I stood there a travelling man
with nothing less than my surviving soul:
duffel bag, dusty foot, pale skin,
shredded leaflets-full of scribbled dreams.
Blame that on sunrises and sunsets of days past
for being my angels while threading those lonely miles.
Lonely miles..lonely miles ?
Nah , not really about those strange lonely miles.
This is all about what happened after standing there a travelling man ?
Yes ,It was the tunnel that I saw before me,
it was dark, it was too big only for half-a-man.
So I had to crawl through half -a-man
with so much of my ego trimmed off the edges.
And it wasn’t easy walking on hot coals and sharp edged pebbles
they made me think twice about denouncing the sacrifice that got me sprung.
I kept the gaze on the firmament at the end -the shinning trophy.
I broke all laws, fought all bending forces
and finally got my sore hands on the torch :
my victory in technicolor.
But this torch bearer
just found out the light in his hand
marks the beginning of another tunnel.
sigh!…….’.keep moving’ that’s what Life says !
The journey stops when your life -clock stops.……
Ayowole ‘Havalanche’ Awoyemi