The African child
Made a victim under
Mother nature‘s chide
Upon which we all now must ponder
From dawn to dusk he’ll cry
Comfort he’s unable to acquire.

The African child
Long ago refused to die
Even when Dada and Mama died
Even when destiny seemed to lie
He still refused to die
Though his destiny looked lumbered
Yet his maker neither slept nor slumbered
And even when he hungered
Upon his future he did ponder.

The African child
Though found in the caves
And then taken through tide and waves
Into the slave’s place
His destiny was never enslaved
For his heart stayed sharp
Playing as a harp Making my hands clap.

The African child
Was called a slave boy
Even made a houseboy
Yet in all, he endured the bore
They called him the chimpanzee
And names from A to Z
Yet he refused to care
Nor did he fear
Cos he had the cure of fears
Even to the core upstairs.

The African child
Is a child depicting strength
He depicts wonder
True beauty in and beneath color
True display of inner strenght
To a very luminous lenght
Showing awesome power
More than a gun powder.

When it comes to leadership
He is always luminary
When it comes to challenges
He lunges readily
When it comes to hardwork
He lies at the frontier.

For the African child is luxuriant
And also yet luxurious
He is always lusty
Though sometimes he is lustful
Yet he is a braveheart
With an unwavering mind
“for a double-minded man Is unstable in all his ways
This is what the Bible says
But allow me to also say,
A trouble-minded man Always has a complain to make”.

Now take a look at
The strength of the African child
Forget his skin tone
Look at his strenght
Forget his phonetics
Or his past
But look at his strength
And see the range of honour
Beyond his own ethnics
“for how far you see Will i give forever unto thee And unto thy seed.”

God bless the African child.




She continues to speak


“See, I’m a living reality because of you. I’m here to pull down those walls with you. Do you know how hard it’s been for me? I mean, I love you so dearly, and to watch your life get harder and harder, and to watch you lose the ability to see or hope again, do you know how hard it has been for me?

I mean, to watch you turn into the type who works like the elephant anr survives like the ant…working harder and harder the more. Seeing you struggle through the storms, unable to hear my voice. Watching you choke under the circumstances and I can’t help you. Not because I can’t help, but because….you just won’t let me. You never thought I could do it. But, I could have helped, or…I would’ve, if only you’d let me.

I never stopped talking, or caring, or loving.
This has been the hardest part: watching you lose sight of me, the pinnacle of your destination and motivation disappearing into the distance.

Why? Because you thought you have arrived at a point where “We” weren’t a possibility no more. A point where you’ll eat everything and catch all the “fun” now, and let the future, your destiny I mean, sort itself out.

Those around weren’t there to love you like they should have. No one cared enough to give the gentle nudge in the right direction. I tried hard to come around, but…you kept pushing me away. You became more and more detached from love, from yourself, and from my reminders and promptings. And instead of letting the flames we both kindled to stay alive, you let it die by giving in to a life of despair. A life without hope, without divine purpose, without love, trust,…without me.

She sighs

“The passion we both shared was a motivation to others. Everyone was proud and I was grateful for being attached to you.

Now, here I am, locked up at the center of your soul, covered in the dusty memories of a beautiful past. And all I hear from you are complaints upon complaints, and how you couldn’t do, how you couldn’t be , and how you couldn’t have. How nobody is there for you, and how somebody did this or that to you…

You were meant to be a high achiever, a success together. You have greatness, gifts and talents, you’re not touching or even thinking about yet.

The problems you claim are too big and impossible to conquer… They are all beneath your personality.

Your answers, your fire, your passion, your power, they are all within you. I’m willing to help you if only you’ll listen and give in to the force stirring within your Spirit… YOUR DREAMER WITHIN.

Watch out for the part 2 of the Gbó Oun(Listen to the voice) series titled: MY ORDEAL-WHEN NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND


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