Stage 4 #project100podium

Diary 4
I was really excited about the dance steps, beautiful songs, powerful choir, energetic youths and the vibrant atmosphere I experienced this evening at the CITY OF REFUGE YOUTHS in Lagos Mainland today. Once again, Fear lost this recollection of the memoir to Faith considering my poetic ministration. Unfortunately though, Faith also recorded a great loss today. Let me quickly make you understand. As soon as I got to the Bus Stop where I will board the bus to the Concert venue, a woman faced me and started praying what I considered "political prayers". She wasn't strange to me, neither was the innocent child she carried as her unique pity object but what was strange to me was my reaction. For the first time, I didn't care to look at the countenance of that child, perhaps it would have spurred me to give some money to the praying mother. I didn't even care to search my wallet if there was any little change. I just wanted to discharge her because of the crowd at the mustering Bus Stop considering the post-election result reactions. That was what Fear did to me. As soon as I left her, Faith nudged me and said "go back and bless that child". I turned back, but she was gone. Was she a spirit. Was she an angel. I was perturbed. Have I missed out of something tangible. Why did the Holy Spirit say "bless" instead of "give". I looked for her but couldn't find her. Then, remorsefully, I went to perform my poetic duty and enjoyed every bit of the concert as though nothing happened. As I was returning home, I remembered the earlier scene and the scar reopened especially when I started listening to "Go Light Your World"  by Carmel Horan. Fear mocked me till I got home that I had failed to light hope on someone's face. Trust Faith, it said, "don't worry, but be sensitive so you don't fail the next one." All  the same, it was a great time out. Lives were blessed, and I was blessed too. #CityOfRefuge_12.4.15. #project100podium #lytoflyfpoetry #Fiery_lips.