Years on, still Coextensive.

Long before there were phones or tablets, read as internet for someone like me who grew up in a 3rd world country, I fancied myself a poet.

Nights in school, rightfully called prep time, were dedicated revision times. And for me these were  spent mainly playing around with words as evidenced in the various scrap books I keep coming across from those times.
I recently got the courage to revisit one of them, and was shocked at how as plain as day some still held their truth and still stood for who I am.

Going through them, I couldn't help but wonder, what would have happened if I had grown up in an environment that fostered more the art of writing rather than pushing all of us in one direction. Back then, for someone like me who had minimal strength in the sciences, the forces within dictated that a career in law was the highway or nothing?  Ever so headstrong, I somehow managed to convince them, that a course in Mass Communication was just as highly commendable and I ended up doing that in college. My reasoning, It would help me cultivate my love for writing, I am not sure it did anything for me ,but well here I am .

Fast forward to 2019, a year that for the most part has hit me at every corner in my bid to pursue higher ground that the only way I can cypher it is as a  season of perturbation. It is a miracle that I have carried on as normal and daily continue to choose to focus on the blessings.  So, as I went through my old scrap book, it was very comforting that words I had written more than 20 years ago, were still very alive, true and gratifying to my worn out soul. Here goes;

Troubled Man
Troubled man
Will you listen to me?
I need to have your attention
I've got something to say
I've got all the answers to the questions in your mind.
Will you trust me this time
And let me be the one
I am not asleep
I know what you are going through
I have been knocking at your door
Please won't you let me in
Be your God, your friend, your joy.

Will you trust me
Will you give me your life
Then I will show you all the things that I have for you.
Will you love me
For I loved you first
On the cross, I gave my life that you would be free
You need to know everything is gonna be all right
Just call on my name and I will be there for you
I know you are troubled said I will take you in my arms
Take some time and call me
Coz i will never let you down.

Unedited version from my 1999 scrapbook.