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FROM THE FIRST STEP (THE BATTLE IN THE WEB)




With hands and legs garnering momentum and strength to start the race
The toddler picks upon the platform of consistency
He takes his first step
All, wear beautiful smiles; non as vibrant as the sister of nature
                                      
He starts the course of which he seeks reconnection to the source that teleported him
He is faced with an army of fine tuners
The lot of multitude who wants to strike a stroke on his tabula rasa
They even placed an identity tag on him,
The battle between the instinctual and the moulders

He gets fine-tuned; the Lot buys him an identity
Now he has got to wear the moulders dress on nature’s given clay
He begins to meet like mind folks and starts to reassess the dress he has been given
He observes that some dresses though similar; had some colourful variations in retrospection
But he doesn’t mind; he dips His hands into gold sacks made for him by Mother Nature
He discovers some rough shinning stones; though nice but crude
Who is going to help polish these?
He is got to either strive to polish
Or the “Lot “polishes or throws the gem stone in the mould

He laces his boots, stretches forth and back
For the sake of decency; he trails the path designed by the “Lot “as desirable for polishing the gem stones
His person is now fully grown
He tries to break forth from the web of the lot;
With firm grips upon him; comes the warning; it is yet the appointed time!!!
So He had to play the dummy

But when he broke forth; it was with a great spin; his head turned; Almost writing off the settings of the moulders
A feeling of utmost independence gripped him; now the prosecutors stood affront
With long whips to modify and re-adjust ones with errors and internal jams

He stays calm; but with the quest to achieve the amiable
He sets his eyes on his desired spot; the lot came with a proposal of a more appealing one
He’s got choices now; He strives to get what he his seeing, though the lot cannot see it,
They want him to see theirs

Encumbered in the struggle and race; now a man
With all he has attained
He goes down the lane of time
Struggles to take the last step
 Mother Nature replaces him
He seeks reconnection to the source that weaved him



Bolaji Olaniba (2018)




















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