My hands were just "freestyling" on the keyboard when I wrote this..... What else will I do on a slow boring day....???¿¿¿
What is it that scares me the most? Is it my past? I don't think so. Is it the future? Why should that be. May be it's love, yet I doubt it
Or maybe hatred and rejection. I can't say. Is it death? I just hate to think about that. Is it hell? That's really horrible to imagine. Is it the Devil himself. Well... I don't even know him. What scares me the most? God has been my ever faithful friend, so He can't possibly be. I think what scares me most is ME.... For over two decades, I have lived with myself, yet each day.... I still feel like a stranger to myself. Perhaps, if I'd rode with the great Achilles against the Trojans, or graced the glades of the earth with Socrates, or sing the verse of enchantments with Homer himself or even fret the stage with Shakespeare, I might have a grasp of who I really am. But now, though I feel the magic on the inside willing to take my world in surprise by redefining the immutable laws, yet I wonder why I must walk this planet at a time like this. The sandy beach has become a rocky plain and how many feet will leave their prints on the passage of time. These are perilous time and the Master of creation has chosen to send me to the world. I am born for such a time as this. Tough men are born in tough times. Warriors are born to do battle. But for me, immortality is my goal. A life that transcend death. A hymn for the griot, a mystery for the wise, a puzzle for the kings, a tale for the coward, an ensign for the heroes, a name on the pages of eternity. That is not just a dream. It is my destiny.
©Olatuja Oloyede
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