Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Continue reading “Solitude”→
I saw you the other day, laying down on the dusty sidewalk. Soon after, you were being shaken roughly by two men, who held your arms firmly, trying to revive you, in a manner that would have made any Health Professional cringe in disgust.
The kitchen was illuminated by the bright sunlight splashing the walls in golden spectral glory. Miebi sat at the entrance, talking about what he wanted his writing to be about. Idara, dressed in a large blue boubou, listened on, punctuating her dishwashing with smiles and thoughtful uh-uhm’s.
“I wish I’d find someone to work with”, he said. Idara chuckled as he talked about his friend, Vose, who had encouraged him to write more.
“Why don’t we do it together?” Idara asked.
The air closed in with the knowledge of the possibility. He smiled and said, “Really?”
The dusty path to my accommodation was dry for the month of January, the uneven path beamed in its orange glory as though braided into cornrows by already piled tires. I was tired from school. Lectures had closed for about an hour before I started for home as I had reviews with my classmates—Abigail and Joseph. Thinking of it now, it does feel funny that they have biblical names and I don’t—one of the many things that spell our differences.
“Make the most of yourself… for that is all there is of you” – R.W. Emerson
Amongst the many words often used, “change” is perhaps one of the most abused. Whether used in the context of a system, a country or an individual, the interest in and the quest for change is one as old as humanity itself. There are even entire industries dedicated to the subject of change. But what is change, really? And are we really on the right path chasing it, or we have been on a wild goose chase?
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but do not quit. Continue reading “Don’t Quit”→
The irony of life is that what can give life can just as easily take life: what we once call the perfect love becomes strife, a blessing to you becomes a curse to someone else, a sickness to you becomes a job for a doctor; Jacob’s curse became Esau’s blessing, Christ’s death became our life. Continue reading “My Two Cents: Relationships”→