Ramblings

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Do you live in the hands of another?

or in yours?

or theirs?


Are you fixed in a cloud?

or competing with the rain and birds?

are you unveiled yet?

or locked in a mystery of endless uncertainty?


do you believe in trial or chance?

how do you react to the sparkling life in the tiny rainbow?


will you live or just exist?

will you come or depart with the shade?


Do you remember the 'boy on a swing?

Is he still a victim of apartheid or there's no longer something like such?


how about here? 

are there still occurrence of tribalism, riot, unprotected protest?

is democracy living by its name?


To shady hearts, how do we let the grains grow again?

and to the future,

 is this you that is now?





Comments

Unknown said…
....when one starts living then he/she start existing... Nice piece (Rhetorics)
August 24, 2020 at 11:50 AM
Olumide Fatoba said…
Wow..I don't speak literature but I know this is deep.
August 24, 2020 at 1:20 PM
Olubunmi Fatoba said…
Literature calls out for the willing. Thank you dear Olumide Fatoba
August 24, 2020 at 3:25 PM
Olubunmi Fatoba said…
Thank you all for the comments. To the "anonymous", I see you, I would esteem more if you could always indicate your name.
August 24, 2020 at 3:27 PM
Amadi Kelly said…
This are more than mere words, this calls for a quest for wisdom and a certainty of purpose. Thanks for sharing, this are insightful life questions to ponder on.
August 25, 2020 at 6:59 AM
Anonymous said…
The beauty of this piece is the way it acts as the mirror you stand in front of every morning to talk to yourself...
Keep it up Bloom
August 27, 2020 at 12:45 AM
Anonymous said…
The beauty of this piece is the way it acts as the mirror you stand in front of every morning to talk to yourself...
Keep it up Bloom
August 27, 2020 at 12:45 AM
Unknown said…
Amazing one Bloomberry. You have got it in you like peak, and you are heading to your peak.

Megahertz.
princehikecaptain@gmail.com
August 28, 2020 at 5:27 AM
Kristina Balogun said…
This is thought-provoking.

The 'boy on a swing' part stood out for me.

Weldone bloom!
June 9, 2022 at 9:59 PM
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