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yesterday’s gone like a vapour.
tomorrow’s an unborn baby.
today is now.
savouring yesterday’s gall stales today’s taste –
worrying over tomorrow kills today’s joy –
now is the moment.
yesterday’s drama – a memory.
tomorrow’s plot is unknown yet.
lo, in this moment – a stage is set –
to feel, touch, taste, hear and see.
for the future we hope,
and for the moment we live!
thought I’ve come hither to chill,
trusting my aches had gotten some balms:
my energy got sapped on a hill –
of medical training to learn urine-pipes.
my relaxation turned restless
sorely in need of an escape,
as more counselling to be fearless
showers around my landscape.
such words from my mama
such perspective from my sister
brought healing to subdue this carnal
as I learn temperance in faith that’s tender.
I’m like an unbroken reed
lessons learnt in pounds –
spirit of vexation does no good
unlike being patient in endurance.
Imagine how their hearts beat so fast
Like a rabbit being chased by nothing
Looking ahead for a hole to hide at last
An interest so defile!
Imagine how insomnia has seized their eyes
As a witch subdued by lust for bloodshed
Forsaking her abode for an evil enterprise
A treacherous mission!
Imagine how tremor greets their legs
Like a woman arrested by labour pain
Leaning on a couch for anchor to hug
A “crocodile-tears” campaign!
Imagine how the masses chant favourites
As a man in lust flatters a strange woman
Sacrificing his fortune for a mere parasite
An ungodly desire!
Imagine a house has divided against itself
Whereby shall it be supported against a fall?
Here and there roams confusion and disunity
A deluge ahead!
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Engrossed in my desire;
An obvious easy dream –
A Khaki medic void of despair,
Joyous inside-out with gleam.
Met up with all criteria,
And day dreaming in khaki suit.
What a bliss to serve Nigeria?
But a blow hits my resolute.
Throwing down my plough,
I refocused this fading light –
I saw but an obvious trough:
Age limit – a stinking plight!
Verily, my guarantors​ failed:
A failure in success sense.
For my dream was redirected;
Moving forward with no offense.
Only dead fish swims with a stream –
Gathering my oars, I control the tide.
Leaving behind waters of past dream;
To press against the tides, I glide!
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