Hi Dear,
How’s your day so far?
I left home early this morning so that I could
get to work on time. I was reading a new novel in the bus when her head banged
on my shoulder. She woke up apologising, and tried cleaning off her brown
powder which had already stained my shirt.
I smiled and reassured her it was Ok. She looked away shyly,
leaving me with a stained shirt and ‘thoughts of the rat race’. I turned to pay
my fare and noticed 3 more people behind me sleeping. I can’t blame them. It’s Monday.
I share the sentiment of the words inscribed on the old portrait of a monkey I saw once ‘I
hate Mondays too’.
Anyways, we can’t kill ourselves. We have to move on. I have
to move on believing it will only get better.
Here’s a poem I wrote ‘cos I believe in hope. Hope you like
it (Sorry, it's kinda long)...
DOWN THE TUNNEL
I walked down the
hollow tunnel,
It was dark and had several bends
It was dark and had several bends
The air was warm
and humid at the same time
Sticky shiny floor
and moss filled wall. It was tiled.
I knew I wasn't alone.
The sounds. Yes. The footsteps.
The sounds. Yes. The footsteps.
I heard it resounding behind
me,
Clicks of high heeled shoes
and flops urging me on
Still some more shuffling, 300
feet ahead of me.
I walked 20 feet more and saw him slopped down.
I walked 20 feet more and saw him slopped down.
He says he's been walking for
2 miles with no end in sight.
He said 'I should...' And then we heard the scream.
He said 'I should...' And then we heard the scream.
We heard it again. ‘I
reached it! I reached it!’ She said, her tiny voice echoing in the hollow
tunnel.
I felt several others standing up and moving on.
I felt several others standing up and moving on.
I looked at him and he nodded, he would try,
Maybe not at my pace but he
would try.
I continued down the tunnel,
Dancing at every bend,
Tired at every dark end.
And heard the whispers,
And heard the whispers,
'It’s too far'
'It’s a lie'
'Can’t go on'
'Are we there yet?'
The whispers, it became clearer as I got near.
I passed by them, The talkers,
Their tired eyes piercing my
sore sole,
They scoffed and laugh. Someone
said, 'I just returned from there, no end in sight'
I replied, ‘but I can hear voices rejoicing’.
I replied, ‘but I can hear voices rejoicing’.
Another replied, ‘it's
just your imagination’.
And then, we heard it again.
'I can see the light'. We
heard the relieved voice from yonder.
I made my byes and quickly
hurried along.
Joining the throngs of people
journeying down the tunnel.
We walked. Oh, we did, down the never ending tunnel
this is no Alice in wonderland. This is real.
My friend held my hand. Yes, I met a friend on the way.
She kept my mouth busy with sweet talk and I forgot how tiring this journey was.
this is no Alice in wonderland. This is real.
My friend held my hand. Yes, I met a friend on the way.
She kept my mouth busy with sweet talk and I forgot how tiring this journey was.
Clicks of shoes. Shuffling of
feet.
Voices. They danced in tune
to our heartbeat.
Their hips swayed to every
step we took.
And then 20 feet from us.
We heard their laughter.
We smiled as the reflection
of light shone on us.
We quickened our pace this
time.
I remembered the man I met some
300,000 feet ago.
I remembered the tired minds
and souls that could not go on.
I remembered the screams of
excitement,
The ones that gave me hope in
the darkness. In the shadow,
I saw my hand go up as I approached the light
and screamed in my loudest voice,
‘I can see the light’.
The famed light at the end of
the tunnel...
‘This is a miracle...This is hope’...I
mused
As I looked back at smiling
faces
walking towards the glowing end like me...
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- - BY IJEOMA UNEGBU
Image source: bbc.co.uk |
Is it nice? J
In this tunnel of life, there are challenges {Maybe, one of them is 'Monday :) }, but we have to
keep forging ahead. Trust me, the light is ever shining at the end of the
tunnel. Don’t give up. Don’t relent at what you do. ‘God dey’ I always say. Keep
on keeping on.
Thank you for reading..Hugs....Have a blessed week...
PS: I think I love Mondays now...
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