Extinguish expectations from your mind and work with reality
When expected enthusiasm wanes to heavy footed drudgery and an endless need for inspiration,
Let it be.
Restrategise, reorganise and focus on the objective
Cut off dead weight with your sharpest blade
If it is chained then let it drag
If dragging will retard you then carry it
Find a blacksmith, cut that chain and be free from your negative load
Extinguish expectations from your mind,
even more so when reality takes a different fork in the road
When efforts seem not to have paid and 'failure' & fatigue seem to be all you know
What matters most is you did your best, if so then forge ahead
Hold on before you do
This is what it means to learn, to grow
Do analyse your absence of success
Because failure to appraise means being bound to fall by a similar hole
Extinguish expectations from your mind
Remember that all men are selfish, and women too
At the base of every heart is only me
and you are sure to die if it is between you and me
"He sold me out"
"I can't believe she did that",
"After 20yrs you do this to me!"
The summary of the tree is/was expectation.
Solution? Let there always be another plan.
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Thursday, 31 May 2018
Wednesday, 2 May 2018
Silence Is Consent
When blood flows through the Benue,
but we all turn to face the Niger,
what do we say to the merchants of manslaughter?
Let it flow.
When blood flows through Enugu,
but we feel safe and secure in Lagos,
what do we say to the rapers of farmers' wives?
Carry go, no shaking.
When blood flows through Ikorodu on the alter of 'O',
but we are surrounded by police in Alausa or Ikoyi,
what do we say to the ritualists' ministers?
The more, the merrier.
The truth is bitter but it is better,
only tomorrow will be our judge,
and we may never pay for our silence,
but there will always be blood on our hands.
Today, our silence is consent.
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but we all turn to face the Niger,
what do we say to the merchants of manslaughter?
Let it flow.
When blood flows through Enugu,
but we feel safe and secure in Lagos,
what do we say to the rapers of farmers' wives?
Carry go, no shaking.
When blood flows through Ikorodu on the alter of 'O',
but we are surrounded by police in Alausa or Ikoyi,
what do we say to the ritualists' ministers?
The more, the merrier.
The truth is bitter but it is better,
only tomorrow will be our judge,
and we may never pay for our silence,
but there will always be blood on our hands.
Today, our silence is consent.
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