Today is/was Friday.
It’s been a long week and a week with a lot of important lessons as well, lessons in patience, perseverance, hope and hard work. I do realize that a lot of times, we get motivated to strike out but really are never prepared to take that risk till we actually do so. We learn as we go and we grow. Most importantly, we learn that success really is not a destination.
I love that the goddess is back but I also recognize the demands of her presence. I know that waking up at odd hours would resume in earnest; I shall soon be mind-travelling, exploring deep troughs and dangerous heights, looking at man like stranger and living like a traveler; synchronizing my soul with the world’s vibrations while also being disconnected; falling in love without a heart; crying without any tears and living in a world that’s real to me, yet nonexistent.
I love that the goddess is back because I can be myself once more; I love that she won’t hide herself from me as well. I love the stories she tells me, I love how they remind me of a life I might have lived before I came into this existence. I love her.
AfroMuse, I have missed you.
Here’s a confused love treble on my gong, only because AfroSays:
THE BLACK PROCESSION
Deep Breath
Legions of the undead
Starched rags, white faces, dead souls
Eyes on the floor, uneager to go
Black shoes, tired legs, worn soles
Bag and briefcase on tow
Devil driven, water leaking, lamp lit canoes,
Each one must find a boat
Ten thousand lights on the water,
Moving in unison, a sleeping parade,
Soaked shoes, torn shirts, depressed purses,
Sinking boats, sunken spirits, slow progress,
Chin in palm, eyes set afar, seeing nothing,
Ten million souls in early mourning,
Each soul, one sorrow, one comfort,
Tonight ends the Black Procession
*The Sundance
Afrosays to me 
Wonderful story couzzo. Keep up the good work
Thank you Bush Master
lol. Depicts the way Nigerians work.Example – Third mainland bridge. Nice 1.
That was exactly the picture in my mind as I wrote this piece,
Do we have a soul-tie?
Prob, but hehe, the black procession back home was 10/10 on this particular day (11th). Terrible procession back home. God help us all.
Only to resume the detested cycle on monday.
God help us all cos in the end we’ll all be dead.
I better go and think of my business ideas cos going through all this wahala for another man aint worth it mayne…
have a restful weekend hombre!
I see you Countessa,
We’ve gotta keep at it till we break through. The parade ends tonight though.
Have a restful week yourself!
Mehn…Bankz, so on time man. Many are alive but not truely living. God help us all.
God help us all… to truly live
luckily ive broken out of dt cycle 🙂
nyc one brov, lurv dis piece
Lucky you dear… lucky you!
And this just confirms what I have been thinking/saying all along: I have to be very, very rich. I cannot live this life of going to work only because I have to, and probably even to a job I hate. Been there, done that. I will suffer now, so that I don’t have to suffer later.
Nicely written 🙂
🙂 – Nice one, Vera
The Black Procession gets me high. I ♥ such poetry!
That’s mighty humbling, Chukwuma,
Please come often, and remember to share the Afro-world with everyone
Thank you!
For the first time in my life, i mean the word speechless!
This is just too vivid! You are so talented. I’m honoured that beauty like this be shared with me and I’d feel guilty if i didnt share this with as much people as i can.