THE BEST IN US.

I am a candle that lights up at my brightest. But slowly you see me melt, you see me die, but you dont put the fire off. You let me burn because you thought it was beautiful..to watch me die. And I might have gone, the lone candle that was left melt in awe. It was probably my best shot as the only sweet smelling and bright candle in the market. You not only remembered me in darkness but also burnt me down. Am gone..gone forever. Probably you will get the same but not with the same finish. I was wonderfully made. And glowed with success till the last glow. I illuminated the room like a sharp idea in a geniuses mind. Geniuses who make it high up in life. Not necessarily through their secular success but experiences and also self belief. Not everyone stepped in an educational set up but they did superbly well in their lives. Life experiences and trials educate us much...more than the tycoons kids who get dropped each glorious morning from their benzes to world class schools. Apart from the books that teach them history and the current world, they actually dont know how the world is out there...how angels can be beasts and beasts as angels..it all depends on how you define the two anyway. The small girl on the street close to the sewage smelling gutter selling plantains knows more than a teenage young man in his late twenties. She atleast appreciates that from the money she gets she toils and attends afternoon classes..nice blend I would think. As lucky as she is, she already knows what life is all about and still emerges best in class. The teachers and trainers never associated themselves with her..what would they get from her and her parents anyway. Bitter, isnt it? Not to my surprise she performs best in her finals and all leading firms are on their toes with their bestdeal scholarships. Her future is made. She is the type who will actually build orphanages and training centres at an affordable fee for everyone in the society. Her experiences must have taught her alot. While the benz young man thinks of getting a silver ring for her temporary young girlfriend, she creates projects and initiatives for fellow youth. She is the type our society needs. Some people are just misinformed, they watch American hiphop, movies, songs and dances and before we know it they start sagging pants, daydreaming and acting like one. They forget that the American you saw is not a real American. The real American boy and girl works day and night to make sure America remains the superpower. Yet you there yapping about premier league, political sides and tribal sides. Really??? Thats the much we can do to build our society. Our fathers failed us..why not us? Its high time we all wake up to reality. Its not about your individual self, at the end of the day your society still stands a chance. We are all same..our thinking and attitude towards life should not differentiate us. Change starts with us. The countrys success starts from individuals success. Leave a legacy that you will be remembered for. We cannot all get nobels but we can still award them to ourselves, that at last you did something worth the sweat. Its not too late..though the school structure helps alot but our socialization is key to our transformation. Like a smile, best of characters are an epidemic and bad ones too..Make the best out of the choices you make!

PUSHING AN EXTRA MILE

Life will get much better when you stop caring about what everyone thinks, and start to actually living for yourself. Its on the realization that we all for ourselves. Maybe the care at some point in time but its not worthwhile. I believe in self worth, self trust and self motivation. I am the boss of me. I abort a mission when I dont find good in it. I take something on a serious stand when it actually got benefits on me. Thats ME! Its never an easy road pushing through influential peers and friends and at times relatives. I feel good in myself. I feel Queenish. Too good I dont have a twin. Its awesome living by yourself. No man is an island....I agree but to what extent will you live by that..Make your own metropolis out of the small that you have. I like people with big dreams. They atleast know how life would take them upto. A good friend once thought of having a cruise round the world, being the best gynecologist around and also cook a meal that would be her inspiration to the world. I like her. Life might be crude and cruel..so true but it doesnt mean the storms we go through should hit us down or rip us into pieces, rather, get stronger and refurbished. She also thinks of herself as the best daughter her parents ever had. Everyone thinks they are best..but to what extent are your thoughts taking you? When she has a cup of tea..black tea I mean..she thinks..that as much as she has big plans for her future what if she doesnt make it. What if the angel of death takes her soul in eternal peace..but in that, she also thinks of the good. What if she goes to Jannah? So she puts happiness in its place. Though there have been challenges in her life as old as she is, she got out of them with alot of strength. The strength to face them and the strength to actually say that Alas! That was an icebergs tip. Yet it could take the rest of us so down n low. I like it when she was my personal inspiration. Do everything as you are doing it last. Dance to the tunes as the music ends. The melody will live forever. Unique she is not only by her name but her face and character. "Emulataeble"....

It was TRAGIC

It was tragic

Summer holiday was over and we had to report back to school for a new and good to be semester. Sad I had to leave loved ones at home to go study and come back proud. I had passed in the previous assessments and exams too. That overwhelmed me. I left for school and bid all my good friends goodbye. School was nice..I liked the freedom in it.It wasn't like highschool where we had nosy teachers looking after all we do and all we were upto. You could bunk class here, sleep all day, eat what you like, dress how you wanted-nice life I would always think. I started well though but got myself in a peer gang. All weekends were like holidays. We would explore the whole country travel far and wide and socialising was the key thing. Days passed..months to be precise. I never cared about my class attendance neither upcoming assessments nor exams. Each night was a Friday. All club attendants knew us. We were regular visitors. I was a first year but all my friends were in third year. I was the youngest in the group. That didn't matter though..'We were all youth'..I'd convince myself. We would drink bottles down. No one kept limits. I got weaker and weaker everyday. I would sleep all day and spree all night. A time came when I wouldn't even call home. My loving mother would call. I sounded so cheerful and that studies were good. Little did I know that I was lying to myself. She already had her life anyway. She was my role model as my beast of a father left me when I was a toddler, I don't know him and I don't want to. Life can be so mean. I would feel guilty for doing the unexpected but I never changed. I would change but not for the better and change is not change if its not for some good. It was on eighth February. My nineteenth birthday. Last teen year, it had to be the best. My friends told me.
Wishes were everywhere on social media. I was on cloud nine. Having the most handsome boy around campus and all wishes was any birthday girl of my age would wish for. Night fell as fast. The City Bar was the club we regularly visited. It had classy men and porschy cars were all we could see. 'I like this life!' I exclaimed. There we were.Dancing our hearts out. No one cares after all. Fun we had. I drank alot. Takilla, martini, red wine..name it! Off I was. I don't remember what happened I just got myself played as toy between boys. They threw me in circles. I couldn't figure out what they were trying to do.My eyes got vague. And all I could remember was being carried to an empty room that I thought was my hostel cube. I woke up at around noon. Gosh! I was in my birth suit in the middle of the club dance floor and some yellow marks imprinted on my body. It looked abandoned. I felt pain as I got up to find help. Hot tears rolled down my rosy cheeks. I was in pain. My makeup was all messed up and my hair too. As I got up two men dressed in casual wear plus a lady in her mid twenties came from the bar counter till. I was raped! They were a special unit that dealt with rape cases. I had a stream of consciousness. I shivered and cried in deep pain. They made me write a statement but little did I know my story was in newspapers already. I almost got a brain hang. All I saw was mama's innocent face smiling. I had messed myself up. It took quite a while to realise.The lady examined me and was taken to hospital. As I charged my cell phone and called mom, my small sister picked it crying her heart out that mom saw the news page and got a hypertension stroke. They were with no one at home and that mother's boss got bankrupt no one could pay for the hospital bills and they had no meals. 'Why did you do this sister?' She asked desperately. I blamed myself for everything. 'I wish I knew'.. was my theme. I would say that repeatedly to myself. I had loud thoughts. Thoughts which were meaningless. They couldn't bore a fruit now. All was done. I was spoilt that I could never imagine. My boyfriend betrayed me and so did his friends. Life was unbearable now. I forgot there was a supreme God..and these were consequences! Two weeks had passed..I didn't get any better. Abdominal pains and cramps pained me hard. I decided to go to the university hospital for tests. I contracted gonorrhoea. I lost hope with life. Mom was still in stroke. My sister was taken by a family member. 'I would not go back home, I couldn't face mom.' I had mixed thoughts. Endless thoughts that had no fruits. As I crossed the road back to the school hostels. Without minding any cars. I got hit hard and thrown to the gutter.. a roadway gutter..My knee pained hard. I was taken to hospital and it could not get back to position. Walking was a wish now. I had all these yet I misused them.i would talk to myself, cry round the clock, I had simply lost hope. My best friend claimed I was losing my mind. She was also against me! When in the dark..your own shadow leaves you. Without thought the sisters took me to a mental asylum where I received 'mental' treatment. I was traumatised but never lost my head. I pretended to have lost it as I had no home. I lived with mental retards. They would not harm me. Everyone minded their own business here. Its my fifth year now and I still remember the events like the other evening. I hated my birthday for the two reasons. I would watch college students go to school and back. My time was wasted. I didn't know about home. I was a 'mental retard' no one bothered giving me a phone. But I pray for their wellbeing. That was my fee to my guilt.