By Ola Vincent Omotade
As I lay on my bed this morning, with sunlight streaming through the window, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtain and I saw the sky turn blue..
OH! its a new day I said.
Just as I took a step to go get my pink hard smoker's brush and a Dabur-herbal toothpaste to spray on my brush, I heard someone crying in terribleness.
I was weak in my spirit and all I did was to rest on my cushion, threw the brush on my carved mahogany bench and these were words that interfered with my heart.
I realized coming to this earth,
newly birth nothing in my hand I bring.
simply naked to the earth I come, looking for dress in tearsa
Oh for us
We came hale and hearty,
But yet tears trooped out from our eyes,
the little helpless baby.
Looking for ways to support living,
we sow in tears but at times reap in joy, not always every time though.
Going through the nooks and crannies of pains in craft works, handiworks and education (disciplined with tears).
When we fell sick, that colourless fluid flew down the eye of our loving mothers.
When one is extremely happy, like been promoted, getting married, admitted to higher institutions to study and so on, some wouldn't still be able to control the emotions all it results to is tears again
Days our fathers made our pilot to the earth, our loving mother's cried,
When we soar to the world unknown.
when we buy fancy cars and build our mansions, tears of joy is what we see.
Not the labour of our hand can fulfill the laws of tears
When our eyes shall close in death this same tears will flow down from the eyes of lovers, children, well wishers, business counterparts and associates, wives, husbands that such a person "we love is no more"
Then my heart asked me
WILL TEARS EVER STOP?
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