I am warmth and chills,
Calming nerves like pills.
I am sweet and sour,
Enduring by the hour.
I am a heart beat amongst other beats,
Echoing the loudest.
Your still heart I steal,
And I remake like malleable steel.
My tunes, you can’t resist,
My rhythm, you yearn for,
My sound, you wish to echo.
I am a norm in so many forms.
Pretence or not, I am your desire.
I am a father, a mother, a sibling, a lover, a friend, even a foe.
I am all of you.
Emmalase.
Man: Hello Nighmare, its been a while, have you come to haunt me?
Nightmare: You seem bold and unafraid to see me.
Man: Am I? Hmm.. maybe cos you have no strings on me.
Nightmare: So you think you’re free?
Man: No one is, we’re all slaves to something.
Nightmare: I am no slave.
Man: Are you not? It is your curse to torment me, and it is my trial to be plagued by you.
Nighmare: How does that make me a slave?
Man: You’re here cos I’m your purpose, I’m the reason you exist. Unfortunately I’ve found a new master, so should you.
Emmalase.
I often wondered why I never saw father shed a tear or show fear, until I became a father.
You don’t always have the luxury of undoing a deed, so think again before you act.
I’ve come to realize fear in one of it’s pure forms, fear born from love and duty.
I feel I am always afraid, and cos of that, I always plan ahead, so I am always prepared.
You become more terrified of consequence’s wrath, when you are a parent.
It is a Man’s curse to live for the ones he loves and cherishes, his needs and satisfactions come last.
Emmalase.
Caress me with members, warm like an ember.
Kiss me with juicy lips, spiced and wet in flavoury dips.
Impress me with sounds of simba, and dress me in clothes bright as ever.
Smile for me, walk a mile with me, and while you’re here with me, don’t wait until I dial before you say hi to me.
Emmalase.
A feeling
A presence
Amidst the silence, it echoes.
Never behind
It shadows unbound
Stepping in my prints
Even when I sprint.
Always lurking
Always seeking
A stalker,
A prowler.
The haunting thought of it,
Like a crest in my chest.
An essence cautious, I’ve become
An untamed conscience, I’ve become
It is consequence,
The echoes of my misdeeds.
Emmalase
Man: What are you looking for, what is it you seek? For a decade these plains have been your abode, achievements and accomplishments, but yet no fulfillment.
Wanderer: I don’t know what I seek, I only know it’s not here. I am on a trail vague and obscure, on a destination blurry and unclear… A soul seeking fulfillment… a life so mundane and void of spice, I am a wanderer.
Man: So tell me wanderer, where does your fulfillment lie?
Wanderer: …
Emmalase.
In my ignorance of what is to come, I try to comprehend the impossible, figments of what I believe to be true.
I have lived long enough to discern vagueness from clarity and madness from sanity. I believe mankind to be a part of a higher form of essence, one that engineers the affairs of a world overflowing with possibilities, comprehensible and incomprehensible.
This brings me to the unavoidable question, “How did Man come to be?”
The vagueness of truth and lies shrouding humanity’s existence endures as a mystery. An elusive truth embedded in cultures, religions, and science, telling a somewhat similar but complicated story of how it began, but yet proving impossible to decipher. Staring at this mystery with closed eyes, but a mind wide open, doused with speculations, theories, and hypothesis, I try to find the connecting dots and interwinding threads that could tame my curiosity. I believe most of us have some point in time tried to fathom the truth of our existence, the history of the true first man, or men, or people. Exposed to theoretical bombardments of how creation came to be, we are left stunned with numerous hypothesis arising from untamed speculations and unanswered questions born from curiosity.
Science would define creation as emanating from the big bang theory, which from it spawned the first organism, which evolved to man, an event that spanned millions of years. But from the religious perspective, there have always been a superior being, one watching over, an entity that created all things. In every culture, the tale seems similar but bears dissimilar names to this all-powerful being.
I have lived long enough to discern vagueness from clarity and madness from sanity, but now I find myself caught in a web of curiosity, unsure which path leads to the truth I seek. But yet again, what truth do I seek, Is it one of the true tales of creation, the undiluted biography of the first man or people, or rather the tale of the creator, the hand that forged life from its molecular level, birthing the first man or people.
The answer I seek eludes me, but then, how would I know the truth when I see it. I probably might have encountered it without realizing it. I am both a man of science and religion, and my quest to find the silver lining between both theories of the first man seems unending.
Emmalase.
Welcome to the year 2024!
As we continue on this journey of life, leading to destinations certain and uncertain, flawing and learning from our mistakes, it’s crucial we all examine the deeds of the previous year, so we better equip ourselves with the proper mindset for this year.
We all have regrets, deeds we wish we can undo, but sometimes can’t. Their shadows will sometimes trail us till our dying day, but that doesn’t mean we should cease to live. One thing the previous year have taught me is that “life will always proceed even on my demise, that no one is so special that the world would halt on their demise.” I say this so that you the reader of this content will understand that redemption is only for the living. And even on the path to redemption, you can only do your best.
Forgiveness is all about letting go of a wrong deed dealt on you, so you can be free. It’s not always easy to forgive, especially when you are compelled to relive the pain. But if you can, not minding how long it takes, try to let go, so you can also be free. Don’t expect too much from anyone, don’t forget they are only human.
Opportunities present themselves in sometimes unusual ways, developing the keen senses for spotting these chances is a way most successful people embraced their success. Your hunger for success is determined by the effort you make, cos sometimes the things we seek and dream of will never present themselves on a platter, they most times require that we exit our bubble and the things that give us comfort, in order to achieve them. You are not the only one undergoing life’s tribulations, so many others are also swimming in this leech infested murky water just like you, so whine less.
Some kings are born, while others are made, understanding yourself and how the forces surrounding you work, is another vital insight of life. Some people achieve their goals in life easily, while some others have to put extra effort to achieve theirs, that’s the disparity of life that sometimes seem unfair. So, if you are not finding opportunities easily, try making one of your own, if you are not born a king, forge a crown of your own. Hardwork always pays, sincerity in labor is always rewarding especially to the patient.
Finally, in this century which we find ourselves, it is obvious that education is vital. It is crucial to inoculate oneself with the empowerment that comes with education, be it Information Technology, Science, Language, Art, or any other form of education. Being knowledgeable in a field of knowledge, projects your peculiarity, and gives you an edge over others, especially if you find yourself in developed societies where education is treasured.
Emmalase.
Jingle tolls the bell.
The ring of a king born strong and well.
The choirs sing a tale.
In rhymes of bliss and hale.
Come dine with me.
On a table of love Indeed.
The King of Kings is born.
And our hopes and dreams he’ll restore.
Merry Christmas.
Into thy light I stepped, mesmerized by the radiance of your abode, I was.
In awe I gazed at the magnificence of your dwelling here amongst men,
And then I pondered on what the glory of your unseen abode on high would be, indeed it must be glorious.
All creation great and small, you forged from nothing.
A creator whose beginning is void of knowledge,
A being all knowing, an essence all mighty, and all encompassing.
Standing here in your presence, I am petrified by the flicker of your essence,
Shaken to the bones by the glory of your abode.
How can a shallow mind, vain as mine ever be worthy of your gaze.
Emmalase.
I see innocence,
I see purity,
I see sanity.
Minds unspoiled,
Consciences unsoiled,
Hearts untainted, I see everywhere.
All headed for knowledge,
All headed into the inevitable grinder,
Into life’s Insanity.
Emmalase
You will not be appreciated,
You will not be recognized,
Your effort and commitment to make them better will be overlooked.
They don’t care about the things you say or teach,
That’s because they don’t percieve like you do.
They don’t think like you do, cos everything is insured for them.
They are the offsprings of easy times,
Laced with doses of laxity and laziness,
Slaves to an incomprehensible weakness born from so much comfort.
Minds shrouded by things so vague,
Brains clouded by thoughts so vain, epitomizing the apex of folly.
No sense of duty, so void of focus.
How can they appreciate the effort you make, with blurry visions.
How can they comprehend the things you say and do, with shallow minds.
Your thoughts so deep, your words so grey, echoing the uncertainties of a future rested on their frail shoulders.
They are your creation, cos you’ve made them this way.
Emmalase.
