LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS OF AN AFRICAN LADY



The days seem long when all you do is nothing
The nights seem longer when everyone is fast asleep and all you do is stare far away in thoughts on how the future will unfold

Words running a marathon in my head leaving my fingers no choice but to run meters unable to keep the pace
I hear icon livings die every day and I wonder what next when gone forever

Nipsey death gave me an eye-opening, this life is vanity but yet we still need to secure some bags and win more souls for Christ which is our main goal

What if Nipsey died empty but yet filled with dreams untold and visions yet to mold 
Who would've known what a great radical psychologist was ever birthed? Who would've known THAT Nipsey existed?? Just a random question you think? Give it a second thought

We say we have a lot on our plate but how many slices are we willing to bite all at once??

They assume you are doing just fine

They bet you have it all figured out with a growing platform promoting hope and strength for one to thrive in the wild right?? 

But how can she thrive in the wild when she's all lost in her own wilderness
With cage and chains, fears and worry, anxiety and depression being her jungle mate

Ironic how that's the kind of wilderness that births royalty. A wilderness uncultivated, uninhabitable, inhospitable but yet filled with soil so strong for growth and water so plenty to strengthen with fertile and soft to unleash and blossom

Don't let what you see convince you to what you can be

For am in my wilderness because that is where I thrive.

photo credit: Pexels

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