Let the dexterous
effort of the presumed righteous lad be trampled upon because waking him from
slumber is like drawing from the wall of uncertainty. He is touted as a vision
packed servant but filthiness floods him with little fate of tomorrow.
He dresses in
beauties of the alpha and prides himself like the race horse ready to take-off.
He believes that the globe resides in his palm but sandy soil can't find it
shape in his hands. He fears the unknown and hated risk.
Always wanting
to play part whether liquid or solid; whether it glorifies the maker or not. Even
as he swiftly melts when heated with charcoal thus changes to ash at each fight.
He wrestles against himself but he wants the better share of the meat.
He can chew what
befalls him but cannot kill himself. He battled but it feels like waking
Goliath for another head-on collision or fore string.
It’s laughable even
as a gallant tooth ready to surmount mountains, if vested with one. He thinks
wise but falls prey often. His thought resides on rightful wrong imagination!
His AMEN is
likely to break yokes but self surmounts him.
Let’s build a
tent for him and shelter him in the bosom of his likeness. But first let him kill
self! No! It can't be killed only him, we can help, if only he want us to.
I listened with
rapt interest in your remark towards giving me a little direction to pathway
befitting eagles and I will heed to the instruction. I listen to wise counsel,
heed to instruction and humble myself even with my exalted profile.
I am Divine Nwoye.
Editors Note: We will continue Musing – personal and relationship
development - till we accept the message and messenger. Our message will be in
this form, so continue to read this space. Be your best.
Lovely.,. I learnt something.
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