THRIVING IN THE WILD

           Seems like I have goals,            plans, visions, ambition,             a semblance of my true purpose.             Who am I? Who do I want to be?             Do I think I want to be who I want to be?            Confusion, anger, repentance, frustration,            clarity.            The cycle continues, over and over again.            But alas! I realize, I truly have only one            Life to live, a life if broken down into seconds            Is not up to the figure of bill gates net worth.            So what do I do? I sit up, I observe,            challenge, analyze, focus.           Dedication roots from aspirations         And aspiration roots from questions         Which when asked, have no finite answer.        The truth is, as the Yoruba saying goes       "Aye o pe Meji" (you only have one life), you truly do not        get a second chance, so do what you       have to do, love what you want to love,    

Picture Credit:- MIDEDA You say you are my friend but every act of mine is being countered by you. You say you are my friend but yet eat and dine with my enemies, you led them through me for just a sense of belonging. You betray me with every bone in your body, you found the key to my freedom, stole it and trapped me within. Saw the knife I have been running from for ages, you took it and said it's for my good but came forcefully unexpected and pierced it right through my back till I was drowning in my own crimson. Yet you still say you are my friend. I found the little piece of my heart and nurtured it with love for you. I became stronger than ever, wiser than expected. Now I am a strong equipped lady not because of my stupidity of letting you in but because you were the instrument used.

We were having the best time of our lives, lost in harmony with the peaceful cold breeze of the night, humming to the sounds of the tree. We stared up at the sky, connected with the beauty of the stars lost in thoughts about our future and having hope that our little romance will last forever. Little did we know all our love will end in tragedy. All through the night long on my bed, I looked for you but did not find you. Awake, north wind and come south wind. Blow on my garden that its fragrance may spread. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice of fruits. So he could stay forever. I longed for you day and night, which makes my heart keep beating because you are the reason I am losing my sleep, please come back to your treasure I plead. Didn't know my throne was at stake, ironic how wrong could be so sweet. Despite I knew your love was hard to say and understand. Your guise was not much of a help as it was just a shade that covers the little fragile boy

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