My name is Eko Emelda Ene
I’m an upcoming Christian poet and writer currently at the Nigerian law school. I love all forms of art, but I am most captivated by the spirit of a written or spoken word. They say the heart of a broken girl remains in a strong woman; this is my inspiration, reaching out to just one broken spirit is what I breathe for.
(When I read this, I’m like Oh my!!! What a soul Emelda has. All ye poets and spoken word artists, you are allowed to snap your fingers and nod your head. You wouldn’t be alone 😉.)
Time to hear more from Emelda:
THE FIRST TIME I FELL IN LOVE
I won’t bore you with any magical soft lyrical rhythm you hear in movies. I don’t need to sugar coat how I feel about him; words they say, are a thousand jigsaw puzzles put as one.
It was one of those clumsy Wednesday nights, I laid In bed tossing and turning, building castles in the air, oh! The boredom crept in deep, I remember, the power supply had been interrupted (for those that would suggest a movie).
My life was like a sinking sand, I had lost my appetite for any positive activities, I was tired of it all when my good friend walked in, asking if I could be his date to church. Finally! it was a breakthrough for the night, I jumped into my jeans ….this was my last memory of singleness, that night was my bridge to unending happiness. I met Him!
You see, Pneuma and I have had rough times. It was not love at first sight but love built on patience, consistency and willingness of course. Like I was in love with me.
I remember times when He talked all day and night, gosh! I wasn’t listening or showered me with gifts I hardly appreciated or the countless times He protected His woman while she slept deep probably snoring ( laughing). He sought a depth of communication and level of intimacy where our minds met as one, where I could almost guess what was on His mind or Him completing my sentences. It was powerful, it was an unending bliss, I was deeply in love.
I was swept off my feet, my heart races after all of Him; He prays for me more than I pray for myself. Nothing more comforting than arms to run into at the end of a hectic day, oh! the encouraging whispers in my ears when I am broken and hurting. Shielding me from it all; He compliments every detail on me ( my eyes, smiles, laughter, my mannerism of jokes).
I could go on and on about Him, my beloved gentleman, friend, (husband), companion, helper, my first best desire.
P.S: I am talking about the Holy Spirit sent amongst men.