THE REALITY OF LIFE.

It all started like a fairy tale, but this one has a long tail. A day a young man never envisage that destiny was around the corner, waiting to smile on him.

On that day he was on a visit to a friend who stays far away from the city, after embarking on such a back breaking journey, he met the doors and gates locked like that of a bank closed for services. Out of frustration and utter disappointment, he sat on a wooden bench in front of the quiet and lifeless house waiting for the arrival of is dear friend.

After some minutes he plugged in his ipod and drifted gradually into and hot and steamy sleep, he slept so deep that it took more than just a shout to bring him back to reality, a heavy and long body shake by an old lady who happens to be a neighbour was what it took to make his red and heavy eyes flip open like a book, still dazed by the long sleep, he stared into the open air as if he has just being caught doing something wrong.

Then came the voice of a lanky, tall, old lady, she said hey! Young man who are you looking for, he checked the time it was 12:30pm, which made him stand up with some unusual urgency and he said. Sorry ma, am actually looking for my friend who I haven’t seen for a long time, he stays in that compound, he indicated by pointing his finger. The old woman’s gaze followed the pointed finger meticulously, after some time she shook her head in pity and dismay, then she replied, oh! My son, no body actually lives there anymore. The last person I saw lived here left 3months ago; maybe that’s who you are looking for. All she was saying sounded like a bad news broken on a live TV. He couldn’t even wait for the woman to finish breaking the news before he turned and walked away defeated and exhausted.

As he was walking down the dusty road, still hating himself for going through such energy draining journey, he had no idea what he would be encountering on his way.

Just a few meters away from where he was coming from, on the other side of the road he saw a long queue of people, there were boys, girls, old men and women, some of the old folks even brought dogs with them, which made the queue so unattractive.

The young man lead by some strange spirit of curiosity, changed course, forgot why he came to that locality, ignored the anger inside and over looked the big disappointment before him. He crossed over to get a closer view of what was happening, just as he was approaching the line, he heard a group of people talking casually about lottery, lotto and buying of ticket.

Still trying to make sense of what they were saying, a young man approached him and asked if he was on the queue for the ticket. Out of shock and surprise he said yes, so the man took a position behind him. So as not to appear confused and stupid, he quietly tapped the person in front of him to get more information about the lottery ticket. Apparently what the person said was good enough to make him wait and purchase the ticket. The ticket was sold for $2, at that time he only had $20 on him, but something unusual just kept him on that queue, a queue that will make him have a life changing encounter with destiny.

After 1hour the queue, was gradually depleting in number, and there were just two persons in front of him. When it eventually got to his turn, a young lady out of nowhere forcefully fixed herself in front of him, unapologetic about it. Due to his nature, he said nothing and just smiled back to the lady, which annoyed those behind him. They started calling him names, trying to awake the anger and ego inside him, the more they shouted the cooler and calmer he gets.

All this while he still never knew what awaits him, the lady picked the ticket and left in self fulfilment, ignorant of the favour she just did for the young man, even though the young man knows nothing.

When it was eventually his turn, the ticket sales girl took time fondling with the ticket before she gave it to him, he left and went back home, folding the ticket and putting it in the back pocket of the pant he wore that day.

After that day he never thought about the ticket and what happened that day.

He went back to the way things used to be. After 3weeks, on a cool Saturday while cleaning his bedroom, the phone rang, thinking it was his mother. That was the call that changed his story. On picking the call, a female voice asked for his name, he told her, and then she said something that sounded crazy to him at that moment. She said “MR PAUL, THE LOTTERY TICKET WITH SERIAL NUMBER 568382, JUST WON $20 MILLION NO TAX “out of disbelieve he dropped the phone and continued with what he was doing. He even started laughing thinking someone was trying to pull a fast one on him.

In the middle of his laughter the lady called back and said the same thing; she also said there was a ticket with 568381, which came before his own ticket, that his ticket was the winning ticket. He couldn’t put himself together, he broke into an uncontrollable tears, then he remembered the day he went to visit a friend, the queue, the lady that jumped into his front on the line and the killing heat, all these made him fall face down in an erupting tears of joy and peace.

He looked in the back pocket of the pant in wore that day and found the ticket, with the same winning numbers.

Then he realised that destiny and fate just smiled at him

Why has our love gone soar my love, what happened to the girdle holding our hearts together, why is everything falling apart like a park of cards. Laughter and peace was all we knew, but now there is something new, and that thing might break the chain holding our souls together.

Know that we exist in the body but connect in spirit. So please don’t leave me, because if you do I might dry up. I fear I might not be strong enough to move on without you, my strength lies in that thing we share, so my dear please don’t give in to the storms of life, let’s take a dive into a river that holds no fever.

Let us grow graciously together, let us mature in love, because this love is from above and it’s as beautiful as a dove.

Tears drop from my eyes when I think about the joy and peace you bring to my heart, the thought of been with you in a world that knows no mortality, puts some vitality in my day.

If you want to dry my tears, please shoot the arrow of your love into my soul, let it move and lighten up my heart, just like a comet, which moves like a bright ball in space. My mother once said its okay for a man to cry, but I say its okay for a man to fall down flat in love.

When I think of all these it brings fresh tears from my heart through my eyes, until you bring back that love, my tears may never stop.

Why has our love gone soar my love, what happened to the girdle holding our hearts together, why is everything falling apart like a park of cards. Laughter and peace was all we knew, but now there is something new, and that thing might break the chain holding our souls together. Know that we exist in the body but connect in spirit. So please don’t leave me, because if you do I might dry up. I fear I might not be strong enough to move on without you, my strength lies in that thing we share, so my dear please don’t give in to the storms of life, let’s take a dive into a river that holds no fever.

Let us grow graciously together, let us mature in love, because this love is from above and it’s as beautiful as a dove.

Tears drop from my eyes when I think about the joy and peace you bring to my heart, the thought of been with you in a world that knows no mortality, puts some vitality in my day.

If you want to dry my tears, please shoot the arrow of your love into my soul, let it move and lighten up my heart, just like a comet, which moves like a bright ball in space. My mother once said its okay for a man to cry, but I say its okay for a man to fall down flat in love.

When I think of all these it brings fresh tears from my heart through my eyes, until you bring back that love, my tears may never stop.

Can a silent revolution be the solution to this long period of stagnancy and oppression. In the mist of obvious suffering, pain, shame and hopelessness, lies souls and hearts beating silently for a sudden revolution.

The question is who is willing to take the first step of courage and fearlessness, whos spirit is already intoxicated with the crazy juice of immortality and spirituality because without any of these virtues the revolution might not live to see the light of hope, it might never wake up into the waiting arms of freedom. The spontaneity behind this movement is what gives it some mysterious look, it happens without a premeditated line of thought or action. Everything just falls in place like a script written by the best movie director. Well may be a director was involved, and that director should be destiny.

Is there a word to describe this kind of revolution sweeping over the arab world, or could it be that those hearts weeping in silence is ready to burst out with a shout of change and libration.
No more will beautiful souls be caged by their so called leaders, religion, belief,race,sex and ideology. This is the time to sing a new song and this song must carry in it some glorious melody and harmony.

In this revolution kingdoms are falling, rulers are running, freedom is coming and victory is calling. Fate has been woken up from its slumber, now is the time to take the bull by its tail, yes that is why it is a silent revolution.
Let all the revolutionaries stay firm, they are the visionaries behind this generational leap of change. Nothing can stop this revolution cause it relies not on weapons but on its silence and subtlity, just like a virus it translates and transcript the DNA of the nation, no one can escape its positive infection.

This is the kind of revolution that brings with it joy and sudden change and breakthrough.


LET THE REVOLUTION CONTINUE TILL ALL THOSE BAD LEADERS ARE CHASED AWAY INTO THE WAITING ARMS SHAME AND DISGRACE.

DAVID,
20011.

THE TEARS OF HAITI...

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This is for my brothers and sisters in Haiti, we all feel your pain and empathize with you, this is just a piece of how i feel deep inside my soul when i think about HAITI.

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Haiti a dungeon of pity, life down there is not for the living, neither is it for those who cherish and desire dignity.

Babies lay lonely on the street, without the care and protection of their mothers.



Sons sit and cry in fear, at the absence of a father's upholding and encouraging touch.

Daughters are left to face the harshness and dangers of the society.

The people are lost and confused at the break down and ineffectiveness of the government.



What kind of world is this, in the mist of abundance and waste lies so much lack and want, in the presence of individual wealth and riches lies poverty, shame and low self esteem.

Your cry has travelled thousands of miles, right into our hearts to wipe away smiles on our ebony faces..



Your tears has soaked the earth wet, wet enough for the trees and seeds to bear fruits of pain.

My soul bleeds, my heart aches at the sight of this generational disaster. Over here we live for today, we never try to look back at yesterday, and we always pray to nature, to allow us see tomorrow.



Haiti you are like a lost son,a son stolen and established under the force of oppression and slavery, your brothers are far away across another border, the question is, did you bother to go back home?

Home (AFRICA), is where you belong, a place where your identity, dignity and prosperity lies, it lies fallow waiting endlessly for your return.



I weep and bite my fingers in pain, i cry and bow my head in shame when i see the level of destruction, poverty,inhumanity, pain,suffering and hopelessness that abides with my brother(HAITI), from another mother(AFRICA).

Who do you blame, who do you point those accusing fingers at, is it yourself,nature, the environment,government, fate or who?.



Maybe this is not the time to play the blaming game,rather it is the time to shake off the dust and dirt of pain and shame that has almost buried that glory, that light which can never be covered by any one, not even you(HAITI).

Get up, answer the call of victory, face your fears, never succumb to those tears, wear a new strength, go out and conquer all that lies before you like a ferocious gladiator.



THE MOURNING PHASE IS OVER...



DAVID,

JUST A BIT OF MY HEART,

2011...

Deep down in the ground, far away in a world of uncertainty, 600m below the earth crust lies 33 strong and daring men. They converged for a single course, they remained poised, even when the picture of hope and life looked frail, faded and obscure.

17days of fear,pain,loneliness and prayers was all that was left for these innocent miners to digest and live with, thanks to mother luck and destiny, which said those miners were going to live and marvel the world..
The outside world almost gave up on them, but right there in their own dark and treachrous corner, they saw hope, freedom, another opportuinty and light.

Families, friends,government, the community and the world at large was awoken into a strange and mind troubling consciousness.They are ALIVE, breathing despite the low level of oxygen, that alone defies all scientific facts and postulations.
Suddenly hope has been rekindled, the fear of the unknown gradually begins to wither away like a dead flower.
Their voices could not be heard, neither could their faces be seen, but the strong signals and telepathic frequency coming from the hearts and souls of these miners, was able to flow through the depth of more than 700m below water table, into the hearts of millions of people above the ground..

The success involved in this 65-70days of work and rescue mission is more than what the mouth can say.
I never knew that the milk of emotion, humanity,love and concern still flows, until i saw the distance it covered, right from South America, to N.America, cross across Asia,down to Europe and Africa. Now the issue of race, belief, ethnicity, political affiliation and language does not matter, everyone has been united in hope,faith and courage, strangely but true the longer the miners stayed deep down in the ground, the stronger and more dedicated the whole world became.

33miners awoke something mysterious inside anyone who heard the story, it leaves some drop of happiness in anyone waiting to witness the glory behind the story.
The very first miner to step foot into the bright sunlight of the outside world has set a record that might never be broken, the last miner has succeeded in conquering death, while all the 33miners have written their names on the sands of time without holding a pen.

They have proven that the power to survive lies deep inside the soul, just like in the mine.


33 MINERS IN CHILE, WERE TRAPPED 600M BELOW THE GROUND,FOR 3MONTHS.
ON THE 12TH OF OCTOBER 2010, THE FIRST MINER WAS BROUGHT OUT.
THIS ACT OF COURAGE AND FAITH, CREATED HISTORY AND HAS SET AN UNPRECIDENTED RECORD.

BY David,
2010/2011