Live Loud And Shine

Imagination is a gift,we cannot apologise for it and no one sees it for it is hidden behind our eyes,the very gates of it are locked with a key that is placed deep within our hearts.How could a human sees no good in himself? How could you sink so deep?you see yourself worse than the world sees it,you see the freckles on your cheeks more than the world sees it,you see the speckles in your eyes more than the world sees it,you see the bags beneath your eyes more than the world sees it.I discovered that the world around me drifted too fast to pay too close an attention to me,so i look within me and see beauty.When they looked at you they only said the wrong things,they may call you mad,evil,confused.I called me myself.

Everybody falls that is a given fact but not everybody rises.The most important thing is the rising after the fall,i fell too often but i rose and got better my feet got stronger.How do you see yourself? Are you a complete looser? you say you are unlucky,the black cloud of low self-esteem puts a veil over your face and you hide behind it,defeated by yourself;trodden by your own thoughts,you painted this picture of a person without good or beauty in this world,you wished you were someone else,you see the other lady with her face in a glowy dazzle and her female sex smells like roses in the air,then you feel like stink.But sniff hard my dear ;someone thinks you are cute;she is right in there beating in your heart,knocking for you to let her out for she has alot to give;she wants to colour you again.But you put her in a metal cage with chains bound.She is bound by your shyness,your worthlessness,she can't find expression and her voice is snuffed.

Repent,soar with your thoughts,live loud and shine.Where you fell rise again,begin to love who you are because you have no one else.Rise: for there is a horde of buffalos on a stampede;these buffalos are your friends and enemies,don't be on the ground when they come.Mark where you fell;never fall there again.You never need to think too much about your fall such that your feet becomes scared to walk ,run,leap and then fly.

Someone clipped your angelic wings;they put a fire to it and burnt it .They made you loose your glow,your beauty;they called you unpretty,but you know what?it's grown again,you blinded yourself with that black cloud and you can't see that whiteness,the glowing beauty of your wings.You are ready to fly again,look behind you the buffalos come running,they care for nothing.Run,run,spread your wings oh Angel,where have you failed? In the hardness of your hearts your mistakes hunt you,but the air around tells me you have another chance,you can rise again you can live again.
If you have got life in you and the blood still circles through your heart;then you have another chance.Define your life ,create rules that sets you on your journey,pack a bag,put the water of wisdom and have the bread of hope.I dare you to live your life,quit looking too far out at the other person,the only one you would ever be is you,any other person is a fake for you,a stranger,a drifter that gas drifted into your life.
                     ALEXANDER OBIKA