The Language of the Heart

You have your diction, I have mine

You speak Queen’s English, I just try

It doesn’t change the fact that

God listens to the heart.

It is in the heart that he hears our cry

It is in the heart that he hears our worship

Words will never be able to describe,

Him, His works or the magnitude of his glory.

So we can try to be poetic in our delivery,

Or we can mumble up the words like a child,

It doesn’t matter what you say,

God speaks the language of the heart.

Image from http://godandshoes.wordpress.com/2011/06/01/from-the-heart/

New Spoken Word

Hey guys,

How has it been going? As you guys know the YadaMag Music Project Vol. 2 is available for download. Please download so you can hear 2 of my Spoken Word pieces "Fine as Fine can Be" and "Just Wondering". You would love it

To download click here

Thanks

The Perfect Gift (Audio)

You can download the audio version of The Perfect Gift here. Enjoy it and have a merry Christmas.

You can check out the words here

The Perfect Gift

There was One God, One Son, One Spirit
One world that needed saving.
There was One God, One Son, One Spirit
One race that need healing.
One God loved us all
That God sent His Son,
To die so we might live,
Eternity within our reach.
One day He'll come again,
So we can reign with Him.
But now with hearts of gratitude,
And our lives in total surrennder,
We praise This God, His Son and Spirit,
For The Perfect Gift of all.

Selah

Image from lostseed.com

Love me NOW

Love me today
Not tomorrow, you might meet someone else
Not next week, I could be busy with work
Not next month, I might meet someone else
Not next year, I might be dead by then

I need you to love me this minute,
For life is short and wahala dey ohhh
Because the seasons change and I am desperate for love
Because... because... because... well just because!

I want you to love me now
I want us to have it all
But if you really want me to wait
I guess I have no choice

It could have been us

It could have been us
Holding hands, walking down a two way street,
Christmas, New Years, A kiss for every smile
It could have been us


It could have been us
Laying in the sand under a starry sky
Our laughter echoing through the night
It could have been us

A kiss in the rain, a hug for each tear
A chance to runaway with you
Picnic by the lake, dinner by the ocean with a glass of wine maybe 2
It could have been us


Even though I still love you,
Even though I miss you,
I realize you deserve the best
And not better or just good enough


So I will be at your wedding
And I will always pray for you
'Cause even though it could have been us
I am glad you found your soul mate.


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The Day I Died

The day I died was the best day of my life,

It was awesome you know

I had lived, been there and did all that could be done

And life as I had known it had changed

You see, my death was kind of a suicide mission

I wanted to die, I realized I needed to

What had happened was I met this guy,

He is the flyest guy I have ever known

When he speaks, you just have to listen and obey

He has that kind of effect on people

So when I met Him, he told me he loved me

And that if I loved him back, I'll die

And so I did.

See, to die is gain.

The profit of letting every will and want and desire go and dying is awesome

The feeling of being free and no longer being held captive by this world

O how I loved the day I died

The day I died was not a sorrowful ceremony

Yes, the world had lost one

But in heaven

The angels, the saints that had gone before and a huge cloud of witnesses threw a party on my death

O how I loved the day I died

My friends thought I was crazy

My family thought I was mad

People could not comprehend

The world could not understand how I will die and not "live" by it standards

Well, it’s not about them

It’s about Him, the One I love

So I will not just die but imma die daily

Because it’s not my will now but His be done

And if I don’t kill this flesh then my life is done

And it is not about me but it’s ALL about him

O how I loved the day I died

The day I died was the best day of my life

I said the day I died was the first best day of the rest of my "new" life

I had died in him, I was crucified in him

So I can have life abundantly

I died to my flesh and my Spirit was awakened in Christ Jesus

Now I don't walk in the way I used to walk before

I am no longer subject to the dictates of this world

No longer do I work by flesh but by the spirit of the living God

O how i loved the day I died

You know what’s funny.

If I didn’t die now, I was gonna die anyways

So I figured, why not die now before I self-destruct

Why not die in Him instead of die outside him

Why not be buried with him in baptism and be resurrected through faith

Why don’t I just die now

The day I died was awesome

I was quickened with him and He forgave out all my transgressions

So that as far as the east is from the west I am forgiven

Blotting out the ordinances written against me,

Making a show of principalities and powers, making a mockery of them openly

Oh how I loved the day I died

Because the day I died, was the day I started to live

Selah!

This God sef...

This God sef
Too fly, too fresh, too clean
Too tight, His swag is real
All powerful, all mighty, all awesome
All holy, He don't work at random
This God is my Lord and King
To Him my praises sing
He'll pick you up and dust you
He'll raise you up, exalt you.

So from the valleys, I'll sing His praise
On the hills, His fame I'll proclaim
Poetically speaking all through my days
Raising my voice for the ancient of days

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Just Wondering

This is a spoken word peice and would be best enjoyed heard. Tried uploading the audio but you know how our network is. Anyways, listen and be blessed

I am just wondering,
How I came into existence,
How the human body was wired to do all that it does,
It leaves me wondering,
How the sun, moon, stars and the planets hang there in the galaxies,
Looking at nature; the trees, the seas, rivers, mountains, oceans, how did He do it?
Some people say there is no God, They say he don't exist
Do you choose to believe that everything that happened "just happened"
No. I cannot. I refuse to believe that
That breathing in and out "just happens"?
I think I'll pass
Call me stupid, call me dumb,
I'll believe in a God that claims to be "ALL POWERFUL"
Than believe in... well... Nothing
I believe that an all powerful God has made all things perfect and in perfect order
This is what I choose to believe
This is whom I will believe in
'Cause He is the only one that leaves me
Just wondering

Another poem from down there...

I sit silent watching the stars in the sky,
Oh how they shine so brightly,
Piercing the darkness all around,
And somehow illuminating my soul.


I close my eyes taking a deep breath,
Tingling my senses with sensations I have never felt before,
I open my eyes looking into the darkness,
And somehow I see light


Looking past who I am, to the person I will be,
Looking past the pain, to the joy that comes after
Looking past my self to the One that holds me now and forever
I find hope, I find joy, I find peace


Selah

Untitled

There was a time when all was rosy
Life was a garden of beautiful roses
There was always something to lean on
Something to hold on to

I woke up one day and the walls had been torn down
My garden, my sanctuary had been exposed
How did my walls so strong come tumbling down
The hedge was broken, snakes everywhere

This realization had my head spinning
I mean, who would have thought?
I had it all.
And now, it was exposed. I am vulnerable

With the torn walls came the fire
It started from my feet, burning all the way to the top.
Every single part of my body was consumed in the flames
The heat of the fire tearing past my flesh, into my soul

Hurt doesnt describe it.
Pain. Anguish. I couldn't have survived.No way I could have.
As I drew close to death, i looked through scarred eyes
I saw them laugh.

Whatever

Who cares what they think? I am about to meet my maker

Am I?

Just then

Like a pheonix, I rose from the ashes
A new born, a new creature.
Pure as Gold, fine as fine can be
Who would have thought?

I am now in a new garden
Far beautiful than the previous
There are no walls anywhere
But I am stronger now
And so is my Protector

Selah

Listening to the silence

In the room all alone
No movement anywhere
Sun rays coming through closed windows
I am in a corner listening to the silence
Can you hear it?
I can hear it clearly
I can hear it loudly
Listen

Selah

In the silence I hear the cry of forgotten dreams
In the silence I hear the voice of my reasoning
Broken promises, lies told
Secrets kept, childhood fears
Listen again

Selah

I hear the voice of a child
"I am gonna be great" he says
I look into his eyes
I see my reflection.
I look at him again
Now he is smiling
He holds my hand
And leads me to a large room.
The sign above the door says "Room of forgotten dreams"
I look at my dreams and aspirations
Wow. Wow
The child tugs at my sleeves
He asks
When did you stop believing?
What happened to you?
I close my eyes and hold back tears
I wipe the tears and open my eyes
I am back in that corner
Hands on my head, mouth sealed
I ask the silence "what happened to me?"
"How did I get here?"
In the silence, I hear another voice
Soft. Simple. Calm.
Soothing and relaxing.
"Be still and know I am God"
#hope
And the silence continues

Selah


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The YADA piece

This spoken word piece was inspired by YADA. Hope y'all like it.

My heart aint at rest with my generation,
Plenty talk, plenty condemnation,
From our leaders are bad and corrupt,
To our system is lame and disrupt.
Like the Jews we await a messiah,
And then boom! Abracadabra,
All our problems will go away.
(Laughs)
Look into the mirror, there is Nigeria's messiah,
If this generation won't learn from the mistakes of our heroes (coughs) past,
Then this generation might just be the last.
My people, Nigeria, perish for lack of knowledge,
You think I am lying check the elite class.
The beggars are riding horses and the princes are walking.
Money miss road is the story of the generation before and may remain the same for the generation after.
What are we gonna do?
What is the solution to our problems?
Its time for a new mindset,
A mind set on the right things,
Set on the right principles.
A mind set on the right information,
Set on the right knowledge.
Y.A.D.A- you deserve to know the truth
Y.A.D.A- the truth will set you free
Y.A.D.A- its time to experience the right knowledge
Y.A.D.A- transforming the Nigerian youth from the inside out
YADA- a revolution is coming

Coming soon. The new YADA website
www.yadamag.com
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Keep Speaking Video

Here is a video for one of my favourite pieces. I did that at Tolu Akanni's book launch. Enjoy

Get Away

I don't know what this is. Just came here and started typing this...

Get away, fly away,
I think I want to run away,
So much to do, so little time,
So little time...

You see, I can't even write. I need inspiration. I don't even know what is up with me. Somebody say a prayer for me. Please.

Download the Poetically Speaking piece... not the album here

God bless

On High

This is another spoken word piece inspired by my new book, Me & Jesus. Enjoy

I am on a different high,
I am high on the Most High,
And His son, Jesus,
Who has been lifted on high,
Not by me, but by the Most High.
This Jesus is highly lifted up,
So high, that when we look up,
We see Him seated on the right side of the Most High,
Man, I am on High,
So high, It is like I am on cloud nine, ten or 99.
This Jesus who was put on the cross,
Is risen on high, high above the galaxies.
I am on high because,
Anytime I think & try to fathom Him,
I get on a different high.
So high, so high, so high,
Can't you see Him?
Have you not heard of His fame?
If you have not seen or heard,
Abeg look on high,
You will see Him there, shining in the light of His glory,
My God is on high,
He aint a local champion (Wetin you dey talk?)
I am so high, I can touch the sky like Kanye,
This Jesus not only walks, He soars with me,
Me on His wings, gliding up in the air, He is on high,
And now He runs this town, not only tonight,
But forever, He is the King of kings and Lord of lords,
He is on high.
He rules this body, His temple
I am on high,
If you still no get this tory
Check the Most High's love letter to man,
Then maybe you will understand why,
This son of the Most High is on high!

Audio coming soon...

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Me and Jesus

The new book I am writing inspires this poem. I hope that even as you read it you will be blessed.
 

Friends come and go,
Me and Jesus still remain .
Family can betray you,
Me and Jesus are still tight.
People judge and criticise,
Me and Jesus know what’s up.
The enemy tries to steal my joy,
Me and Jesus overcome.
I am so in love with Him,
He is the One who rescued me.
I am so in love with Him,
He is the One who takes care of me.
I am so in love with Him,
Under His arms, I find peace.
I am so in love with Him.
My burdens and fears are on Him.
I don’t care what this world may bring,
I don’t care what anyone thinks,
Someday I will see Him,
(and me and Jesus)
We will live happily ever after.
Selah!

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Poetically Speaking is available for download!!!

Hey guys!

Poetically Speaking is now available for download here

It features spoken word pieces from me and music from eMJoy, Phis-A-Man, Von Trap, Adot and Je'Kob from The Washington Projects...

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Nominate "Anani Speaks" for The Nigerian Blog Awards

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The Nominees for the Group A category for the Nigerian Blog Awards has started. You can nominate Anani Speaks for the Best Poetry Blog category, Best Student blog, Best New blog or the unique voice category. Just type the address of the blog http://ananispeaks.blogspot.com in the available box. Also, you can nominate our sister blog The Talkaholic. The address is http://harry-rami.blogspot.com

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On Poetically Speaking

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I wanna apologize on the delay of the launch of the Poetically Speaking Mixtape. I have been trynna upload it online but it is not uploading...

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