Deserted road, bright lights
Gloomy clouds hovering daylight
Dusk is upon us and as the light withers
The city’s exuberance gradually dimmers,
I embark on my city escapade
Sunset runs of introspective quiet,
With each stride I gain more levity
Swift feet tapping on my heart’s cadence
Mind adrift to the city’s quintessence
Runner’s high forever replenishing
Running, an ordinary task yet so fulfilling in every sense of the word. Running was an art that I was not particularly fond of in the beginning. Quite frankly, I despised everything about running. …
I’m not the same man I was a day ago
Life unfolds, and I evolve
While I try hard not to blow,
I live and learn amidst this revolve
Mistakes transform into lessons.
I embrace the hurt, for it makes me stronger
Trials emerge; I stay holding on my vision,
For that light sustains my core
The perpetual renewal of my substance,
Springs me the vigor
To run my race unfazed,
By transient naysayers
The newfound joy in my heart
Urges me to dance with the flow of wind
Adjusting to fluctuating rhythms,
Hoping this song never reaches its end.
Too often, we become complacent with the state of our lives that we fail to recognize so much more still awaits us.
This was my grapple these past two years, I had become imprisoned in a perpetual loop of distractions that no longer served a purpose for my life, even more so provided some guidance towards a life of meaning.
The classes had become unbearable, work unfulfilling. I just couldn’t make sense of why I was doing what I was doing at the time. More importantly, I was failing to recognize my worth. …
I still vividly remember the first time I witnessed an act of kindness, an act so surreal that inspired me to appreciate this gift of life. The morning routine started just like any other by breaking fast with my parents and proceeding on to complete my chores before heading out to catch up with the homies in the neighborhood.
Back in those childhood years, we spent most of our days exploring the neighborhood, playing soccer, or competing for the rarest marbles; this was quite the popular game in our childhood before the dawn of technology, hours would fly by before we would recognize that the dusk was upon us. …
Take a good look in the mirror,
And tell me what do you see
I see a misunderstood creature
Shackled by obtuse mockery
The harsh climate shuns his light
The artist oblivious to his essence
Naively dampens his peculiar might
Seeking acceptance amidst his nuisance
I see a sower, afraid to tend his garden,
And as doubt begins to take hold of his roots
A penniless harvest ensues, patches of vain
His seeds wither unable to bear fruit
O gentle spirit,
Open wide the depth of your soul,
Exhume what lies deep inside
Untie all fetters of iron refraining you
From seeing where your pearl resides
Take flight to unexplored domains,
The universe is within you
Free rein galloping on plains
Of untapped dreams
The perilous times we are living in, are increasingly becoming evident. A glooming state of unease is festering in our midst. Despite a great deal of despair, I equally sense emerging energy of love, compassion, and empathy.
I find it imminent to further shed light on the positivity approach. Today I choose love because after all, genuine love can conquer fear. While a great deal of uncertainty may be hovering over our lives, I choose to create a haven for others.
I choose to write messages of hopes and dreams because those same words allowed me to find meaning in my life again when I was in disarray. Those same words wake me up in the morning, asking me how I can get better today, how I can add value in my life, how I can benefit others? …
Tormented by the world’s shame on my skin color,
I embarked on a quest for truth
Only to stumble on tales of victors,
Of martyrs who paved way for my truth
Of ancestors with mighty valor
And as more details came to light,
I made an oath to right the wrongs
To rectify the omissions, redirect the plight
Of my beloved people
This is another tale of the Mino warriors of the Dahomey Kingdom. It has been a while since I came back with another piece from “What I wish I would have learned in school”, a series intended to shed light on the understated-rich African heritage. …
I found myself attuned to the vicarious thrill of the vibrant wilderness, and it was at that moment, time stood still while I was reflecting on my journey to the summit.
Being lost in the scenic views peaked my experience to transcendental heights. I had lost track of time; I did not care about how grueling the hike was nor if I was going to make it back to the trailhead before sundown. I simply wanted to be present.
Oftentimes, we get so caught up in the speed of life and the race for an accumulation of wealth to the point we fail to enjoy all those benefits once we get there. This personal struggle truly begins and ends in the mind, like the great Solomon consistently reminded us, “ain’t nothing new under the sun”. …
Out of stillness is when I most feel alive
I feel the silence refreshing my soul
Unfazed by the unknown
The artist in me emerges, longing
To express what lies dormant
Artistic personality, unswerving
The more I let out, the more I feel vibrant
Attuned to an unutterable feeling emanating
From the spring of levity
The sustenance of my treasured pearl,
Boundlessly revitalizes my wits
To embark on uncharted seas
In search of my oasis
What’s your passion?
How do you imagine living your life in 5 years?
What is your heart telling you to do?
The greatest tragedy to man is living a life of unmanifested purpose and aborted potential. Going back to dust without ever finding the passion to express his dormant greatness. We are constantly told to follow our passion at graduation ceremonies or self-improvement workshops.
But how do you expect to find your passion in a society that promotes uniformity?
I genuinely believe that a person begins truly living once he or she finds his purpose. …