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Wednesday, 24 January 2018
Thursday, 18 January 2018
Saturday, 13 January 2018
Well for me, being a physicist with a near infinite love for creative writing, I consider life as many things and one of those things I consider life as is that life is energy. Life is basically a field where a seeming endless conversation of energy takes place.
Chemical energy in food becomes mechanical energy which men employ in doing various tasks like speech and all that.
Every trade that exists under the sun bears a unique name different from any other but personally I think all trade is basically buying or selling energy. The grocery store owner is basically selling chemical energy, the boxers trade mechanical energy, thermal energy and the likes. The electrical engineer having purchased chemical energy from the grocery store converts it to mechanical energy which in due time is converted to electrical energy. The weapon maker today often converts nuclear energy to heat energy in proportions that exterminate life. Life is basically a field where energy is traded daily. Both matter and non matter partake in this cosmic trade, galactic bodies are not exempted.
Being in many ways a writer, I have long wondered what form of energy is traded by a writer, a public speaker and the likes. A writer could write a book about cooking or making a car, these are written energy which when acted out become full blown energy conversations. A preacher or public speaker does same, and when their advice is acted out, physical energy is often the result.
But what about a writer of fictional stories, a writer of inspirational poetry, what form of energy do they trade? These professions trade inspirations to the mind, inspirations that do not necessarily involve physical energy. If life is a field where energy is traded, then I say writers of inspirational poetry trade either mental energy or spiritual energy. Because their traded energy often cannot be touched but only felt by the sixth sense.
Poetry in its glory days thrived on the potency spiritual energy can own when it grows in a mind that believes in it. The prophetic parts of spiritual books like the Christian Bible were written using poetic languages, just to prove my point.
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Written by Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey. His Christian non fiction book titled Faith-Life is currently available at Amazon Books.
Thursday, 11 January 2018
Tuesday, 9 January 2018
EXCERPT FROM My Story
|When passion and talent are lovers destined to never meet.|
Life is such a place that is filled with the awkward things like people created with one leg desiring to be sprinters yet nature does not permit their course.
Personally I love music, I have loved to be a singer lifelong and at a short flash of time I tried my hands on it. When the craze to finally make my passionate affair with music turn reality touched my soul, at a time while my book titled Faith-Life was still an unfinished manuscript, I began writing songs and recording them, trying to get best yield from the limited recording instruments within my reach. Even the host of Hell who are accustomed to a chorus of endless, tuneless wailing could tell that my voice was terrible I guess.
Still ushered by my passion, I joined the Church Choir at an unusually late age. I was new in that particular congregation and thus when I joined the choir, they assumed I was a professional. I managed to dazzle the choir leaders during my first rehearsal with the Choir and since they thought I was a professional, they hastily gave me a part to solo at the next Church program. The next day, our last rehearsal before my presentation I was called to present my solo and surely I failed woefully, all night I missed the key. Nevertheless the Choir will not take my solo role from me lest they break my confidence.
On the day fated for the Church program, I sang to one of the largest crowd I have ever stood before till date. Somehow it went well but that was the limelight of my singing career; because down the line it was obvious the passion was not my talent.
My singing kept bringing yawns to my friends but my writings made some jaws drop once in a while. It was daily becoming obvious that singing was not made for me.
Not all passions in our hearts are designed to be pursued. Some passions are even designed to keep us humble, aye there are countless mystical reasons why a legless man bearing a passion to be a sprinter might just be a good thing. Nevertheless some passions if pursued brings the worse. Believe it or not majority of men out there are driven by passions, some passionate about crime and such. Such passions are wrong and taken mostly from the poisoned ether we currently inhabit.
Aside singing, I have like many out there had other passions fail to be reality, some of which are not caused by a lack of talent but by a lack of chance or opportunity. Passion without talent cannot take you far yet talent without opportunity is a wingless bird. I am often called a good footballer, football aka soccer has been a sport I have loved lifelong but life has never given me a chance to go for a trial or to pursue this lifelong dream.
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Written by Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey.
|Faith-Life by Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey.|
Faith-Life is basically a record of inspirations received by one Christian mind over a course of seven years.
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Friday, 5 January 2018
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
Layers of Inspirations
|Older layers are smaller than newer layers|
History teaches us a lesson about finer forms replacing previous forms. From Stone-age to Bronze-Age, we see repitatively a newer, finer form replacing an older form and the newer, finer form itself getting replaced by another newer form.
Once wars were decided by bows and arrows, spears and swords, but the invention of guns became the marvel of the age. Today, an army dependent on bows and arrows will lose the battle whether they have numerical advantage in terms of soldiers or not. Today there are aircrafts, drones, nuclear weapons, biological weapons, such that the army trusting bows and arrows is labeled an army of fools. Whereas yore, bows and arrows were the best tools of the most elite of armies.
Once there was the invention of television and while many would have thought that the television was the ultimate, the computer arrived to dwarf the glory of televisions. Today we have the Computer Age, we have robots and many like me already imagine: "what could be finer?". But if history is anything to go by, then I am expecting a finer form, a future where my children will tell me that 'I never lived life or had fun' because what they have is far better than what this glorious Computer-Age of contemporary times has offered me.
Speaking of finer forms is not restricted to history but religions and faith speak of finer forms that exist unexplored by the natural man save when he dies. A Christian calls it heaven, a Buddhist calls it Nirvana, many other religions give it different names and describe it and the path to it differently.
Like history speaks of chains of replacement of one form by another, so I imagine there are finer forms in the realm of inspiration and I place the realm of sight as the least of these realms. The realm of sight is the oldest realm the natural man knows till he is reawakened like Buddha would say. Poetry reaches it's peak when the old forms of sight are replaced with the higher forms in layers of inspirations. The poet thus becomes basically not the source of his poems but just like a wire, he transfers the currents of inspirations he tapped from layers of inspiration to the reader.
(c) Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey.
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Sunday, 31 December 2017
Thursday, 28 December 2017
WRITING FROM THE HEART
|When the pages you write are the portraits of your heart.|
The late country musician Don Williams during one of his songwriting spells was faced with the question of changing the true love of his heart in order to catch up with the trending country songs of those times. The singers and producers in those times rejected Don's penned songs on the grounds of them being not in line with the trending songs of those days. But Don, resilient, he refused to alter the style he loved so dearly, he would not write to please the producers but he will always write from passion. Seeing the rejections he faced, he opted to record the songs by himself and down that road, Don Williams became one of the greatest country singers of his generation.
Don's story can be applied to every other art, including writing. This post encourages every author whose passion is not favoured by the current trends to stay faithful to his passion.
Have you heard of trail blazers, men who set the pace rather than just follow. Every passion is a unique thing, with a potential to be the next trend. Instead of following another man's passion because the book market suggest so, why not let your own passion live?
Today poetry is not the popular literature in the market but then poetry can reach it's glory again, it begins with poets not jumping ship because the ship is currently holey. We must be resilient like the great Don Williams. We must allow our pages be the portrait of our hearts. Rather than jump ship we must fight it out, we must seal the holes and together make poetry our true passion great again.