Olubunmi Fatoba

May we always remember. May the veil collapse. May paths align. May hearts clasp. May peace commune with us. May we triumph others’ speculations. May good providence collide with our existence. May we happen. May we live.

You walk in the plank  with no visible gut and goal. You caress all with a gloom caress none with the same gloom. You look around  to grab the woods piercing you with presage titles. You pass into  a hopeless hope jumping from seeking tons to rages of tranquility ‘waiting for Godot’. Vladimir and Estragon path differs. Yours turns a good fortune your sudden stand of severe serenity stuns stiles. Now, you wail from inner harmony you freeze in elongated ecstasy the bliss washes away your relic you bounce in felicitation. With full gut, You walk past those piercing woods  to pick up your happiness.