Random Stirrings of The Mind.

Wrapping up this year with a myriad of questions. I remember the previous new year, all the commitments that I vowed to keep, the resolutions that I swore to fulfill and yeah, this weight loss program that I have been planning to join, since I don't know when. I flip my 2015 diary chuckling to myself. I would not call it ignorance or laziness, but will describe it as a way that we humans try to accept our shortcomings. Day in day out, we get out of our homes, with set goals and iron-determination to achieve something by the end of that day. Half way through, our strength wanes, then flickers again after lunch break. With dropping mouths, heavy-laden bowels and sleep-deprived eyes, we try to pick up pace. Only to veer off to Facebook, Instagram to do uble-t ap , maybe. From time to time peering at that huge clock on the wall, waiting for the clock to strike five. Home and away, we jostle on the streets, heads ringing having barely completed half of what we'd set for the day. I

Sleep failed me, I shuffled my cards but, a mnesia wasn't one of them. I have been under wraps for sometime now. A life cycle, I have to call it; cocoon stage is pretty nasty at that. I feared the light of day and cowered behind shadows of self piety. I rocked back and forth in darkness mauling huge chunks of fear. Every approaching footsteps of opportunity was too condescending and deafening, and often made me peer into the blinding light, with a tiptoe.  Neighbors next door, whispered, that a forlorn spirit had possessed me, I could hear frightened murmurs and naysays when I collected enough courage to walk out, or so I thought. (This goes out to all those who think they are freaks; talk and smile alone, notwithstanding). There is this huge dark cloud, that started out in the horizon as a tiny wisp of an imaginary shape. I dismissed it to be some bloke burning charcoal or sending a smoke signal to some primitive chap, maybe. Drawing closer, with time, it took the shape of a

There are situations in life that pushes us to the limits. At times, the same situations come as good-will.(A story for another day) We often depend on our strengths, virtuous abilities or even close confidants to face these challenges, albeit with a straight face. But there are instances, where all these are meaningless. At crossroads for the least, between a hard rock and the devil so they say. Digging deep, we wonder where we might have gone wrong. Glancing right does not help, looking left doesn't either. Then we remember, there is a friend forgotten in the sands of time, one that we often turn to when no one is available. We hardly look for Him when life is bliss and fortitude bountiful. Thanking Him is the least of our deeds and utterances, and when we do, it's for the food. Life, he has blessed us with, living each day unbeknown to us, is someone taking their last breath, being ran over by a car or undoubtedly, being struck by lightening. We gaze not into who hast gi