TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
ABOUT THE BLOGGER
Rev. Dr. James Mbotela Syomuti, ThD, DD, PhD, is a Kenyan citizen and he lives in Kitui County, near Kitui Town. He is married to Anna and they have been blessed with six children, (four sons and two daughters.) All of their children are now adults and some of them are married. He is a pastor, a teacher, an artist, a writer of fiction and nonfiction, a poet, a humorist and he is also a prolific personal blogger (https://syomuti.blogspot.com). He has a deep passion for writing content. So far, he has written and published some ebooks with Smashwords Publishing Platform in USA. His published titles are; (1) The Maid (2) The Moving Mouth (3) The Virgin (4) The Drunkard. (5) The Soliloquist (One), (6) The Soliloquist (Two). (7) The Stranger & Other Poems. You can access the above books by visiting his site on the internet, by clicking https://syomuti.com He has taught students at different Secondary Schools in his home county for many years down the line. He is an approved Bible Skills Institute (BSI) trainer, a theological program of Every Home for Christ International, (HeadquartersThe Jericho Center, Colorado Springs, COUSA). He teaches church adults theological courses. On top of that, he teaches adults (physically), English Language. He is a born again Christian, a pastor and the Founder/Bishop of Siloam Worship Center International Ministries. You can access the church details online, by just writing and clicking the above underlined name, on the internet. He is an itinerant preacher, a radio preacher and a teacher of the Word of God. He has several certificates and diplomas in theology, from national and international Bible Schools. He has a certificate in Spiritual Life Development from Northwestern Christian University, in USA. Above all, he has honorary doctorate degrees of Doctor of Humanity (DH) and Doctor of Theology (ThD) from Prixton Church & University, in USA. He also has a Bachelor of Arts (BA) in Ministry Science, and honorary doctorate degrees of;Doctor of Achievement in Ministry Science, Master of Arts (MA) in Ministry Science, Doctor of Divinity (DD) in Ministry Science and Doctor of Philosophy (PhD) in Ministry Science, from Abide University, in USA.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
To whom it may concern.
This is to notify you that,
the person in question,
was a one time student,
at our school. He was a diligent and an enthusiastic student, in every area of operation, assigned to him by his teachers.
He was academically upbeat.
During his school days, he always scored high marks. He got the best grades in all subjects. He clinched position one, in the numerical order,
of any examination that he did.
To whom it may concern.
The person in question, was chosen by his class teachers,
to be a class prefect. By virtue of his class performance,
he impressed his teachers.
To whom it may concern.
Please take note that, the person in question, sometimes became unruly to his teachers.
At times, he also bullied the students, of the other junior classes. Any assistance offered to him, will be highly appreciated!
To whom it may concern.
The person in question, was at one given time promoted, to the level of the school captain.
Occasionally, he would sneak at night,out of the school compound,
and go to the nearest pub,
to drink beer. Any assistance offered to him, will be highly appreciated!
To whom it may concern.
The person in question, had a clear track record, of frequent fights,
with his contemporary school mates. He also had a chronic habit,
of smoking opium. Any assistance offered to him, will be highly appreciated!
YOUR FUTILE SCHEMES
your clamor and vigorous quest
for pre-eminence and fame,
you pursued fantasy and managed
to grasp and embrace mere shame.
You deceived yourself and miscalculated your wicked schemes.
Your heart was throbbing with bitternessband beckoning a deep desire, to harm your frail opponent.
But what happened eventually?
You came down tumbling and yelling, after receiving the bitter share of your unpalatable conspiracy.
Your intimate allies teamed up in one accord, to sympathize and comfort you, but it was all in vain.
Their sympathy and prodding,
didn’t yield any tangible results.
It was tantamount to chasing after the wind.
But in the course of doing so,
you reaped the whirlwind.
You set your evil traps at different places, to ensnare your unsuspecting and innocent victims.
But little did you know that the Hunter of hunters,
had already laid His mighty siege works,to trap you in your relentless and unquenchable desire,
to cause intrigue and devastation,
to your harmless and imagined opponents.
Surely and indeed, your purported gain and all your crafty operations,
came to naught and eventually
you didn’t achieve your goal.
All your sympathizers approached you, in their futile attempts,
to console you in your deep agony.
But the sting of your deeds,
had already sunk deep and nobody could remove it.
They appeared to be remorseful and quite enticing. They implored you to arise and fill your quiver again, with sharper arrows.
And of course you tried to aim at your unarmed civilians, because you regarded yourself as a valiant soldier.
But now, there you are deeply wounded, wallowing and whimpering unsuccessfully, in your unyielding clamor, to exact revenge on your imagined enemies.
THE WITCH BIRD
Your indignation and persistent desire, to waylay your opponents,
continued within you. All your shrewd schemes only culminated in futility, and degrading shame.
Your allies and sympathizers surrounded you. They comforted you in your deep state of agony.
You marshaled your troops,
ready to ambush your helpless
and unsuspecting subjects,
instead of protecting them
against external adversity.
You became a real tyrant to them,and to the rest of the wider spectrum masses.
All your oppressed and wounded local populace, groaned and writhed in fathomless agony and desperation.
Instead of standing for the cause of the helpless, you stood against their cause mercilessly. Your heart was fully determined to exterminate, those who had been entrusted upon your care.
Your nostrils breathed venom.
Your mouth uttered felony and total extermination.
But little did you know that your subjects, had suffered extensively during your era of darkness and distress.
And so, they all rose against your cruel, and uncouth administration.
You who once regarded yourself as a hero and untouchable in your own empire, of devastation.
Your day of wrath finally came.
They laid proper siege works against you, but you assumed and underrated their fool proof snares.
You were finally caught red-handed.
You threatened your opponents,
instead of lying low and getting even with them.
Your mouth emitted deadly venom,
in your futile efforts to run away from your scandal,
scot-free.
The populace had already been enraged, and the opportune time
which they had been yearning for,
had already been realized without much struggle.
Like a wounded and charging bear,
you charged at your subjects
but it was too late for you. You yelled and writhed in immeasurable pain, like a fierce cobra, whose tail has been mutilated.
YOU SOWED
You sowed disunity, and in return you reaped destruction.
Did you not know, that whatever a man sows, so he shall reap?
You sowed lies, but instead you reaped a state of being hoodwinked. Your treacherous behavior betrayed you.
You sowed division, thinking that you will emerge, as an arbitrator.
But instead you reaped desertion,
and rejection by your associates.
You sowed squabbles, thinking that you would be the victor of the day.
But instead you reaped separation and loneliness.
You sowed self exaltation, but reaped outright rejection, by the people you despised. You sowed and portrayed pomp, but instead you reaped, total loss of your audience and close associates.
You sowed craftiness, but instead you reaped disapproval, from the public accolade.
You decided to exploit your friends,
but they discovered your evil intentions in good time.
You lost many of your friends because you thought you could outwit them, but all in vain.
IN THE MIRROR
In the mirror of my limited imagination, I tried to decipher and fathom your great works, in my intricate form.
My frail being perplexes me, when I force my mind to comprehend your wondrous works. Surely, you have woven and molded me, in a state that is beyond my scope of comprehension.
Indeed your works, are beyond human level of understanding, and interpretation. Even though man boasts and takes pride in his numerous discoveries and achievements, all this is just like a drop of water, in the sea.
Your knowledge and artistic works,
are quite complex and too difficult,
for any human being to fathom.
In the mirror of my limited imagination, I see countless human hair, growing on the head.
Sometimes I am deeply tempted in my mind, to take an imaginary dissecting instrument. When I start the exercise of operating on the head, in order to trace the hair’s origin, I definitely get lost
in my futile attempt, because I apparently do not succeed in my concerted efforts of my assignment.
When I fail and get confused
in my first assignment, I consider venturing into my second task.
During such times, I take a flight into a special organ, called the heart.
In my efforts to dissect and see
how it pumps blood, and what makes it throb twenty four hours
round the clock without stopping,
I become more scared and confused.
I wonder why I am doing all this!
In the mirror of my limited imagination, I see a man sleeping comfortably and enjoying his sleep. But lo! Just imagine, this pump, this generator, this organ, the heart, continues to throb and pump blood, relentlessly without the man’s assistance.
In the mirror of my limited imagination, I see the man sleeping and wallowing in his bed, quite oblivious, of the operation of this vital organ, the heart. Your works are surpassingly great. They are too difficult, for any man to understand and explain.
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