If you can bear it, you have not reached your limit yet.
You are stronger than you think…
Don’t give up now!
I drove myself to the get a new Hairdo today.
I know it’s nothing new or noteworthy, but for three years I made my hair at home or by myself.
Last year I started going to the salon once in a while, driven by my Dad or my brother accompanied by one or two of my sisters.
Today, I drove myself without escorts and it was fun.
I have formed the habit of taking notes of how far I’ve come and how far I go each day. It has given me the strength to keep moving and to be thankful for all I had taken for granted before now.
Everyday I learn to do a new thing fills my heart with joy. Either finding an easier way to use the stairs, the bathroom, even to cook in the kitchen, it all makes the journey interesting and smoother.
Whatever difficult situation you find yourself today, remember it gets better, might be hard and uncomfortable at first but you get there eventually.
Keep moving, and never stop believing.
These make my day everyday.
What makes your day…?
No one gets out of life alive;
Enjoy it while you still have it
Have you battled with dream and reality
when both are one and the same?
Have you had to grasp
what you thought was a fragment
only it was just a dream?
Have you struggled to accept
the savages left
by the storm of life
while drowning in the thoughts
of the used-to-be
the peripheral visions
of what ifs, could-bes and if evers?
If you haven’t,
You are yet to live
If you have,
As long as there is one more sunrise
And one sunset left for you
Nothing is impossible
Freedom is walking barefoot
In the morning drizzle
Taking a leak while at it
Purging your mind of all its cares
Freedom is taking a stroll
On a bright moon day
Imagining you’re the brightest star
On which men make their wishes
I am not beautiful, not really.
I’m not talented, or maybe a little.
I’m not rich or famous. But there are some things I’m passionate about, wealthy or not everybody deserves that. I love dancing; it empties my mind of negative thoughts and purge me of loneliness.
I love walking, especially in the night, or in the rain. Crazy? Maybe, but nothing is more soothing than the stroke of the cool night breeze. I love riding okada at night. I’d let my hair loose for the wind to whip though it after the day’s work. It’s a great way to destress and exciting too. Too crazy?
Aren’t we all? I loved the cold. The colder the weather, the better I sleep.
The point is we love what we love, crazy or not. They give life to our souls, they make us more alive than spirits floating in the air. But what happens when those things are snatched from our warm fingers without warning. When all we have left of our being are the memories of the used tos? Leaving our souls floating, merely existing.
Where do we start?
How do we recover from the shock of the snatch?
How do we hold on to the tail of the kite connecting to our soul?
How do you find your way back to you?
The Lonely Path
by Olufunke Kolapo
Still on this indented seat
Weary watery eyes from this ancient sight
Mine mind craving an escape took a flight
I, the unwilling partner tagged along
We walked hand in hand among
Brushes of treasured moments turned memories
We heard the eerie crunches of bits of our dreams
We gulped the bittersweet taste of our mistakes
We drank the stale milk of our guilts
The sickening stench of stillbirth dreams
Hung in the air ferrying thunderous voices
Of the wrong choices
And slipped chances
We heard the heartrending sob of lost loves
The never-ending groan of their broken hearts
We inhaled the wistful fragrance of their sad love songs
We saw under the sulking moon the ugly scars on our palms souvenirs from holding too tight
And the ragged residue from letting go
Not for lack of valour
But for loss of vigour
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beaten and battered
unbroken and unbent
tossed here and there
strong and sturdy as the stone
wet with the dew of heaven
dried in the sun
I dined with the grass of the earth
I defied the wind and waves
of the world
not a grain
can be wrung from me
Do not grudge pain
It holds on its hot blanket
The evidence of life
Handled and well managed
Life from it
Takes its meanings
Dedicated to a loving and caring father…
When you weather your trouble,
Life adds a feather to your cap,
Nature compensates for the fumble,
Heaven elevates you above the rubble
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