By Juliet Adeniran.
Down the water, I fell, almost drowned,
Trying so hard to end it.
But up there, I saw and marvelled
At how families smiled at one another,
Unaware of my situation.
Why should I trouble myself?
If alone I would be down there, then I said ‘no’
I must smile at myself, and allow their smiles to reach me.
I would live on to see the future;
I wouldn’t let myself to be down.
Down there, I would be gone,
And only a few would stop to care in their hurry.
Then, I joined them on the journey through life,
With families around, with love and hope,
Making mine the best of all families.
For that short minutes that I sat,
I wept, yet my heart remained clear and sombre
As I watched things fall apart.
Right in front of my two eyes,
I watched the world wasted away,
Pulling me right into the middle of it all to pay.
I struggled to get by each day,
Falling and rising like nobody.
Oh! How life gave up on me?
Yes! Alone for that short minutes,
I decided to make a stop to it all,
But I had another thought of it all.
Why should I exit a life full of possibilities?
Sure, if not in my generation,
I could make a good nation
For the next one with my dear life.
I can do it. Yes, I know I can.
It all came with just a thought.
Why do I need to face my fears?
When they know that soon I will be in tears.
Do they have to show how cruel they are made?
When all I needed is their aid?
Why am I being dragged to the pool?
When they know I will only make a fool-
Of myself, ending on the floor:
A slap and shame to me only.
Why does the world have to gesture and laugh
At me with great measure?
Have they no eyes to watch and see
That my dear poor self is weak?
Aye! I’m so fragile and also torn.
My life at their feet and I’m so worn
Out of my beautiful life and greatness.
Look how depressed I’ve become.
But I feel the touch and I’m glad…
Never will I be down and be sad again,
For salvation has come to me. Oh yes!
I will pick myself up and make a change.
Yes! The world is ugly. That’s the bitter sweet truth.
Individuals, like animals, harbour different intentions.
They bark and mock, yet give no attention.
The world, sometimes, will appear unfair.
Those you trust can let you down in a ditch.
Will you give them full satisfaction of seeing you down?
Oh! The ground seems fair, I tell you,
For it unpredictably swallows the sinker,
Just as those who believe life is unfair to them.
Happily, the grave will welcome you
Into that smelling shell of his.
Give him no satisfaction quickly. I say, “Don’t do it!”
Why take your life for those who don’t care?
Why lay your life for death while he’s already smiling?
“Why?” I ask. “Why give way to be mocked dead?”
With that life of yours, you can make a change.
Yes, while there’s life, there’s hope for you,
To be an example, like those who came and won.
Taking your life is not the way out, make a change and be a testimony.
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