Like the foaming clouds clustering each other
My mind couldnt settle for peace
Like a thunder striking my earth
I couldnt put myself together for the moment
I battled with the pool of tears and sweat about to break to my embarassement
I saw a small crowd of sympathizers
But i couldnt say whether they make me feel better or even worse
Now sitting alone in my chamber
I begin to recollect all the tireless efforts of my glittering hope
Meeting after Meeting
Sleepless nights and morning calls
Millions of naira wrongly invested
My premium time erronously allocated
The engraved hope burning within my heart
That transformed into the thirsty passion for the seat now faraway
Now wandering aimlessly in my lone chamber
I mull over the only two options
Conqure or quit?
Success or suicide?
I have neither conquered nor succeded
Then could this be the end of me?
I roam round my thoughts again
Then i remember where the God of destiny says " I am the One who destine things to my taste, frown over your misgivings and i shall make them greater or thank me for those misgivings then i shall make them givings "
I remember when God of favor says " I do not close one door of favor for you until i have opened a greater one, ask me and i shall direct you towards it"
I remember when God of mercy says " when it becomes rough and rowdy and you can find not a way out call upon me and i shall soften it for you...
Then i remember, its never success or suicide
Its never conquest or quit
Its always victory in every step taken
But its only the straight route or the next turn.
Then i smilled and call upon my Lord, the One of giving, the One of mercy, the One of favor, the mighty Lord of power and told him im ready for the next run...
