It is unfair how we grow, Yearning to love, That the one we choose to cherish, Loves us back in the same measure.
It is unfair how life tricks us, When we think we found the bond, That would make our being strong, Like the ancient rocks from inception.
It is unfair when we take that courageous step, But then, faced with rejection, After grooming our hearts, Only to adore and respect that one person.
It is unfair how we are served, dejection, rejection, and regret, Convinced we are not good enough, To love and be loved.
It is unfair when our thoughts are squashed wrong, When another heart craves for our attention, But we also end up wrecking it, Because we are infected by the unfair disease.
It is unfair that we ain’t fair, It is unfair love isn’t fair, It is unfair life isn’t fair, It is unfair nothing is fair.
Do you wish to succeed in life? Set daily goals for yourself!
You will encounter failure on the way, but this is not real failure! Failure is when you’ve accepted defeat, failure is when you have come to a conclusion that you have failed.
Remember; when life gives you lemon, make lemonade.
Also, when life serves you apple, take a bite and keep the rest for the day you don’t get served.
I’ve heard many people say they don’t dream everyday and I am a witness to it. But a school of thought claims we all dream every time we sleep. Science believes that when the body is at rest, the brain and the heart do not partake in the rest, because they keep working. I guess this school of thought/science got their base from this fact. Since the brain cannot remain idle, then something must be going on in it, either an happening or whatever.
However, many still stick to the belief that it is not every time man dreams. I’ve met some people who say they have never dreamt and they don’t know what is feels like to dream. I still remember the kind of look I gave the first individual who told me so. I could not stop myself from telling him he was abnormal. But is he truly abnormal? I stopped believing he was the day another person told me the same thing. But I must say this people are very rare, maybe one in a million. But I’m so fortunate to have met two, right?
Person alloy, I don’t know if it is true that we dream every time. The school of thought I was speaking of the other time believes the problem is that we forget we had a dream. But you will agree with me that sometimes, we have the consciousness we dreamt, but we don’t remember what happened in the dream. But yet, we know we’ve dreamt. This too is normal. But whether we dream every time or not, I believe everyone in this world dreams everyday. This dream has got nothing to do with sleep. It comes when our consciousness is still very intact.
What am I saying? THOUGHT! Have you ever termed thought to be a dream? I want to believe our thoughts can be referred to as dreams too. When we are long lost in our subconsciousness, what we do is dream – think as long as we are not in our right state of mind. The normal dreams some of us if not all dream are things that are not really. They happen like they are real but in a different world, created by our minds. I guess this is one power God has given to man. I don’t want to believe animals also dream.
Thoughts are similar to dreams. Thoughts require you to create something outside of the physical that almost seems physical in a world created by your mind. Maybe we can call the ability to think and dream (or let me call the two “dream”) as the power of the mind. Sometimes, your dream gives you a nightmare, or joy depending on whatever you’ve come across. Just like a dream, the fear from your thought can send you back to reality and sometimes, it can make you smile in reality.
So, whether you believe that we dream everyday or not, your thoughts are equivalent to dreams and I believe you do this more often.
Please, drop your thought using the comment column. We’ll love to hear your view, beliefs and encounters.
I was still planning my birthday party o, when Adeola, one of my female friends called to give me a feedback on the total amount that would be needed to prepare three different delicacies for 40 people.
“500k!”
I exclaimed, when she told me, like I had the money. Money wey I fit use buy two plots of land for Ogbomoso. I told her to tell the caterer she uses, to please, have mercy and try to cut the price, but she said she did already and I had no choice but to transfer the money ASAP. My account was looking empty, as I was sent the balance. She didn’t even call back to say thank you. She just sent me “seen” on WhatsApp. After transferring 500k? Well, that is just by the way.
As I sat down to catch some breath and calm my fast beating heart, Kayode’s call came in. I quickly picked. I made sure my voice was very clear, so he didn’t notice my bad state. He told me he already had an estimation for the drinks and wines, and that made my heart skip. I went silent, unsure of what was coming my way. I wondered if Adeola told him I sent her some money already.
“So, how much are we talking about?” I asked. My mind was actually praying for me.
“Just 600k”
He answered calmly. I wanted to jump on my feet, but as I tried to, I noticed I was already standing. I lost the pretence, and I’m sure he was surprised. I was even angry he added that annoying word “just”.
“Okay.”
I said, as I cut the call quickly. I went tro and fro the house, regretting I did not seek for the help of my middle-class friend’s instead. I wanted something classy, and that was made me engage Kayode and Adeola. I sat down, stared at my balance, thought of what would become of me after the whole birthday party. Finally, got the consolation I needed. I thought I would recover in few weeks, since I was already having ‘handy’ customers patronizing me, and that’s all thanks to Kayode. He made sure he connected me to the right people.
The following week, 29th of March, I decided to call my tailor in the evening. What is the essence of spending so much on a party without a good outfit? He told me he was already sewing my agbada, and assured me, that I would love it. The call had ended well, as I transferred his 100k to him, just to be sure the rest of my chicken change was mine. It was already a week to my birthday, and I could not help but think of how successful it would be. I’ve had countless of birthdays in my dreams, and having it in reality would make it an achievement.
I decided to go to the sitting room to chill out. I was watching this Igbo movie, and it was becoming annoying, so I changed it to Channels Television.
“Nollywood sha.” I whispered to myself, as I hissed.
I was surprised to find Bubu addressing Nigerians on the issue of COVID-19 on the television. I didn’t even know he would be saying something. I just stared, waiting for him to give the speech Nigerians have been longing for. Right there, I heard him say something like “lockdown”. I was still staring, until my brain slapped my skull.
“Two weeks lockdown?” I asked myself. I wanted to rewind his speech, but it was impossible. I gave it all my concentration as I listened, hoping he would repeat the statement. Fortunately, but unfortunately, he did. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I prayed I was in one of my dreams, but it was a damn reality! No birthday party? I sat there, wishing I did not even send the tailor his money.
I could not call Kunle and Adeola for a refund, since they already got the items needed for the party. I was still thinking of the next action to take, when ‘NEPA’ ceased the power supply. Mighty rain of water ran over my face from my head. I checked the last message from the bank, and it was not encouraging at all. How do I live on 57k throughout the lockdown? I foresaw the extension, but I prayed against it. The business I hoped to recover my ‘losses’ from was on hold automatically. I just remained on the sofa, almost crying.
‘Lockdown: My Sad Experiences 2’ to be released soon…
Love yourself first people say,
Love your neighbour as yourself the Bible preaches,
But neither my neighbour nor myself do I love,
Which makes it no sin.
My life has been on a hold,
Everyday passes with no hope,
Yet many expect some hospitality,
Even from the one who has no home.
I know I am crazy,
And I don’t pray I get well,
This life is worth nothing,
Not its possessors deserve a thing.
I just pray I don’t get misjudged in the afterworld,
The way I feel is not my decision,
It is more of a curse than a choice,
Something I can’t really battle from within.
I had my plans,
P.Lord Shelf 