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Child, You Have To Do It Now
Child, You Have To Do It Now
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Be your cheerleader.
Of bustling dreams,
Rose-garlanded life.
Sacrifices make
Welcome.
Is placed, it complies.
To life.
Road of success.
Fumbled dreams,
An error.
What makes you think you can ever be like them? That is
why your father hates you.
The creases on his face were bored by the inundation from his
eyes.
To the courageous.
I will give it all it takes, I will give it all that matters till I can say
I gave my very best
All gave some.
Life will not deny you, child, when you work the hardest and the
smartest.
For the rushing ocean, so does a man find his place in this life.
Say to him that stand, to stand fast and to hold fast.
The earth.
Heed.
Who the gods will destroy,
Tomorrow he will lead the way for all to follow. But for now, he shall
reign in majesty.
When his peers accosted him that his train was moving backward
while theirs was
Going forward. He pitied them, they were blind." What a sad way to
live life?" He would
Always say, "has there ever been a time hard work pays?"
The city boy went out to muse with the elders discussing
My peers. All the city girls want to have me. That makes me
"City boy," the chief elder spoke, "what makes one a man is not
Ability to keep your head above the water when life wants
It is to live a life you will reminisce about in your old age. It is a life
of honor.
He said, "it is by doing the right thing at the right time and the
skillfulness of keeping the main thing the main thing."
But the village fool went on doing the opposite of what he taught,
His son asked, “Father, why didn't you keep the main thing the main
thing? You assured us it was the key to the cave of success.”
"Son, because it is easy to make the unimportant the main thing than
to keep the main thing as the main thing. Here's why a fool is a fool
despite the wisdom he utters. What say you boy?"
He desires to be.
Of pleasure,
Forays of idleness,
With feelings
Of quitting,
Shirking of responsibilities,
Well-meaning folks
To a fault.
Happy.
For him, the enemy wasn't between the good and the bad. But
between the good and the best.
He could have left those friends when he first observed they had no
purpose
He could have gone on to pursue his aspirations but what does a good
man do when his parents frown at him?
He could have started that business but does a man of the people have
an option?
He could have lived for the best and achieved the best but his people
said good enough is good enough. In his prime, he realized he had
been living a lie.
By and by, the days of his youth became yesterday; filled with stories
for the next generations.
He sees many young villagers doing the same he wished he never did;
being happy from the feelings of not putting first things first in their
lives.
Adebimpe!
She is sure the decision she took was what she wanted,
Tell me, daughter, how many people on their deathbeds, wished they
had pleased more people?
Tell me, my beautiful daughter, have you stopped doing things that
would be a great choice for you in the future because you are scared
of losing the love of people?
Such people will eventually leave you when your indecision bears
fruits but when you stay to your purpose, even when they leave you
they will eventually come back proud of you.
Tell me, Adebimpe, What man wished he had pleased more people on
his deathbed?
The ladder of success.
The oracles preached, that the elevator to the top is out of service, and
only the ladder is available.
Elated that he would conquer this spire once and for all.
The top he did get, only to discover the ladder was leaning against the
wrong wall
Into a pariah.
Sacrosanct.
For a week we were on top of the game, life was good and going as
planned.
But the energy required to cause a dynamic change was too great.
We drank caffeine and worked all through the night, we crammed and
scaled through.
So we got the degree and not the education.
I was here
Of Abeokuta,
Bereft of inspiration,
On the muddy floor, much effort was required but my footprints were
seen.
Time is an illusion for those who walked the shiny surface of life.
Like a snake that slithers on a rock, they leave no footprints behind.
And pleasured-days
So he said no!
Of their school,
Seeking comradeship”
To abyss.
So he said no
In it,
So was his life succor to those
As it waggle dance.
Rusty
Binge watching,
Rusty
From disuse
Dearest gifted,
Relegated,
In their guild,
Afflatus;
Adept.
The rugged path
a muddy road
Thunderly,
The rugged path against the easy road is strengthened for the evil
days.
I took the rugged pathway and that made all the difference.
Ain’t no playing
At nightfall
go out frolicking,
of Conviviality
Their gaudy-heart
But his troubles keep him vigilant all through the night
Whilst his folks’ cogitation on their lives is somniferous, his kept him
insomniac.
He communes with himself to make his attitude the spirit of his time,
Power knocked,
The forest reverberated the echoes of power’s call. But the hunter was
satisfied with his station.
“You gotta give up to go up, give these things up and the stars await
you, my friend.”
“But the pain of giving up these things is too great, I ain't giving them
up. Who gives up frolicking for a better life that isn't uncertain, that is
akin to leaving certainty for uncertainty. Take your eyes off me so I
can live.".
He chanced upon the calabash of honor but kicked it out of his way.
He would rather live on the far side of life where honor is a mirage
than live on this side of eternity where discipline is a requisite for
survival.
In the eventide when men of honor assembled beneath the Iroko tree
to discuss existential issues. He loved to speak and to be heard. But
those men, adept in conversation will segue the discussion to issues
for men like him. He would leave the assembly apoplectic. "Why
wouldn't they ever listen."
“Just the same way I will earn you,” he shot the bird and roasted it.
Day by Day, he accepted all invites and invited himself to every event
in town.
He just couldn't say no. He can never stand boredom for a second.
By and by, the wise men ostracized him, and his family did the same
but was welcomed by the scums, for scums always stick together.
His health deteriorated, but there was no one for him, he was living on
the far edge of life.
of the past.
in Town.
hung low
Eureka!
There it was —
So I married industry.
The people who fought for freedom
a movement is rising.
Downtrodden
Disgruntled
Dissatisfied
A change is inevitable
music of decadence.
Never again!
By the power-drunk
a people is rising
a generation is born,
But
Opposes it
Palpable aggression
Repressed respects
The goal?
Of course, they were wiser and their fathers were a bunch of sapheads
Let's go home.
Was chaos.