The_Wagon Series 087

Everything started when we were young, when our innocence was the pride, when the innocent child was stained with dirty blood, when we grew to crawl to aim for the nearest biscuits, when we grew to walk just to act like big boys and girls, when we started calling mama to reciprocate the affection of our first love, when we started crying to get more attention and when we didn't care about who embraces us, whether black or white, with good odour or stench emanating body, handsome or ugly. We never minded. 

Now that better days are behind us, our pride have been traded with putrid acts, now the dirty blood has turned to our daily cloth, now that everything has turned to race, aiming for what is more than a biscuit, these are the days when boys and girls are acting like men and women, the love that was the first feeling that we had has faded, we cry once in awhile to hide our self inflicted pains, we hide our tears not to get attention, now we care, we discriminate, we choose our friends, hate feelings has been added to our feelings, and we always mind of those we approach.

When we were young, they said "better days are still coming." We waited upon days but the statement seemingly appears as an irony. We are searching for more happiness, fairness, and joy but the days that we have been experiencing were just obstruction to justice.

They said this life is binary, good and bad, happy and sad, rich and poor, nice and mean,  truth and lie, go and come, laugh and cry, Godly and hypocrite. If truly these are not mere English language, if truly these don't seem like playing with words or mere "Mathological" belief, we could have had more of the proclaimed better days. 

Those that rich are becoming poor, those that poor are dying of hunger, the joy we had then has changed and hope have been keeping us alive. 

We have Jew, Hindu, voodoo, buhddist, Catholic, Baptist among many other believe. We have different beliefs to conquer our tribulations spiritually, now that all these worship places are the roots of all problems, we are virtually doomed. 

We have judges, their conformity is meant to make justice to become more apparent. But the fact that their black flowing gowns are made of cotton and silk, done by the hands of corrupted humans, it has covered the light of justice that suppose to radiate all over them.

We don't have anyone to cry to and give us the motherly breast like we were young, we don't have anyone to sing all those melodious song ages that we enjoyed when we still had the value as an infant. We don't have anyone to give us shelter like we had enough of it from people when we just came into this world. 

Before tomorrow is going to be overrated, I want to make use of the rules of the past just for one purpose. Yeah! I don't want to CARE about the days that are coming anymore, because days that are coming seem like they are Integration of today's wickedness. After that, I want to care about people but don't know may be the affection is going to be boomerang.

I want to believe that all these are tentative, May be everything were/are just Induction, Induction to everything we are now and what we are going be..... 

May be..... Or may be not. 

Let's wait for tomorrow to unfolds itself while we dwell in the moment. 

*Olagunju Oluwaponmile F.*

*(aka) Mr_Folap*

March 14, 2018 article