Olúwafèyíṣarámi

That moment when all becomes awkward And all that darkness is supposed to cover Becomes infused with light. I'm sure you know what I am on about Because it has happened to you before or even to someone you know. Like the Yoruba adage says: "those things that we do not want the father to hear, will eventually be settled by him." meaning, those things that you think are secret, many people who know you would rather hush and look on in amusement at your folly and the eyes that see into the darkness laughs in wait... until that moment when you see that you do need help. that's what i am talking about; that moment when the hunter becomes the haunted. walking hand-in-hand  on the streets with unfamiliar eyes; locking lips where there are no tongues to wag; being crazy just because there is no one to be the alarm, going down the mountain when one should be ascending. our fears keep us locked up in things that would draw us perpetually down rather than lift...

These are the questions that plague my mind as i sit on my bed, facing the window. I look back at my friends, these ones that are closer to me than family; I realize that many of our decisions have been made out of reaction to something done to the self. an offense that has borne many fruits. pride...and then, we totally forget about order, even though we preach it and point to it. We have fought these wars for so long and have screamed these words so loud that we cannot deny that we never heard them. but why really do we fight? why have these fights gone on for so long? why do we have something to say about what you did, say or didn't do to 'me'? why should it not be done to u? if really i claim to understand that these are tests to mould me into maturity or else screen me out as a babe, then why the wars? who really are we fighting with? with whom do i contend? All we want and everything we have claimed to be our utmost desire is that this whole thing be pushed fur...