“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” — John Lennon
Interestingly, rather ironically, let us dare to open the face of this heart pen with a storyline from the popular sonic artist, Brymo, in his song titled Òkùnkùn. The line reads, “Àjò layé, N ò mọ bí mo ṣe wá o, Mo fura pé ibẹ’ ni mò ń lọ, Òkùnkùn lati wá, Òkùnkùn là ń lọ” meaning “Life is a dream, And I know now where I came from, Suspense is when, where I’ll return, From the dark we came, From the dark we’ll return.” As satirical as the words seem to sound, they bear magical interpretations that drive our mind along a pitiful – but inevitable – journey.
Within the preachings that canvass and caress our world – rather a toil of discontent on another end, we have been exposed to the ends of life as if it has all been experienced first hand, only to come to the fruition that it was only experienced within our dream world. Bearing the notion of the affairs apprehended all along – even though they were gathered on the bank of illusion, the shock of the dream is always raised to the power of infinity when the reality comes into play.
The Wake of Shambles
Through the course of the last session, which might have been a semester to remember and forget in many ways, we followed the path of our luck in a bid to raise – or maintain – the bar of what we seek. Even when the days appeared hot, cold or warm, the stance of the unwavering focus – maybe of varying degrees – kept the zeal soaring high.
We smile amidst struggles bearing in mind the quote that says “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.” The song our heart sings reflects the mix melodies that no matter what the day vomits, it shall all be wrestled and victories shall be heard like a 5 am alarm that puts the entire household on stir. In such an atmospheric scenario, the point is that even though we are aware of the battles along the line, we are not at the same time short of the end’s entropy.
Afterall, to say, the play gets twisted upon the rising of an untold story that comes knocking and gains penetration without an approval. It doesn’t even need one nor has it ever gotten an approval on a welcome ride. I mean the pains, heartbreaks, griefs, sorrows, rue and shocks we are made – or have been made – to face in the path we chose. It becomes multi twisted when the bearer of these circumstanced elements are directly or indirectly affiliated to one’s existence or walkway.
Either way, it is indescribable getting to the finish line only to recount the loss of an accomplice.
Knocking the Status Quo
The range of the walking devil within the confines of this particular demographic we operate in – located around the Faculty of Education to be precise – is quite known to ‘all’ and clearly exposed to ‘few”. Not to bounce on the familiarized beating of the drum – as it’s a new session, it is to believe that we will operate on a new terrain filled with a long sense of embrace across all voices.
Literally, to be more explicit, faced with the rising shambles – which is now submerged – has opened the eyes of this pen to a learnable secret. At times, or say most times, we wrestle against ourselves with the thought of it being a curse from an outside party. But at the face of events – wanted or unwanted, its materialization therefore defines the strength and negates the perceived status quo.
For he who has ears should listen to the sayings of the Prophet. Here he comes preaching atop his voice that the ‘platform’ we operate on this new ‘space’ will not open room to allow the devils that defined the status quo rule over the cleansed and promising land set before her eyes. We shall rise in unity – as against the past – to walk in harmony, tranquility, cooperation and embrace the fore and core of our treasured definitions.
Rising to Shine Light
Dear all, as we approach the onset of a new semester/session, let us systematically set aside the art of our recent strain that submerged the bearing of our thought process. In a bid to tailor our mindset to a completely fresh – and new – beginning, there is the responsibility of letting go of such causes that create holes within our mind and fill the gap with the right diet. Not relegating the past to a dead call – bearing it can’t be completely forgotten – but showing the new readings enough respect to take the stage.
To the young generals in our midst who are filled with the agility and eagerness to face the battle of time that tests their ability against the trials before them. Be courageous of what you believe – the spirit of self confidence, seek the right information from the right set of people and ensure you are never left out of the process. Here is a different world placed within the corner of your heart, master the stride it operates, never assume you know what you are not fully certain of and never forget to be inquisitive as there lies your will to know more.
Taking the baton from the shambles collection that tattered and shattered our heart to the displacement of the known existing status quo, it’s time to rise and take full charge of the moment. What possesses the will to partition us is as strong to bind us, and make us a fearful force.
Fellow all, in the wake of this new shade, let us allow our light to shine. Let us walk on the track that shines our light so dear that no darkness can succeed with any form of ascendancy. Let us move in oneness which therefore sets aside our differences. To the spirit we so grief, to the one we miss, to the burden it creates, we must move on.
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