In Maya Angelou Poem Still I Rise, it gives hope to everyone to Still Rise, even when we have been through our toughest journey.
When I need a lift up in life, l go right into her poem.
Will you join me in remembering that:
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Soak in the vibe of her words remembering, never to give up not matter what you are going through.
Lest we forget. All we are is divine. Let’s use our wisdom, understanding and skills unto the Lord and be the change we want to see in this world. Let us not bury what has been given to us freely.
We are given Divine qualifications to do the divine will of God. We are wise to contrive, diligent to execute, and able also to teach and help others.
We all have distinguished abilities, zeal, and knowledge, wisdom, to truly fulfill our calling and life purpose at any level.
Whatever we have learnt in school or anywhere else, if we are not using the skills, knowledge, understanding, truth to bring solutions, help people, speak truth, teach others, co-create then we become as useless as the candle under a bushel.
God’s Spirit wants to flow through us as rivers of living water (John 7:38). We must believe this, and as the days darken we must learn to be His voice and speak His truth!
The broken places need repairing. Nations are in turmoil, evil is rampant, people are discouraged and frightened. We can stand in the gap and bring healing to the earth as we are God’s voice of hope and life. We can help destroy the works of evil and rebuild, repair, and restore through our prayers.
Psalm 29:3-9. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is majestic. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; the Lord breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.
There she was as she stepped in the room, hands on heels, carrying the general’s bags excited to be the perfect host at the Cavier 7 Star hotel, abode the VIP lift reserved only for renowned dignitaries.
Here you are sir. Enjoy the presidential suite. Call me if you need anything. She added, with her melodious voice, enough to dethrone a king. But her voice, was not her only captivating asset, her enchanting angelic smile too was one to melt hearts, and her curvaceous melanin coloured self, must have been the reason God took a long time to create this female figure the General, thought to himself.
The General smirked as he moved closer, salivating like a starved canine, but masked with authority written all over his demeanor. Over the years, he had learnt to hide his defect as a molester with his uniform. He smiled and laughed, actions that often revealed the uglyiness in him. His laughter, was not loud but enough to exhume and pollute the room with his power.
In his presence, the scent of wild cider overpowered the room. His uniform, perfectly pressed and crisp, smelled of batik fabric, soaked in leather, but softened in starch. And then, he majestically moved past Jessy, and click, the door was shut, click again, the latch was set and that was when Jessy’s naive mind, fathomed the magnitude of the danger lurking in this suite.
Her supervisor had always assigned her this role as hostess to official guests, who regularly stayed in the hotel. The first time she saw the presidential suite, she fantasized using this presidential suite perhaps on her honeymoon, as she had imagined her prince charming lifting her from the door, into this inviting room……But anyway I digress…)
The general was in this presidential room today not because he deserved it, or not because he could afford it but due to a corrupt deal that he was arm twisting the owners, over a dispute on a cargo, that was expected from Juba in South Sudan.
Then the steps, the overwhelming smell of woody scented cologne mixed with cuban cigar and the smell of batik, moved closer and closer in no hurry, for what in the world could interfere with this moment, all details fully planned by the general and the two uniformed men just outside the door.
It was then that Jessy felt a cold, hard element touch her bare arms. Momentarily, she was confused- what she had initially imagined would be hot, hard and alert, was instead cold, as it moved up her arms through her neck and touched her lips. As it moved closer to her nose, is when she knew… oh my, she felt and smelled the metallic object close to her nose and her mind started racing realizing the gun and the general…her painful mortality was just round the corner.
The gun that had taken her papa, her entire family, her village. The gun she had fled to freedom all those years back, through the upper Nile and out of South Sudan through the Ruwenzori in Uganda and eventually landed in Kenya.
The General, Kosidole Oyuk Ogit, had made his point and made her know that power was in the house, he publicised his Authority, only that this time, there was no public, But little Jessy, totally shaken… almost shitting her pants, – only that before the General arrived she had asked her supervisor for a quick bathroom break.
The feelings in her were raw, the pounding of the heart, the goosebumps on her delicate skin, as she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the terror before her. She waited in silence, holding her breath, tightening her muscle, as her stomach summersaulted inside of her, as she waited for the sound of the cork…. Cork.. Cork……(To be Continued).
The Bible says that it’s unlawful to have her: Matt. 14:4, NKJV
Here are some tips to take when cornered by a strong perpetrator, , loaded with a Gun.
1. Do not Panic!
2. Try to talk through, this can disarm your abuser!
3. Look out for an escape route.
4. Learn tips of negotiation!
Some Bible Verses to Guide on Abuse of Authority
Ephesians 6:9 – And masters, do the same things to them, and give up threatening, knowing that both their Master and yours is in heaven, and there is no partiality with Him.
Leviticus 25:43 You shall not rule over him with severity but are to revere your God.
Deuteronomy 24:14 – “You shall not oppress a hired servant who is poor and needy, whether he is one of your countrymen or one of your aliens who is in your land in your towns.
1 Peter 5:2-3 – shepherd the flock of God among you, exercising oversight not under compulsion, but voluntarily, according to the will of God; and not for sordid gain, but with eagerness; nor yet as lording it over those allotted to your charge, but proving to be examples to the flock.
Exodus 23:9 “You shall not oppress a stranger, since you yourselves know the feelings of a stranger, for you also were strangers in the land of Egypt.
Matthew 20:25-27 – But Jesus called them to Himself and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great men exercise authority over them. It is not this way among you, but whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you shall be your slave;
Luke 22:25-26 And He said to them, “The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them; and those who have authority over them are called ‘Benefactors.’ But it is not this way with you, but the one who is the greatest among you must become like the youngest, and the leader like the servant.
Ezekiel 22:29 The people of the land have practiced oppression and committed robbery, and they have wronged the poor and needy and have oppressed the sojourner without justice.
Zechariah 7:10 and do not oppress the widow or the orphan, the stranger or the poor; and do not devise evil in your hearts against one another.’