Friday, 17 February 2017

Smiles and Hellos By O.b.i




She was walking down the dusty path that led to the stream side, every step she took unsettled the hitherto calm dust into a futile frenzy so did her sway unsettle every gazing eye. It was the same day, every day felt the same, just that it came with a different name. After 6 years in a secondary school she was waiting, waiting for something she was not expecting, something she could not tell if she deserved. After a while she got tired of waiting so she decided to try something new, she started to smile, she greeted every sun rise with a big smile and kept it all day, then the days started occurring in a routine of seven. As for him, he was coming from the stream, if you knew him well enough you will see that he was not just coming from the stream, he was the stream; free spirited, what the water can’t break to the ground, it finds its way around. He always found his way around, except this one time when his eyes fell upon this smiling girl that was lost, she indeed was lost, she was now in a classroom that was bigger than every classroom she had ever sat in. This classroom had many teachers who would test you even before you could get a chance to learn anything.
He could not find his way around her smile so he gave in and said “hello” and that was the beginning of a new layer in his life and hers. Days passed and seasons came bye, they both peeled into a new layer they knew nothing about, it came with an alien feeling, maybe poets will call it love. Well, I can’t tell that story, the story of love can’t be told, it can only be felt, so we will tell stories of smiles and hellos, and how it can start a reaction that even chemistry does not know about, we will tell stories of smiles, sometimes that’s all you need. It can birth a new person in an individual. So when you feel lost just smile, and when you can’t find your way around a smile, just say hello and maybe, just maybe you might peel into a new layer were you will live through and not wait.

Friday, 10 February 2017

UNFINISHED LIFE

We are never truly finished, we are never truly done
Just as the sun never gets to its destination
Though it sets out every dawn

We can never finish living, life only ends
Then we leave tears and memories
In the mind of family, foes and friends

We are never ready to go it is death that comes
Just like when we think the sun moves
It is the earth that turns

The only finished life is the one that started
The only way we can finish living life is to start living life
And for a start we can start loving
We can start loving the way the sun illuminates the day
and the way the moon brightens the night
We can start loving the way the rain wets the earth
and the way the trees dances to the wind
We can start loving the formation of the birds in the sky
and the transformation of the caterpillar to the butterfly