As I surf the boulevard of unrealized dreams and dashed hopes,
I reminisce to a time when my candle of faith defied the winds which time blew in its face and stood strong ablaze...
that was the rising of the sun, the beginning of my days...beautiful and uncorrupted by the polluting influences of the grime on life's highway
The years have flown by irretrievably and I watch appalled at what I have done with it. I wish I could hold back the years and correct the mistake of yesterday but alas!
That is more complex than simple.
I was told once about the numbering of ones days...I wonder which number I got to before I discovered I was in a crisis state...
I have fought many battles and my body is battered from the bashing that living has dealt it. I ache for a time when I can rest from my worries.
I hear that is when I am dead and gone from this present tide called earth...
This world, I tell you has never given me any free meal without demanding for my whole kitchen in return
Someone once told me about this ferocious king of a tribe called Judah. I hear he fights battles which one may find too fierce to face... I was told that in spite of size of one's adversary, this Lion has never lost a war. I need to enlist his help on this journey of life.
Sometimes one feels defeated especially, when someone close dies reminding you of the briefness of this realm... We count of getting old before passage but believe me that it is too fast becoming a mirage...
Apprehensive, I count the greys in my hair wondering what wisdom the years has bestowed on my tired mind aside from the migraines I get from juggling career and fatherhood...
I used to think like one can only get better with age, I believed it until I saw a roach in an old wine bottle and then I realised the years, though kind also draws various kinds of vermin to help you mature.
Did I tell you about the fire- the refining fire that through the years reformed my form...
the fire which burns one into a form which cannot be replicated as it is unique to each soul in transit?
This morning, as I sipped my coffee within my busy schedule, I paused;thinking of the limelight of light and colours it will light to guide me on, the promises it still hides in its unfolding womb, I think again of the mercy of the potter who has allowed the years to make me better even amidst personalizing arguments to clutch bitterness to my nipples.
Na wa oh, I tell you...but fellow students and friends, pause and ponder so that the years are yet dreams BUT if pondering hurts too much, I beg you, no mind me oh, seun dollar just dey yarn................
