Friday, 20 November 2015

HE IS GOD AFTERALL


This was inspired by the movie "LUCY". You'd understand it better if you see the movie. Totally fiction people. judge less. 
 
HE IS GOD AFTERALL

            He had a partner from ‘LUCY’, a female version of Himself. He had wanted someone (a helper) too. When He created for one for Adam (man), He hadn’t thought of Himself but over time, He came to like these creatures, even adore them. He eventually decided it wouldn’t hurt to have one but in order to have one, she had to be distinct. She couldn’t be as ordinary as his other creations. He had given them ability to access only 10%. He had felt they wouldn’t be able to do much damage with that little but then humans always are humans. With as little capacity as 10%, they have still found ways to destroy their habitat, make living unsuitable to others and channeling resources only to a few and these are just the ones that use close to their full capacity. The many others who hardly bother to discover their potentials do worse; they turn to violence out of frustration, malice and envy. Some have even taken killing as a hobby and pronounce that they do it in His name and that hurts the most. It hurts that His creation could become pure evil; they oozed darkness and distorted his landscape with their dark-dotted hearts.

            This was probably why He had created her. To take his mind off these hurting sights and at the moment she was doing a good job. She was a constant thorn in His flesh (when He decided to have one) while still being amazing. He had given her 90% access but constantly made her believe she was a 100% like Him. Of course He didn’t have to lie about it, after all He is God, and He never does. It was for safety reasons anyway; just in case she was to get a bit out of hand, He’d still have the upper hand plus the universe really only needed one true God. He sometimes questioned His decision in giving her up to 90%, maybe 50% would have been enough but He had wanted a being close to Him. One that would have knowledge of the bodies and firmaments and of the unseen, even the beginning and no human could process that easily, not even with 50%.

            So yes, 90% was apt; close but not close enough to dominate, lower but not too low as not to understand Him. She had been His vacation, companion and friend so much so that even on days she was being difficult, He never regretted His wisdom in her creation. Although He didn’t like it when she made him alter things He’d rather leave in place; touch the lives of people when He’d rather let them figure things out themselves, but He also understood that she was emotional after all, He had made her out of the female fold. He had thought it adequate since His creations always referred to Him as a He. Of course He was many things; a He and a She included but the reference had stuck and grown on Him that He now also referred to Himself as a He too.

            He felt her presence now and turned to acknowledge her. She had taken another form as she always likes to do; pleasing His sight with His many creative forms. This time she looked Caucasian and African at the same time. This was a beautiful blend and He momentarily thought of making a race out of this mix. He wondered when next He would see her true form for He knew she only showed her true form on special occasions. He had another momentary thought of making a new phenomenon occur but decide to wait. He reached for her and her form hands touched His and He knew and said that this was good.

COS I KNOW


I hold my head up high cos I know

Yeah I hear the whispers. I see the mean stares

Your smile is so tight. You are really terrible at faking it.

You didn’t have to turn your back to roll your eyes; I saw it coming

I hold my head up high cos I know

I know what I want and don’t settle for less

I don’t rush it to beat others and end up stumbling on the way

You don’t like that I am comfortable in my own skin cos you aren’t in yours

I hold my head up high cos I know

That my mistakes don’t define me they only make me better

You talk about them and dwell on them, wasting your time

You make all sorts of jokes about em while I move on,

 I hear you sniggering

Yet I hold my head up high cos I know

That you hate me for pushing you

For making you leave your comfort zone

You felt humiliated, strained and naked

But to achieve greatness you have to go through these

I hold my head up high cos I know

That you believe you can only make it by working against me

Or without my knowledge

If only you knew the greatness that could be achieved together

I hold my head up high cos I know

That being different is a success on its own

I offered that you be different with me

But you were scared and instead of saying so,

You turned it to hate

I hold my head up high because I know

I know that I still love you all regardless

My motivation is love and in me dwells a well full of it

But in loving others, I love myself the most

And I know you know this

Do you know now why I hold my head up high?