Good day, please allow me to reintroduce myself.
It’s me, the caretaker of fate,
The one who witnessed your grand teary entry
into this world of pain and love.
It’s me, the one you called unfair
because you believed your arrival could have been more,
maybe a better scenery or something,
But at the point I wasn’t yours to have.
Good day, please don’t be quick to dismiss me,
Your friend, having known you from your innocence
till this not very innocent you
It’s me, whom many have told you doesn’t matter,
and tried to call me what I’m not – Freedom?
No, I’m your endless possibilities.
Good day, please recall my name,
You’re now much older and have been taught to think little is left.
It’s me, the reason for yesterday
and hope for tomorrow or maybe it’s doom.
It’s me, the bridge between life and death,
the isle bordered by wealth and penury.
This maybe a good night, but know this,
Be it Restitution, Penance,
Forgiveness, or Love, whatever you do,
Be sure to know you’ve got me till your last breath – CHOICE!
Oladimeji Olatunji may be described as a writer who loves to illustrate God’s love in pieces long and short. He also enjoys musing on affairs of the heart, and societal norms.