THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

  Nigeria, September 24, 1999. Grumbled to fly out of the bed My Eyelids clung fondly to each other I was --------- not blind, but lost sight My darling pupil lost its potency -------- it was all dark Goose pimples resonated with the contraction of my hair erector Hay! My legs rejected impulse from the effector My legs shook in pity ------ they were useless My heart raced faster than Usain Bolt In the eighth minute My inner spirit whispered 'Anike, you are in the land in yonder' 'Oh! I'm dead', I muttered I was woken by grandma's voice She came to drop the goods invoice I sat jumbled ---- I narrated my ordeal Grandma bewildered, she shouted, 'you were dead but Eledumare returned your spirit' * Paris, December 27, 2006. * Still in the yuletide mood The jolly was in its highness in my hood Big Cousin and I toured the street and many girls were wooed Accolades to our feet, we would have been sued I tucked in my bed in the third hour ...

From the merry of the Yuletide celebration to the felicity of the New Year jubilation, lo and behold! here arrives a new dawn; a new dawn not to start all over but to build upon all that have been acquired in the previous year and eliminate/ discard those which would wreck us. One of the bloopers we've made over years is believing that a new year metamorphosizes to grant us the best, nay! life doesn't give us what we deserve but we demand and strive for. It's just a complete revolution of the earth around sun, buddy, hence, nothing's gonna change unless you catalyze it. I have not written this to dampen the hopes you have for the new 365 days journey but to help retract your heart from building a castle in the air and further motivate you as usual.      While we were young, we urged our parents to get new set of stationery for us for it's the beginning of a new year! little did we know that  we were meant to constructively build on our 'A, B, C' lectures fro...