Time Waits Only In Dreams

Another day is over
A new one has begun
But time has no beginning
And no end except for us
It camouflages its passing
With changes in seasons
As if to mark its path
With memories of how we were
Our joys and sorrows
Framed in stills of time
While time itself whizzed on

Time gives us what it can
Junctions at which we have to pause,
To reflect, rest and to take off again.
As if to draw us to chase after it
To try and recover our lost illusions
But time has no time to wait on our whims
Day follows night, day and night and day and
Light follows dark, light and dark and light and
Our senses try to adjust
To events as they unfold
But time does us no favours
It leaves us trying to unravel the present
While gazing at a past we can’t seem to let go of

Before we know we are done
Time speeds ahead, not a minute to spare
While we rest and play and work,
And some sleep and some even die
Time does not even stop to blink
It marches on untouched by our human drama
Summer, winter, autumn, spring
Simply loops on which time cycles
Riding on in its pomp in mockery of human frailty
Moving upwards in spirals of motion
Unperturbed by our emotions
Un-delayed by history, it marches on
Never to repeat the cycle of today
It heads for tomorrow at break neck speed
And we chase after never catching up

Time is resolute in its commitment
To move forward come what may
It does not hold on to events that trip us
No matter how gruesome or glorious they may seem
While people mourn the passing of a great one,
And historians record other milestones
The new dawn greets us with the cry of a new born
Another doomed to chase after time
Time does its work with certain conviction
And so must we from one day to the next

So no matter how hard today may have been
We must remember tomorrow is on its way
So we prepare to say bye to the now
Making each ticking second worth our while
Whether we choose to rest, play or work
The choice is ours, now is a gift soon passing on
Intangible memories are ours to keep
While we strive to keep in step with time
Today’s events hide the beginnings
Of a new day that will soon pass too
It’s no use being in a hurry
Or else you’ll miss life which is for living
And still not catch up with time anyway
It’s no use withdrawing from the race either
Life is still the time we spend in living

The time you are given is gone when it is gone
Time is on the move, it waits for no one
It has a journey it must complete
And so do you
This is your time, right now is yours
But never forget that with or without you
Time moves on
You can choose to dance or give up and cry
And still Time moves on


Welcome. Let’s get introductions out of the way. Don’t forget to tell me a bit about yourself too.

Selasie Bulmuo - Strategist For Insightful Living

I Write, I Speak, I Engage passionately mainly with the disadvantaged, the hurt and the socially struggling one who is seeking true redirection and support to discover hidden potential and to recover from the ravages of life.

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I am Selasie Bulmuo – a Strategist For Insightful Living. I am absolutely thrilled to welcome you to my E- home full of lovely, deliciously ‘good for you’ inspired ideas, resources and opportunities to connect with others.

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Selasie Joan Bulmuo – Who is she? What does she do?

• She is a Qualified Social Worker and Director of SJB Resource Limited, a Social Capital Builder focused on the provision of services to individuals and groups particularly families in crisis. SJB Resource Ltd (www.sjbresource.co.uk) is a Social Capital Builder.
Blog – http://www.socialjackpotbuddy.wordpress.com (social topical issues, articles and networking).

• An Author and writer, she writes across genres and styles mainly poetry, short stories, articles, reflections, wisdom quotes, plays and songs all aimed at reaching out to others where they are and accompanying them on the journey to where they are destined to be. She also writes fiction and non-fiction books cutting across both the mainstream and Christian domains. This blog http://www.selasiebulmuo.wordpress.com mainly features her Poems, Posters (Inspirational Snippets), Smart Talk and her Fictional Works including excerpts from her books both existing ones and soon to be released ones.

• She Co-Pastors Fountain Gate Chapel, Life Pastures, North London with her husband Reverend Grant Bulmuo and also with a team of able Pastors and Ministers. The congregation affectionately call her Lady Pastor Selasie. She is a dynamic preacher of the word of God and is known for her revelatory and wise teachings which challenges people to re-think, reconsider and recover from the adversities of life and move towards walking in the sure purposes of God for their lives. Visit her blog http://www.neitherdoicondemnyou.wordpress.com for christian articles, expositions, Q&A, etc

. She runs the ‘The Marriage Preparation In 3-Step Programme’- (MP3-STEP PROGRAMME) made up of 2 modules in each step run over a period of six months, once a month as a transitionary preparation programme from singleness to married life. It is open to singles, singles in relationships and is also a really good refresher for married couples. An E- Course is soon to be launched. Visit the Facebook Page at http://www.facebook.com/MarriagePreparationIn3StepsProgramme

. She heads the Women’s Ministry of her local church. The HAYIL Ladies Ministry, North London. Her vision is to encourage women to DARE to break all limitations and be who they were intended to be against all odds. There are regular Influence Meetings for women to network sharing their goals and ambitions and finding resources, help and advise as well as a market for their entrepreneurial endeavours. There are revival, prayer and ministration meetings where women are released and anointed to overcome. Practical Workshops focusing on Confidence building, leadership etc are also run frequently. Visit us on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Hayilladiesfgcnorthlondon

Selasie is a mother of two boys and a daughter.

• For further information on her books, writings, blog posts, Video and Audio messages, please visit http://www.selasiebulmuo.com

• For invitations to speaking engagements, conferences, workshops and other Bespoke events please send a request to selasiebulmuo@yahoo.com

Short Version Bio – Selasie J Bulmuo

She Writes, She Speaks, She Engages passionately mainly with the disadvantaged, the hurt and the socially struggling one who is seeking true redirection and support to discover hidden potential and to recover from the ravages of life. She is:
• A Qualified Social Worker and the Director of SJB Resource Limited, a Social Capital Builder.
• A Mother, Wife & Pre – Maital Counsellor, Examplar to Women and Co – Pastor of Fountain Gate Chapel North London.
• The author of ‘Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon – for my blocked up soul’ a collection of poems with accompanying graphics and short fictional stories that mimic real life triumphs and tragedies; experiences to which others can relate and see their own stories and lives through. A reaching out book soon to be published.
For further information on this and other upcoming books, blog posts, speaking engagements, workshops, conferences and other projects please visit http://www.selasiebulmuo.com


So Free


I am what I choose to be
Whatever I will be that I am
Already existing
Yet to be manifested
It’s within my inner self
Waiting to be expressed
In a way you can see

‘Free’ – That is my favourite word
Means I am undefinable
I am free to be
I do not have to conform
Free from the mundane
From the reigning status quo

Free to love tea
And not coffee or latte
Free to walk with my shoe laces undone
Free to rock my unfashionable hairstyle
Free to write as my hands see fit

Free to be alone
If I so choose
Free to go unnoticed
And still be true to me
Free to be as loud or as quiet as I like
Just to be exactly what I am
With no apologies and no regrets
No need to impress anyone but myself

This is how I know I am truly free
I choose to see you for who you are
Its my choice to try the things I know you like
With no compulsion to become who you are
I can taste your latte and cappuccino
I can speak ‘posh’ if I so choose
Don’t let it fool you
It does not change me, no not really

I only do so to express
My sense of community
My sameness as you
To let you know
Its alright for you to be you
Unencumbered by life
Flying wild yet firmly grounded

I am the past, the present and the future
An antiquated yet current expression
It’s the power at work inside of me
It greater than what you can see
It created my format, I cannot deviate
It set me free, to experience all there is to me
There are many tomorrows
All embedded in the me you see today

My Genius is faintly disguised
In the ordinariness of me
The me expressed today
But still hidden from full view
Is the theme that runs though it all
It shows that I am uniquely me
Nothing can ever change that
When tomorrow arrives
I will still be me
That thought sets me free
Free to be whatever I will be

ENOUGH SAID!!! - Articles by Selasie Bulmuo

True Love Gives and gives and gives and gives and………….

What is love

If not given

What is a gift

If not received

The heart that gives

Has its own needs

But while it gives

It is filled to the full

To be all poured out

Into another’s emptiness

Is the way to receive

From an infinite source

Treasures more real

Than can be touched

Healing to one’s soul

Joy to the heart

And peace of mind too

A higher living

Beyond one’s own needs

For sustenance and Love

Becoming a wellspring

Of providencial aid

True love does not

Seal off its vault

For fear of loss

Of the little it has

True love lets in

Pure heavenly light

It’s own emptiness filling up

With a new zest for life itself

And that is the way

To live fulfilled

Fearlessly truimphant

Over what tomorrow holds.


Is Beauty Gone With The Wind?

True beauty is rare indeed

More rare than anything

Anything you can see

Anything you can feel

Anything you can touch


True beauty never fades

It is inexhaustible

It never grows old

It springs up and fills the senses


It can’t be pinned down

It’s a free spirit

Many seek after it

Often only finding its servants


It is all around us yet still strangely illusive

Many waste their share

Not realising what it is they had

No amount of money can equal it’s price

Yet many seek to buy it and end up with a fraud


It is plain for all to see

Often attributed mistaken identities

It is only really known when valued

Ironically, it is often valued too late


It’s infectious, it’s voracious

It captures the willing heart

And hides within its smouldering embers

It never dies, it simply evolves

Changing, Erupting but never ceasing


Freely flowing but never gone

Never ever gone

Not gone with the wind

LIFE my friend, is truly beautiful


Beauty For Ashes (Letting Go of Sadness)

Sadness overwhelming

Can capture the vulnerable soul

It creeps in silently when guards are down

It highlights life’s endless travesties

Committed against the soul in times gone by

The soul is thrust into grievious grief

An endless free fall into darkest darkness


Sadness wraps its dark hands tightly around

A stranglehold on the valve of life

The little light that gave some joy and hope

Begins to get dimmer, soon overpowered

Sadness can cover like a cloak

Anything that keeps the soul alive

The weary pilgrim can hardly take another step

Sadness can make that soul curse the day

The day it entered this place called earth.


Sadness listens not to reasonable reason

It will not be assuaged by logical logic

It grips tenaciously and won’t let go

Dragging victims into deepest darkness

Where they long for the escape of even death

Where life looses its very taste

Smiles are foreign entities sent to tease

Meaningless and powerless against the tide


Sadness has forced many dignified hands

To extinguish hope and long to end a life

Sadness is an enemy, a deadly disease

Gaining ground like a virulent virus

It infects every colour with blackest tar

And leaves lives panting at the edge of hell’s abyss

One more minute in its grip is sheer torment

Many, even great ones choose to rather die


We can’t give in to this secret enemy

Who forces many to wallow in the mire

Of yesterday’s disappointments

And betrayals never avenged

It makes us feel like locked-up victims

And yes we often really are the victims

But that is just the start of the story

There’s more but better yet to unfold

We remain locked – up as we look behind us

When our true worth is but hidden ahead


So no one loves you now, Perhaps they don’t.

So life has been unfair, Perhaps it still is

If it’s truly no fault of yours, and even if it is

The past has no real hold on you today

It owes you debts it can never pay

No matter how hard you think and crave

Forgive it’s hurts and betrayals inflicted

And rather turn around towards the future

Many loves unseen await you there

Unfairness will bend over backwards to be fair to you

But only in the future if you let yourself live


Don’t give up now and die unloved

Reach out and live for others lost like you

Your life will have new meaning soon

Sadness will ease its stranglehold on you

And up the tunnel you will climb

Towards the light that never grows dim

It beckons now, please pay heed to it

It wants to give you beauty for your ashes


Under Siege (Imprisoned By Emotions)

I simply want to be happy

I simply want to be me

I admit I often get confused

Which kind of happy I mean

It depends on the mood I’m in

I am besieged by emotions

They just won’t let me be


Today I’m super happy

Yesterday I couldn’t care less

I was kind of morose last week

When I suddenly felt so alone

Misunderstood and unappreciated

It’s quite a shock to feel that

In the midst of kind and thoughtful people

Who sometimes get on my very last nerve

For reasons  I just can’t fathom


There was this day I remember so well

I received great great news,

News I thought will never come

All my emotions went haywire

I just didn’t know what to feel


One minute I wanted peace and quiet

The next minute I wanted to scream

So I made demands and shouted at everybody

They thought, ‘let’s give her some space’

That made me mad as hell

Its not space I want, not at all

Why can’t people read between the lines

How could they leave me now

When I need lots of hugs and cheers

A bit of fuss will do to make me feel important

After all, this is my big day

The day I have waited so long for


So after a few minutes of misery

I guilted them into coming back

It was obvious they couldn’t figure out

Which mood was in control of me now

They sat gingerly awaiting my cue

All of a sudden I came alive


I cooked a big big meal

‘It’s celebration time’, I announced

‘I finally made manager in my workplace

The first female to break the glass ceiling’

I have slaved and sweated for years,

Done things I couldnt begin to tell you

Now my dream has finally come true

I am now officially successful and it feels like a waste


Halfway through dinner I broke down in tears

Big huge sobs of despair

I was quite shocked myself

This should be one of the happiest days of my life

But I simply felt hollow inside

Nothing like I imagined I would feel

How can I celebrate

When I have to work longer hours now

Longer hours from my children and spouse

Who I have nearly lost along the way


What kind of wife and mum will I be

What does the future hold

What more would I have to sacrifice

Drained, Uncertain, Confused

Angry at the unfairness of it all

Resolutely determined to crack the code

To solve this mystery of emotional dilemmas

That has eluded womanhood for centuries


I simply want to be happy

I simply want to be me

I never seem to quite get there

Always besieged between the two

I really love taking care of my home

And I desperately love being boss at work

I feel guilty when I am there

And depressed when I am not.


I am under siege from my emotions

They mirror my tumultuous life

All I want is to be the woman I dreamt I could be

Just to be happy with the choices I make

All I want is to be free to choose

To be me and to be happy as me

Whatever that will be or entail

But I am a woman under siege

Who has lost the real definition

Of what it means to be me

The compass is distorted, the map is unclear

Which one is the route for my lifelong pursuit of Happiness.