LIFE

In the middle of life is something so special that is worth noting. Yet, not all has been able to figure  out and even those that have been successful in decoding the centre of life are still battling with how to overcome these requirements needed to progress to the next stage.
I may be sounding very metaphorical if not cynical if I don’t let the cat out of the bag now.  This not a suspense though. Hope you have a clue what lies at the centre of LIFE now. Kudus if you have been able to decipher but let’s give our readers on the other side that think that life is lumped up to be like perfect  radius of a great circle the benefit of the doubt and  educate them. At least the motivation alone will be the reason the will always keep their heads up!

Now let’s make headway. Have you thought of life without a condition, choice and limitations ever before? It sounds so normal to answer in the affirmative but makes you a super human to answer in the reverse. Hmm, at the centre of LifE is  the mother of all  probabilistic clauses (if) .. You may check that again so you don’t doubt the uncertainties of life and its associated conditions just like Thomas did. At the centre of life is a lonely ‘i’ and a forward leaning ‘f’ put together in the Queen’s language to get ‘if’ which by basic grammar we are taught to be a conditional clause. Oops! Was that a mere coincidence or there is an allegory aback?

As humans, we are battling the “never ending” strokes of life with the conditions and demands of it suppressing us the more. Uncertainties of life leave us in dilemma simply because nature has a way of regulating the doings of mankind which we have little or no knowledge about. Hence , the thousand and one questions asked each and everyday.
In the realms of humanity, there are causes and effects. ‘If’ you  do this, that will happen. ‘If’ you don’t work , you become poor. ‘If’ you don’t study, you will fail just to mention a few. These are conditional sentences which lead humanity to always make a choice – whether you know the effect of the cause or not, you are obliged to make a compelling choice.

This is what separates the Shakespeare’s from the ordinaries. Losers give up on their dreams because they are uncertain about the effect of their cause given the conditions of life. Believe you me , the world wouldn’t have embraced light earlier if Thomas Edison had internalized thoughts of limitations and uncertainties given the conditions “what  ‘if’ the bulb fails to glow?” Many dreams and talents have been buried with the fear of the uncertain ‘if’ condition.

“What ‘if’ I fail?” Is by far the question asked by students who are yet to take a new course.
Davido, was right ‘if I tell you say I love…’ That’s when I’m tied to the promises I made to you. He might have hidden that aspect of the ‘if’ clause. Until he says he loves you, he can’t promise you a penny-the Versace and Gucci are not yours yet.
Now my avid reader, the fear of failure and the uncertainty of the conditions are making risk taking a problem. It has been said, the greatest risk ever is not taking a risk at all.

What if;

-I say you are the best,

-You are not a failure in your category,

-you are a maker and defier of nature?
The ‘if’ clauses are not to depress and suppress you.

Step out of you comfort zone, make a move  insofar as you are not living your life on a circular path, progress would be made and you will surely get to your destined destination from and uncertain location ‘if’ you believe.

Pain of Gain: The plight of a  Mother 

I remember: It was a cold midnight 

Cocks and hens never yearn to squawk or scramble 

Silence was felt without sight 

Darkness prevailed in the homogeneous neighborhood 

Dad on a mission to bread the family,

was far than to be reached 
Somebody help !

Mom is in pain  

Her water storage had been broken 

She sweats profusely in such a cold night 

Gnashed her teeth as never before and said

Human production is my bane 

You survive through pain 

Such a fruit of the game 

To the barren is a gain

 

She wished she had the strength to survive 

Deliver the unborn in her might 

Elderly women flooded the hurt 

Anxiously awaiting the birth of a newborn 

The screaming never ceased, but who is to be blamed for her plight? 

Mom, Dad or the unborn?  Nature is way too off the scene

Flashes of the moon made the clouds bright to be seen 

Mom needed space , had a little Granny’s around her in that production room 
Songs of congratulations were sung 

The father cock crowed to add to the chorus 

A newborn has been delivered to mother Earth 

Moms thirst were quenched 

Dad’s mission has been accomplished 

Time to enjoy the fruit if his labour 

His son wants to see the one who fathered him 
To mom, I could no longer use words on her 

She is a mother of creation 

With whom I would continue to seek refuge all my LIFE. 
 

      Forget-me-not

The definition of beauty and the certainty of a lustrous tomorrow took the lions share of my thinking until I met you.

 An accidental meeting under the Ceiba tree was enough to keep you in memory thence. Years passed by and we were gradually nearing the future – a tomorrow, we’ve always dreamt of. 
I thought I could go miles to the moon with you but the winds of bad omen blew our way, taking you away and unfortunately and keeping me astray. 
As a son on a native farmer, who am I to keep  you from the son of the great King? Domestic pressures were enough to present me as monster before your scorching eyes.
 They told me to keep away from your sensuous sight. They told you to be far from my melodious voice. 
I believe this might be the medicinal acrid to cure your descendants from the realms of incurable destitute. I wish I can stretch to keep up until tomorrow but from where I seated, this is the end of the tunnel- I better let you go. 
I may have  the face you wouldn’t want to see,  the voice you wouldn’t want to listen to and the name you wouldn’t want to mention at this point in your life but insofar as I get my name indelible and retentive on your mind, I might be the same person you wouldn’t want to forget.   

Where there is Life, there is Hope

From the future unknown , the destiny unfulfilled and the passing of today to give rise to a new day. 

Prosperity follows my little shadow just as the sunflower follows the sun. 
Promise overdoses may sound unachievable in some ears. Battles of day and night have I fought to keep you in mind because I have grown to understand that even wars are fought to make peace. 
As futuristic as I may appear to be, I wish I could stretch forth to land the soils of tomorrow. 

 

Day by day, times are processed and little kids are gaining insight of maturity which is the clear distinction of yesterday, today and tomorrow…

Lost in my homeland, found in the grave yard

The hearts of men were filled with ingratitude, disloyalty, uncompassionate and hatred.  My helpless body lies motionless with no sign of sympathy, empathy and compassion from people I have longed believed to be my own.

 
The fruitful life of a native peace keeper like I was was truncated by a concocted false identity. I was brought to my knees even when I was lying and begging for my life to be spared-without a meagre cup of mercy!  
I have been betrayed and disappointed by the same people I was protecting. It was in a broad daylight and white clouds were tinted with innocent blood- nobody’s but mine. I have been bitten by the one I was feeding. 

 From the ruins of my death and the shadows of eternity, I knew I would one day vanquish from the land of the living fighting for and protecting my country. Little did I know I would die like a fugitive, hardcore criminal and a high ranking victim of instant justice! “Who am I?” The natives of my land asked as bruises and sweats of cold blood covered by mortal remains.
 My identity was never respected by the people I have laboured to protect. The land of misfortune swallowed  my helpless remains. I have been treated like a lost citizen in rival city,  tasted injustice whilst seeking justice. 
To the great ancestors of my land – the Nation I have been protecting her people all my life, this is the sound of my voice from the land of the death re-echoing in the ears of the ungrateful living I was protecting. 
Nobody but my own rejected me. The justice I was seek threatened and triumphed over me. However, I am never going to rest until it is restored on my land. I have paid my dues to deserve the returns on it. 

Once a soldier, always a Soldier!!! Ahooo Ahoyaahh!!!

​No Limits

It’s been long Coming, but collectively, we believe it will be worth waiting.

 Throughout decades of centuries and forth surging, the driving force behind our faster pace has never disappointed us. Though we stumble and fumble as we struggle, we rest not in battle. 

Yes! we care less about the limitations – they exist to catapult us to greater heights. We smile irrespective of our location and condition and do not allow the forces of oppression to clamp down our dreams and high hopes for a beautiful tomorrow. 

We smile and never respect class, race, colour and religious affiliations because we believe in what we see ourselves achieving together even from afar. 

Simply ask who we are , doubt not. We are TheNeverGiveUps.

#Ubuntu