All posts by Sandra C. Obiora

I am called many things. A lover of God, a PhD student, a Language Enthusiast, an Audio Technician, a Motivational Speaker, an Artist, a Writer, a Lover of tennis and all things Japanese anime..., and among them all, i am a poet, ambitious, and a genuine lover of good writing, art, and photography.

Lover, Savior

Feature post: Write up by Reynard


Now, I don’t only get to call HIM savior. I get to call HIM lover. I get to call HIM my very best friend.

I know a lot of people may look at this post and wonder what I smoked to get me this high. Truth is it’s HIS presence-

It’s a whole different kind of oxygen.

The type that comes when GOD himself draws you so near to HIM you can practically breath HIM in.

So close to the point HE feels like HE’s closer than your skin.

A place where HIS love for you echoes so loud it drowns out all the noise and opinions this world scream and that voice of condemnation-hahaha

It’s silenced completely to the point where you know beyond a shadow of doubt that with HIM is where you belong.

I’ve found my home in the heart of God.

And if you’ve ever wondered what the walls look like, just know it has your face, my face and the faces of the whole world tattooed throughout its entire parameter.

You may be one of those people who has always looked for a home in places you were never meant to fit in.

….. come as you are. GOD’s heart remains as open as the arms of JESUS the Christ that died for you on that cross……

Peace.


By Reynard

Show Glass

I am on a trip to exploring who Sandra C. Obiora used to be a decade ago! This poem was written 11.01.2010 – 8 whole years ago.


Is it desolation or mere isolation when

There is a demarcation between you,

And the others you call peers?


It appears that they are on the other side,

And you, with you and yourself on the

Spectators end.


One against a thousand,

Is far too unfair, and

It must be this way because you are different.

Or maybe, you are unique.

but If you were unique, then they will turn around.


But why?

Why do they go on with their lives as though

You do not exist?

Why is the demarcation transparent?

It could just be painted black,

It could be a mirror, reflecting you,

Making you appear more than they are.

Creating for you the illusion

That you are indeed with your peers.


But why?

Why does it have to be a glass?

A glass through which you can watch their every move,

Their oblivious faces,

Faces that so innocently show, that

They do not recognize you?


I ask you this time.

Are you in desolation or isolation?



Pelayo

It is my birthday today. Maybe no one will remember me. 

Yet I am happy within and so thankful to God for the life He has given me.

I know life is not easy and it shouldn’t always be. It may test me, judge me, but may lead me to several results.

One day has value. One hour has much more than that. One minute is even better, and each second given to reading this is perhaps the most valuable gift to me.

So give value to life now, you can change it or it may change you.

~ Thoughts by Pelayo

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Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature. Old things are past away. Behold all things have become new.

~ 2 Corinthians 4:17

Wisdom Fight

“Choosing to be positive, content, and welcoming in character instead of being constantly discontented, negative, and a complainer, is referred to by some people as the ‘wisdom of life’.

However, I have found that this is easy to comprehend, yet very difficult to execute. For complaining is second nature to man. Therefore we must fight each day with our second nature, lest we become sour losers.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

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Photo by Tarzine Jackson

Father Mine

Fathers are a little more than a gift from God.

Blessed is that lady whose father has shown her how a man should be.
Blessed is she whose father hugs and kisses her daily.
The one whose father said to her:

“you shall be great”. “Greatness is your name.”

Blessed is that one whose father taught her to clean, to cook, to make the bed, to be organized, to keep to time, to be kind, to be giving, to be humble, to be respectful.
Blessed is that lady whose dad calls her ‘my princess‘. Who tells her ‘you are beautiful’.You are a gift from God to me’.
Whose father never challenged her gender. Whose father said to her ‘blessed are you among men’. Whose father prays over her life.
Blessed is that woman whose husband is loved by her father.

Blessed is she whose father is a lover of her mother.
Blessed is she who learns what a home should be.
For she will be great. ‘She will not stand before mean men’.
So blessed am I for the divine gift of a father. Blessed be God for this great man in my life. One so irreplaceable. So kind, so loving, so blessed, so gifted, such a gift.
Happy Father’s day my darling father.


I love you daddy. You are more than an enigma.

Mental Boost

“If anyone makes you feel less than you actually are, less important, less cool, less awesome.

If in any way they make you question your value in life at the innermost part of your being, or when you are alone,

then they need to go. Simple.

You need every mental second you have to think of amazing things and dwell on amazing people.” 

~ By Sandra C. Obiora (23.11.17)

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Mimo by Kwame Kevin Okai

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Most Poetic Lyrics of 2017

I confess I overplayed this song because I am overwhelmed by it’s poetic genius. The Writers said it took almost a year just to get the lyrics right. I believe them! ~ Check out the song itself once you can! here are the outstanding lyrics!

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Photo by Free Nature

God of creation
There at the start
Before the beginning of time
With no point of reference
You spoke to the dark
And fleshed out the wonder of light


And as You speak
A hundred billion galaxies are born
In the vapour of Your breath the planets form
If the stars were made to worship so will I
I can see Your heart in everything You’ve made
Every burning star
A signal fire of grace
If creation sings Your praises so will I


God of Your promise
You don’t speak in vain
No syllable empty or void
For once You have spoken
All nature and science
Follow the sound of Your voice


And as You speak
A hundred billion creatures catch Your breath
Evolving in pursuit of what You said
If it all reveals Your nature so will I
I can see Your heart in everything You say
Every painted sky
A canvas of Your grace


If creation still obeys You so will I
If the stars were made to worship so will I
If the mountains bow in reverence so will I
If the oceans roar Your greatness so will I
For if everything exists to lift You high so will I
If the wind goes where You send it so will I
If the rocks cry out in silence so will I
If the sum of all our praises still falls shy
Then we’ll sing again a hundred billion times


God of salvation
You chased down my heart
Through all of my failure and pride
On a hill You created
The light of the world
Abandoned in darkness to die


And as You speak
A hundred billion failures disappear
Where You lost Your life so I could find it here
If You left the grave behind You so will I
I can see Your heart in everything You’ve done
Every part designed in a work of art called love
If You gladly chose surrender so will I
I can see Your heart
Eight billion different ways
Every precious one
A child You died to save
If You gave Your life to love them so will I


Like You would again a hundred billion times
But what measure could amount to Your desire
You’re the One who never leaves the one behind


~ So Will I (100 Billion Times) by Hillsong United~

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~Perspective Shift~


Woman! Oh Woman! thou art precious!
Everywhere and anywhere
In different shapes and shades,
Nevertheless, the most unique living creature on this planet!

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Photo by Jennifer

Some see her as an object
While some see her as a life force.
For she lays seamlessly at the heart of existence;
The world itself will be null and void without her.


Your perspective about her is directly proportional to your experience
She is a life giver yet deadly,
Pleasure giver yet a pressurizer,
It all depends on you.

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Photo by Min An

Man! Oh Man! It is time for your perspective to shift.
It is time to behold not just her physical beauty, but the workings of her very being.
It is time to see the potential, creativity, and gifts.
The uniqueness, the greatness and the brilliance within her that shines like the sun.


Love your woman and you will find true joy.
Speak life into her and see life in yourself.
Give her all your attention and enjoy a life of undiluted peace.
Bless her and enjoy a blissful home.

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Photo by Joshua McKnight

One man said ‘But variety is the spice of life’.
Yet, he has failed to realize that real variety is in one woman
For a woman can be likened to this planet,
Your location determines your experience and allocation.

Have you toured the world of your woman?
Have you enjoyed the variety she has to offer?
Have you been through her skies, seas, and dry lands?
Before you make your conclusion about her, travel the length and breadth of her planet.

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Photo by Anderson Guerra

Featured Poem by Olusola Olorunfemi Bamisile (B.B).

BB is an Energy Engineer, a lecturer, a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, and Audio Technician among other things. His aim is to empower the youth, especially men, to see and approach things differently. Above all, he is a lover of God.

In Twenty Days

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“In twenty days, the crowded Earth became as empty as Mars.

In this time, the moon became blood, and the sand became red. 

For the one I knew so well,  became the one I know no more. 


The thoughts I used to daily think, are now the thoughts I think no more.

The feelings I used to dwell on, are now the things I feel no more.

The plans we then did make, are plans I have no more.


For in just twenty days, the population of earth was traded for the wild storms of Mars.

The false comfort of ‘friendship’ turned into the 

Magnificent brilliance and hum of a truly silent planet.”

~By Sandra C. Obiora (Written 23.10.17)

Ego My Dear

Many are the mental struggles of mankind. 

Daily we fight wars for and against our fragile egos.

For if we will just accept that we feel what we feel, and we feel it how we feel it,

without first putting up an act or pretense,


We can therefore begin the game of loose and keep.

We can then dispose of that we must dispose of, and build on that which must be built.

We can then correct that which needs be corrected, 

and discard that silly thing called ego and pride.

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~ Artwork by Dagi ~

Dagmawi Moges from Ethiopia is a PhD Student of Computer Science and Technology. His goal is in tackling Artificial General intelligence (AGI) system one problem at a time. Or in other words, He is working on Semantic understanding of text corpus. (If you didn’t get that, you may not be alone.)

Anyway, he is also a bright and rising artist!

Destiny still arrives by Dagmawi Moges
Destiny Still Arrives by Dagmawi Moges
African Beauty by Dagmawi Moges
African Beauty by Dagmawi Moges
Half Face by Dagmawi Moges
Half Face by Dagmawi Moges

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~Hope and Despair~

~ Featured work by Muhammad Shehzad Hanif~

The days go restless, the nights sleepless.
I seek for you around but fail to guess,
My heart skipped a beat or two.
But my anxious eyes still have no clue…. 


The wind goes wild and rough on my face. 
Autumn leaves come down falling apace. 
All the birds have gone past long before. 
They will not come to the nests for sure.

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When the rays of hope turn to despair,
and the night of sadness prevailing everywhere.
The heart melts down my eyes through,
How much I miss you; I can’t tell you..!! 


Gazing on to the sky, I caught a shooting star
I thought of you being so so far 
 Down, it calms; at a whispering sound.
“Your love will soon be coming around”


Muhammad Shehzad Hanif is a PhD student of Management. A Telecom Engineer, a Network and Management Consultant, a Writer, and a Published Poet.

Human and Spirit

Did you know that you are Spirit that lives in flesh?

If you follow the flesh, and  simply follow the humanity you feel, it is  risky. 

For the human you are seated within is proud and always wanting. 

The human never stops needing. 

It never gives up on its pleasures. The human you are in is truly ‘only human’.


Yet, the spirit that you are has great control.

It possesses self discipline. It is ruled by conscience.

It knows morale and it is eternal. The spirit you are will continue after time.

The spirit you are can step over the human and become superhuman, supernatural!

Be the spirit, not the flesh.

~ By Sandra C. Obiora (Written May 24. 2012)

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Today I am showcasing a very old piece of mine.

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~The Opinion~

So he thought to have a glance.

Just a glance of an artwork she’d posted

To feast his itching eyes

In reading such bold poetic lines.


A little touch here and there

He thought to his little self.

A little touch on this poem

Could do much to really help.


His words carried clouds of weight

With pure intentions and without a bait

Her creative instincts were ignited

And she set off to do some work

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The page was duly updated 

And the laughter was everywhere smeared

An expression of a little thought

Of an idea conceived,

Coupled with a positive mindset of a poet

That made such a dream come alive…


So dream and think and share

And don’t be scared to be here

The future is but an idea

Of an Opinion to be shared.~

Featured Write up by Issah Kwame Osumanu.


Issah from Ghana is a Computer Science Engineering student, an Oriental Medicine Practitioner, a Writer, and a Martial Artist.
He got inspired by my earlier post titled ‘True Laughter’ 🙂

Poem: Another Love

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I want a love that never dies. 
Love that is not restless and full of lies. Not a love that is proud and full of contempt. 
You told me that you love me. Yet i see that your love is selfish. 

Your love is just there so you can get a good sleep at night.


Your love has no concern for my joy.
Your love has no concern for my peace of mind.
Your love is in the knowledge you derive from authority.
Your love is one that only pushes to prosperity.
It does not taste of sweetness.

It tastes of grease.


Your love is like the scrapping of a nail across the wall.
It is like the sound of a machine ridden with friction.
Your love does not taste like honey. It tastes like scented candle wax.

It does not feel like home, it feels like faux pas.


Yet, i did gain a lot from your brand of love. 
From your temperamental love i learnt to control my temperament.
From your insensitivity i learnt to be sensitive.
From your earnest pride and thirst for power, i learnt the art of subtlety and humility.
From your many words, i listened for silences.
From your silences i heard a thousand words.

From your manipulation i learnt resistance. 


Now however, i am venturing into a new love. 
I am panting to achieve a love that never dies.
A love that is not selfish. A love that is not manipulative.
A love that is mutual. A love that understands. Not a love that is always right, or a love that dies at the blink of an eye.
I need a love that is powerful. One that can’t be shaken. A love that is proud but humble. subtle but sweet. One that tastes like honey and berries. Not of grease and dust.
~By Sandra C. Obiora


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Happy Birthday to Me!

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Sandra C. Obiora by Kofi Ampah

Birthdays are a blessing. 

For they point us towards realizing those ones we adore.

They make us stop in time to appreciate the wonders of being created for a purpose.

For at one moment God said let there be Sandy, and then there was.

Happy birthday to me! I am growing cooler! 😉

True Laughter

Have you laughed? I mean really truly laughed.

You know the type that starts from your feet making your toes curl. That one that travels up your legs making them shake like a leaf in the wind.

That laughter that boils up in your belly like steam in an enclosed space looking for a way out. That one that literally causes you pain until you open your throat and let it all out and open.

That type of laughter that bursts out like a gush of wind producing a sound which for that moment in time brings with it an amnesia of all the things causing you pain and worry. 

So tell me. Have you ever truly laughed? 

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Featured Write-up by Dr. Perpetual C. Obiora.
Perpetual is a Medical Doctor, She is Multilingual, a Writer, and also my beautiful sister. 🙂