This poem is based on an experience |
Ever felt you never matter to your world? Ever felt you've given all and there's nothing left? Before you sign out Before you Throw in the towel and say "Oh I'm sick of this stuff" Hear this lil story i wanna tell you When I'm done you're free to take whatever decision You want I found this old dusty wood carving At the back of my friend's House Some years ago It was Old, dirty and broken It probably was the toast of the owner At one point It adorned a prominent place in their house And was the cynosure of all eyes Are you still here? With time time age caught up with And its use wore off Particularly when it got a crack Which later became a Bigger crack!! The Cracked Image was taken down from the, Prominent place it held And cast off as trash Are you still with me? Days dragged into weeks and weeks into months Dust gathered on it and Rain and mud Put paid to the adornment of the image Until it became an old faded ugly old thing Until I paid that friend a Visit I noticed the Discarded stuff and it seemed to say to me "I'm still useful if only you'll give me some paint" I took it home, Scrubbed it clean, Got my nail and hammer and mended the crack Then i got my paintbrush and gave it a real good Garnish from an Oil paint we had at home The dicarded old Image became new again You need to see it!!! That Carving served my house for another Three years In which it was used as design for an ankara by my late aunt One day one of my mum's friend saw the carving Took interest in it and bought it from us With a moderate amount which was valuable at the the time So many of us are like that carving We feel used or we believe we've outlived our use and time So there's no need hanging around a relationship That aint working anymore Well take my advice or discard it You are still USEFUL You only need some few touch ups here and there And a Lil Paint!!!!! There you are I'm done with my lil teary story God love y'all and i do too Bon Journe!!! Bon Chance Roi Cush |