I have heard that the brave are not easily defeated
The warriors of our land are hard to compromise, not even Google
The journey of a thousand miles start with a single step, yes, Amazon stocks would remind
If I need humble myself and take it one after another, remind me,
If Duckduckgo would search wide than Google
Yet not known as much
Yes, if it all starts with a single step
It would be continued and completed with many footsteps already taken notice of
To he that is in haste
To he that thinks no need to continue
Togbe Klikor would demand maybe
“What pushed you to start at the first place?
What inspired you to start at the first place?
To them that resign to fate, not long enough to continue after all”
I say ‘Ayekoo, Ayekoo, Ayekoo’ to those on the journey
Which I just began so strongly
Like days of my friend Noah
When we built the ark together
Never needing a sailor
Or Master to direct the ship
Or better still a captain
Where humanity of our time would not just heed to instructions
My close friend Ecclesiastes would tell you
There is time for everything
Of course there is
Especially to the king’s heart
Which lies in the hands of the creator like a river?
And what about me the pauper
Sleeping and waking up with it
Means it not that I have to slumber
I would only remember the words of my good friend
Who will dine with Queen of Beersheba
That surely a wise fellow would grow in seed-time
You know the end to that story
If to them who has the ears would not listen
Hmm, I guess those with none
Would maybe listen with cork ears
Yes, I know
For how long possible
If strive always, I may be met by time
To quicken things up
To give me rest
Until then or?
Poverty would steal me like a thief
Oh, not so nice
This only grows in the times the flood run and run over my humble house
Which was there before the dawn of ages?
To serve as a home to all that may possible pass by
Sojourn to places they would not remember
Talk of recounting a story from here
Where thousands would have slept and dine before
Bringing back home their lost treasures
O f all goods and goodies
So beautiful and majestic to adore in insight
For the kings sake
Who would know full well he could possible rule till end
If only I am correct
If it be a plant,
It shall not cease wet
For such make the hunter
Leaving early as he could
To the forest of many animals and things to hunt
But few to lay hands on legally
To remain focus at least
Il n’est pas facile
When great men sit to see
Stand yet you
Not to see
My little hope
Which dries in the raining season?
Like a saliva
From the north-east trade wind door post
Which finally happens to wet it?
Growing it little by little
It’s all about my little hope.
To the things I heard I did
This was not supposed to be encouraging
Or? No! Encouraging instead
Which could not yet be this time around, or always?
For the law of vibration
In that I can, some utensils
Like a silver
Wash them to become finally
If you ask my brother
“Do not wash your dirty linens in public”
Which I am yet to do however
Though in private
As to avoid the public after all
If ever to look back
To things tagged shame
Needs no wandering to what I would do
For the forward need a building block from behind
Which could be done best from behind, block?
Wait a minute, what if not?
The building may dangle and finally fall on my head
My future so shut
The past so dim
If ever I look back
To the things recorded by scenes and nature
To re-write my story
Which someday my Maths teacher would ask off
And finally get punished by the religious tutor
I could just image myself
As the future walked becomes past
To repair the way indeed
If it’s a rough road
To do some gravels and quota
Yes, to make it the most street travelled by
Yes, I know
If ever I could look back.
When small mountains are climbed whiles running, the larger ones are done walking.
The beauties in this world, the worries, the events that goes around it…they are all meant to strengthen you.