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YOU ARE NOT ALONE

by July 21, 2018
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
(On a special request)

You are not alone,
You are not without me.
You are not forgotten,
I am here for you.

I am here under the rains
Even under the sun,
I am here in the winter and summer
I am by you always.

I am standing by you,
Though you sometimes see me from afar
But I am still here for you,
Even when you refuse to give me your heart.

I will stand by you my love,
I will hold you tight so that you don’t fall.
I will look into your eyes with a smile of love
For you are my own and not ‘his’.


‘He’ broke your heart severally,
Even in front of me,
But I will never use that against you.
I will repair it and keep to myself.

I am here love,
To fly you over the storms,
And to shield you in turbulence,
I am here even when you are no more.

I am here my friend,
To heal your heart from the past,
And build a new you full of peace
I am here for you,
I am God
Ntui Oben Obi Agbor
Butare
20 July 2018

THE BLUE MOON

by July 21, 2018
THE BLUE MOON
(Poem on Special request)

Look into the blue on a sunny day,
Surrender your worries to it.
Don’t keep the sadness of the past within,
For the blue moon on a sunny day is here

Sing a song of peace within,
Touch your heart and love yourself,
The blue moon is here
To turn blue your black.

Look into the blue moon with hope,
Hope for your children and your community,
Receive the courage of a blue moon,
The blue moon is here for you.

Empty your mind.
Not with wine
Nor in a shrine
But under a blue moon inspired by God.

Look at the blue moon,
Close your eyes to the dark cloud surrounding it,
Receive the power to continue inspiring others
And be a blue moon to others

Some will appreciate,
Others will condemn
But always extend the peace of the blue moon
For you yourself are a blue moon
Ntui Oben Obi Agbor
20 July, 2018
Butare Rwanda


Build Your Relationship

by July 21, 2018

DROP IT DOWN

by May 28, 2018
DROP IT DOWM
(To a Nation on the eve of war)

Drop it down,
We are tired of its sound,
Every day in our town,
We don’t need it around.

Drop it down,
And set us free from the bushes,
And the fear we now live in,
Give us a break from darkness.

Drop it down,
For everywhere is bloody,
And many suburbs are empty,
The land is dirty.

Stop the killing no matter your side,
Give peace a chance and reduce this pool of blood.
Save our children from the nation’s shame
And let them see its fame.

Lay down your pride and reduce the content of the grave
The earth has eaten enough,
The land has lost a lot in this rough,
Things have been tough.

Stop the massacre,
Spare us this disgrace.
We are tired,
This is not what we want.

Our eyes are falling off,
Our ears are fed up,
Of the firing from break to dawn.
We are tired of the run.

Peace is what we need,
Dialogue is not more than us,
Stop the battle,
And retreat to the table of understanding.

Drop it down,
Your weapons ready to devour.
Use your brains and hearts for a while,
And you will see it’s worthless to fire….

Children have died and still dying,
Women and men painted by their own blood,
Villages have been transformed to virgin lands,
Relatives and friends caught in bushes.

Where do we go to?
When we are only focused on loading the gun?
When love has been sacrificed for hate?
When all our speeches are of war?

Drop it down,
And stop the burning.
Bring back our brothers and sisters
From their forests of refuge.

Save our lives,
Give us light,
We have had enough,
We don’t want more.
PEACE IS POSSIBLE.
OBI


Fantasy journey

by May 20, 2018

TOWARDS A PEACEFUL SOCIETY

by May 19, 2018

TOWARDS A PEACEFUL SOCIETY

(A poem presented at the Synod Office Hall of the PCC during the closing of the 2nd TOT Conflict Transformation Workshop organized by the PCC Peace Office)

10 days have come and gone,
Finally we are done.
These days have run,
It has been fun.

We came from the heart of the Nation,
We were from the hills of Bamenda,
We were from Foumban where our fathers discussed our marriage,
We came from the town of the Bells and Akwa
We emerged from the towns of the Endeleys and Manga William

We sprang from one mother and father,
Whose principles we assembled to lay emphasis on
We came from high and lowlands,
We came from a land in need of our hands and minds,
We are from Peace.

Conflict transformation was the song we sang
All in our search for a smiling world
Where nonviolence is king
And made our thing.

Seventeen strong men and women of timber,
Not forgetting caliber.
From the nooks and cranny of Cameroun,
Refilling their brains at the foot of Mount Cameroon.

A team inspired by dynamism,
Inspiration and openness
These were the ingredients of our ten days journey
At the Holy Hills of the PCC.

Mr.Tarhyang and his silent comedy,
Rev Ntah cannot be left out
Njeumo and his time keeping skills,
Mr.Ndasi could not be separated from Peace journalism
And Mr. Makarios could faint if children did not appear in his presentation.

What a journey it has been.
A journey of blueprints and beefing ups,
A journey of religious tolerance and consideration
A journey of humility and simplicity

It has been a journey that seemed long at the first step
But only a stone throw at the end.
It’s been a journey dedicated to peace
And love.

Now the journey has come to an end,
And we are en route to our comfort zones.
What new impact shall we create?
How inspiring will our efforts be?

Shall we take off our garments of peace and act nonviolently?
Shall we seat and watch while injustice prevails?
Shall we dance and wine while innocent children die in front of us?
Or shall we only practice nonviolence on papers?

The world awaits us.
Not only as reformed trainers
But as people who resemble their trainings.
People who will seek peaceful solution despite the heat.

Let’s sing peace, let’s dance it
Let’s have it as breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Let’s match our preaching with our actions
Let’s not only be spectators in the peace Mission
We can be spec actors if not actors.

10 days are gone,
And we are on journey towards a peaceful world.
Let this peace be practical,
Both in the dark and light.

Our trip to the Synod of the PCC is over.
And this hall will not echo our voices again.
Majorie,Ben,Joseph,Sandrine,Ngafi,Nathalie, Saidu,Joel,Franca
Mariama,Jerome,Nta, Catherine,Djeumo,Makarious,Gilbert and Tarhyand.
All will go,
But shall this connection be cut off?

The workshop is over,
And the time to implement is now.
Let’s keep the network
The world needs us.
PEACE IS POSSIBLE
Its goodbye from Wolf and I
Ntui Oben Obi Agbor
PCC Peace Office
670203670

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