Olubunmi Fatoba

Are we scared to talk about what we live with and what many desires? Can we lay a distinct monument for this magnanimous creature? Of how it overrides and keeps overriding and threw one’s to an unpleasant realm. Have you seen the umbrella halt the drops from sweeping off the feet? Is it true that the heart has home or is it a mere mirage to appease desire? And what is denial in the midst of explosive desires? The littluns live to embrace the remains of a yesterday fog. The ancient embrace the raiment from a relic. A faraway friend’s fantasy lurks for a rebirth, tossed in an ocean of realities, web of confusion, enjoying the fragrance of unpleasant sweetness, laid with fearful options and it toils in the cyclic of bouncing memories that you chased.                  

  The will to live and adjust to demands is like an endless quivering adventure. Man, at a point will have to choose the best daffodils from the unending glows of flawless daffodils. To have gut is quite relative to the species involved. Perhaps, having gut is to face, caress and hug the appealing thorns. To another, buy gut, put it on like a ‘Danshiki’, let it speak falsehood, in that falsehood, you knew it would produce tons of victories, you like it and it is okay for you. Then to another, ‘let us build a home of gut, let us embark on the dare journey’, and it goes on like a train in an ocean hovering and hovering till dawn. Truth is to take a stand and walk in the line, that uncertain lines filled with numerous uncertainties. Life lurking looks lifted you to a strange shift. Fear is being scared to accept the truth. The human mind is a composite conflict for endless strings. Perhaps, in this writing, there is a disjointed subject matter, however, to live is to see throu