THE UNKNOWN

A POEM OF COURAGE AND HOPE

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We started very small

From out of nowhere

We rose

And tread for the unknown.

We didn’t know where

Or, how we will get there

We journeyed on,

Heading for the unknown,

We will get there

Somewhere, somehow

Of this we are sure.

We are not there yet

We get tired

Very tired

Sometimes, we are not enough

Although,

We suffered

We forged ahead.

In our pain

 We journeyed

Not drown in our tears

For we tread towards

The unknown

The long-awaited golden place,

Where our journeying ends.

We never gave up

In our ignorance

We walked,

As we learned

 On the road.

We carried nothing,

We were sent out empty

Not relenting,

We walked on,

Relying on us,

And, with us

The unknown

There is no turning back.

Where we fell,

We rose.

Our bitter tears

We ignored

For an abode

We never knew.

We are very close

Our…

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THE UNKNOWN

We started very small

From out of nowhere

We rose

And tread for the unknown.

We didn’t know where

Or, how we will get there

We journeyed on,

Heading for the unknown,

We will get there

Somewhere, somehow

Of this we are sure.

We are not there yet

We get tired

Very tired

Sometimes, we are not enough

Although,

We suffered

We forged ahead.

In our pain

 We journeyed

Not drown in our tears

For we tread towards

The unknown

The long-awaited golden place,

Where our journeying ends.

We never gave up

In our ignorance

We walked,

As we learned

 On the road.

We carried nothing,

We were sent out empty

Not relenting,

We walked on,

Relying on us,

And, with us

The unknown

There is no turning back.

Where we fell,

We rose.

Our bitter tears

We ignored

For an abode

We never knew.

We are very close

Our destination beckons

We could hear its triumphant sound,

We could feel its touch

Its warmth so close

It’s passionate embrace

 Awaits,

We march on.

With vigor and hope

We run

Not slowed down by faults.

From faults learnt,

We moved.

Sometimes, we are down,

Most times molested,

Crushed under men

yet…

To move,

We bow.

Then we got twisted, shaken and broken

Yet, we walked,

With our pain buried from the world.

On sore foot

We walked

With shame, regrets and mistakes

Constantly before us.

The unfriendly weather,

The crawling dreadful nights,

The depressing rainfall,

The accusing glances,

We ignored all.

And yesterday…

Even today,

 We shun

The scorching sun.

And, these days,

We hear

Recurring bombs reports

We fear

We could be affected too

But, with us,

The unknown

There is no giving up.

So, we mourn the lives lost

For some were travelers too

Some were shots

Never to walk this path

With us.

Nobody forced us

We offered ourselves

For a mission

Many see as child’s play.

They didn’t care,

It doesn’t matter what we seek

They watched us

With indifference, for

They thought of us

As nothing,

Nothing…………?

This, being the reason

We tread,

From our unspeakable background

We tread,

We the unknown lives

From our unknown places

Of birth,

Set out to be known.

Although, we are here now,

We are not there yet,

I know.

However,

The tingling joy,

The drumming rhythms of our hearts

Says, we are close.

We be here now,

But, our name on gold

We will have.

I can hear our names

Echoing after us,

It is yea, Yea, yea…

I believe.

We the unknown

From our unknown

Places of birth

Are now known…

 

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choice

 

Dear child

Everyday, everyday you see

Comes with choices

We live each day with choices

We make

Even without notice

Every action you make

Just shows the choices

You have made

Today, I tell you child

Choose right

No matter the circumstance

Always choose to go the right way

Whatever good opportunity

Today brings you

Take it

Make it work

With dauntless faith embrace

The impossible

Today, I still feel the regrets

Over choices made

And those I dawdle to take

Make choices

Choose rightly.

 

MY OWN WOMAN

YOU CAN’T PULL ME DOWN

I AM STRONGER THAN

YOU THINK I AM.

YOU CAN’T BRING ME DOWN

I AM NOT THAT WEAK GIRL

YOU USE TO KNOW.

YOU CAN’T WEIGH ME DOWN

I’VE OVERCOME  

YOUR HOLD OVER ME.

YOU CAN’T STOP ME

FROM CHASING MY DREAMS

I CAN DO WELL ON MY OWN.

I AM MY OWN WOMAN

YOU CAN’T DESTROY MY LIFE

YOU’VE DONE 

THE WORST YOU COULD.

YOU CAN’T STOP ME

FROM BEING ME

I WILL ALWAYS BE ME, ADERONKE.

I AM MY OWN WOMAN

I AM STRONGER NOW

I AM WISER NOW

I’VE DISCOVERED STRENGTH

I NEVER KNEW I HAD

I AM NOW UNBREAKABLE.

SO, YOU CAN STOP DREAMING

YOU CAN STOP BOOSTING

I CAN STAND WITHOUT YOU.

I AM MY OWN WOMAN

I CAN BE ME WITHOUT YOU

I CAN BE ALL I EVER HOPE

WITHOUT YOU.

DON’T YOU DARE TO THINK

I NEED YOU TO CHEER ME

STOP FEELING THAT WAY

I AM MY OWN WOMAN

I AM STRONGER NOW

I AM WISER NOW

I’VE DISCOVERED STRENGTH 

I NEVER KNEW I HAD

I AM MY OWN WOMAN!

Dear God

father, please forgive me.i just dont understand the world.please remind me always the reason i am here on earth.i told my self not to cry but, tears is always so very close to my eyes, they run down with heavy drops without seeking for my approval, they are so used to my beckon and calling that i need not call out to them before they leave their ever so filled and ready reserviour to swim down my valley face, shaped like the rock moses had smitten at meribah.

when i cry, i want you to know that it is not out of disbelief in you, it is out of pain and regrets for the road once taken but, that not withstanding, i believe in you, i trust in your judgement and i am reminded once again that it is not about me but, rather it is all about you, its all about your love, mercy and compassion and it is most importantly all about your plan for; the plans God makes are wise, and they always succeeds! 

BLOGS DAIRY

Everyday

I worry

with wishes

of owning

my own blog

with posts

of my opinion

about life.

I so wish everyone

around the world

read this now

its my dairy

the dairy

from my past

with echoes of the nights

its the voice

of someone

in the desert