was welling up in me like the liquid of a volcano – boiling hunger.

Way before I decided to lay still like a wounded soldier on the battle field just pleading with the enemy to take gently what you’ve come for – God’s word and leave me to survive, but wait…

Could you spare me my joy, peace and rest, just take the word.

But wayward you chose to take more and sentenced me to this feeling…

Feeling guilty as I remember hiding behind a curtain of lies.

Lies like, there is no war breaking out as I stagger back from the impact of a stray bullet fired into my arm and I laugh.

I laugh because I don’t quite understand how I chose emotions over your truth that would break me free.

Continuously postponing conversations with my father because time waits for no man yet making time to refresh my Instagram account like it had the ability to make me whole again.

And like I said, you may say:

“I’m not entirely guilty, I mean we have to be realistic.
I barely have time to sit and do them spiritual things like digging into the scriptures and praying.
Atleast I throw in that part of my day when I’m feeling sleepy.
I’d use the bible as an aid, flip open a page and imagine a deep voice singing out the words to me…perfect lullaby and bam I’m asleep.

But hey don’t judge me, my neighbour doesn’t even have a bible, I’m trying atleast…”

But do you realise that this is risky?
I mean I thought the enemy would have mercy but he pulled the trigger, making me realise that we are at the war front and even if we choose not to fight we are being fought so why not get up like a gallant soldier.
Admit you’re hungry, quit chewing your finger nails and walk up to mama for a meal.

Get filled to the brim and face him.

Captain listen to the strategy,
Belt of truth around your waist.
Breastplate of righteousness in place.
Feet readily swift,
Shield of faith.
Helmet of salvation and
Lastly, the sword of the spirit a.k.a instant killer a.k.a the word of God.

Captain ready to fire this, this is how it goes.
You get on your knees, formation, get on your knees.
You shoot when you pick up your bible and he whispers, not now, later.
You shoot when you start praying and he brings a deviating picture to mind
You shoot when you feel too tired to pray but want to know what’s up on WhatsApp.

Soldiers, it’s time to go deeper
Better late than never.
It may seem hard but we’ve got each other’s back.
Pull me up when you see me down.
We’ve got to know that one man down is not a song of Victory.
We are getting this gold that will make us glow
Let us win this war and come out better.

Victory Osarumwense

Popularly called Victory Osas is a Financial Analyst by day and a creative storyteller with every breath she takes. She is the kind of person who would take the window sit in a car just to look at the people walking by. She says that people are walking stories and often finds a way to wrap ordinary moments that people would overlook to her works.

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