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               I WAS LATE Today, the chronicles will be written Tonight, they will be unveiled Tomorrow, our legacy will be echoed - Loud in the hearts of the brave For it takes courage to embrace history. I was late - Later than expected - But I came anyway. I shouldn't be denied Because of my time of arrival. I would do all they did Dance, make merry and live Like I didn't care Because I was late. Surely, there was no better excuse I was late But because I came anyway, I should make it count. I could be late; also be brave For it takes courage to leave a true legacy. Today,the chronicles will be written Tonight, they will be unveiled And tomorrow, our legacy will be echoed. How loud will it ring? How far will it carry? © Nikoslexie 2017

I have frequently wondered why humans find it easy, most times, to take others for granted. It just seems like second nature to some folks. A lot of crap is hidden under the big umbrella of human rights and I am forced to wonder if there are really any boundaries to human rights. The law allows organizations to erect places of worship close to the road just as much as it allows individuals to build residential houses. Should we now say that because we have freedom of movement, we will leave our places of worship and conduct services on a portion of the road? When did half of the government road become the ideal place for our service(s)? What is to be the reaction of innocent passers-by that get stuck because you feel you have a certain degree of freedom? This is by no means an outburst against any religious body. If your friend allowed you to spend the night at his place once when you needed a place to crash, it does not necessarily mean you should keep going there unannounced. You w...

~I think I should write~ Maybe silence would do just fine because the words wouldn't just come. A numb sensation had gradually spread from my heart to the rest of the body. I had been cheated yet no one could avenge me. I had lost someone dear yet I had not been given the chance to grieve. Who shall bury the dead? Is it the living who are so immobilized by grief? Or is it the ones so distant from the dead? The dead are dead and the living are only a step away from the grave yet the society wouldn't let them grieve. "Why let them grieve? ", we ask. There are elaborate burial plans to be made, will(s) to be read and executed, bills to be paid, deadlines to be met and appearances to be put up. In the midst of the frenzy, the dead wish to be truly buried: buried beneath the pavilion of legacies. The dead wish to live on in our hearts and still influence us to make the right decisions. Who shall bury the dead? Let the dead bury their dead...and the living grieve for the ...

Why do we feel threatened by anything different? Why does the thought of embracing something or someone different from us scare us? Imagine someone who doesn't get a particular job because he's an albino. Seriously?! Yes, he's being denied an opportunity because he's different. I could give many more examples but I'll just stop here. It's high time we learned to celebrate the differences that make us beautiful individuals and communities instead of opposing or making life miserable for everyone that isn't like us. Variety, they say, is the spice of life. #let'schannelourdifferences #istandwitheveryone #sayNOtodiscrimination I thought it was mine I couldn't have been more wrong. It had to be fine For all to be carried along Together we all had to dine Even when he didn't belong It was my place to tell And tell, I would; The cat I would bell Just because I could. His stay would be hell And for our bonfire, he'd be the wood ...

Wow! It definitely feels good (no! Exciting is a better word) to be back from a long unanticipated break. I am sure some of you most have wondered if my blog had gone the way of many blogs and "died" or if I finally got something else to keep me occupied. I wish I could say you were right and give you a reward but I can't because I thought about writing almost every single day of the last one month and I missed my readers 😢😢 (that's my way of apologizing to you 😁please accept it 😄) In the last one month, I have passed through some things I had never really given much thought to. I have had to ask myself why I had to be at the receiving end this time (if not me, then who?) I have been forced to see things from other perspectives I never knew existed and I am grateful for that. I have been reminded once again that it's hard to know what the other person is going through until you have the experience yourself. So let's be reminded when next we are tempted...

It's a beautiful Friday night; complete with a few minutes of rain @ my end. Here's something for the weekend: I THOUGHT YOU WERE THERE I thought you were there So I called till my voice went hoarse. I thought you were there So I spoke till I had no more secrets. I thought you were there So I gave the brightest smile ever And wore my best dress ever But you were not; You were gone – Long gone to a land I could not tell. You just stood there, Eyes cold and shoulders squared. Alas! You were long gone! I didn’t know this stranger, The one who was deaf to my call And bore no affection for me. I thought you were there But I couldn’t have been more wrong. ©Nikoslexie 2016

Why is it so easy for us to see the fault in others but not in ourselves? Could it be that a strand of self righteousness was secretly woven into the human DNA at conception? We rant about the bad others have done while  we are guilty of the same -and sometimes even more. When shall we trade our unseeing eyes for better ones? A BEAUTIFUL MIND I know I have a beautiful mind He tells me so I wish you could see it. That’s how much I believe him; We are so closely knit. Don’t always believe men; Perfected in treachery they are. What shall I do then? I know I have a beautiful mind But only because he tells me so How could I be so blind? I must be truly ugly in there I see she has a dirty mind And I must cry “foul!” How can she be so unkind? I strain at a gnat But swallow a camel Surely, I am no better than a ‘noon bat’ Till I truly have a beautiful mind I should not label her a foe. ©Nikoslexie 2017