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This too shall come to pass. The pandemic, COVID-19 along with the pain, affliction, anxiety, isolation it brought along with it. They will all come to pass.
They will be forgotten and become things of the past because nothing last forever. Every beginning must have an end.
Samuel Ayobami Ogunsola wrote a poem to encourage and remind us in this dark times, that this too shall pass. We shall overcome it together like we always do.
The heart is crumbling The soul is weeping Death rate is rising Over human race People brimmed with fear Sorrows and tears The deceased weep on For their sorrowful death
I slept at night I woke at dawn to find the virus at my door step Without a thought I banged my door It is here It has spread from China to France, Italy, The United states Now it has landed in my Mother land
Without a travel ticket It has traveled across the globe in planes and boats.
But it only came for a visit It has not come to stay It only stays when you welcome it Shut all windows Shut all doors Leave no openings Do not let it into yours homes And it will leave on his own
Just as influenza, bubonic(The Black Death) and Ebola came for a visit but now they had crawled back into their caves For they are not allowed to stay with us We fought them bravely We overcame We won the battle against the viral diseases that came to destroy our race
Let's not loose hope Hold on to your faith Covid-19 has not come to stay Just like the others This too shall come to pass
Where do our dreams go? Who knows? I wrote this poem in 2016 when I was feeling reflective about life generally, especially when we were younger.
We dream, we set goals, we make plans. But do our dreams always become real?
It was easier when we were younger. It was easier to just dream, make plans and set goals with our peers or alone. It was my escape when I was younger.
I would pretend to be asleep and just think of a life better than the one I had then. The kind of life I would have when I grow up. My dreams.
I had a lot of dreams while growing up. I wanted to be so many things. I am not any of the things I dreamt I wanted to be now.
I can’t but wonder if the plans and dreams we have for our lives don’t matter at all. If life just dish out what it desires to us not minding what we want.
Where Do Our Dreams Go? I had dreamt Life would be all sweet and colourful A little challenge here, a little grief there They keep the journey real and meaningful I had prepared to be strong Rise above all hurdles Ignore all hassles Who knows what happened to that dream? ‘Cos it’s farther than it seems So far I can’t catch a glimpse
I’ve never really been happy Not as I dreamt I’ve had more grief than joy Not what I saw I’ve not attained all I’d imagined Not as I thought All I desire is a life so simple Maybe not as simple as it sounds All I have is not as I dreamt All I am is not as I thought Now, I’m dreaming I might deserve Nothing more than I am Only I’ve got more than I deserve
Who knows what happened to my dreams? I wonder where our dreams go
I would melt into you
if only I could
reach far enough
to touch you
pull you into me
trace every contours of your skin
memorise every oulines of your form
and together we would melt
like droplets in the river
you into me
I into you
till we know not
where you end
or I begin
all I kissed
was a gush of air
Pain, fiercer and harsher than the whips of a thousand horsemen My soul sank deep into the river of pain and fear I sought refuge in the bosom of the younger dawns I hid in their embrace and they comforted me I dreamt of the rebirth of her garden in all its glory I felt the healing miracle of the morning sun
When Eva bathed in her warmth;
And I saw her inhabitants came alive with the songs of the birds, and fluttering flowers in the breeze
I have known pain; Nameless, faceless fear I sunk deep into their depths And they hurt no more
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I bow in awe of You
King of kings
And will always be
From generation to generation
To the end of time
Your mercy endures
Your love found me
Out of the depth of the stream
My soul sought Your face
Your words- Your desire
In those waiting on Your mercy
I employed in my cry for help
Your strong arms
Delivered my soul
Your wings of protection
Shielded me from tempest
Your mighty voice
Calmed the raging storm
And satisfied my soul
With immeasurable peace
You stripped me of my sack cloth
And clothed me with joy
You are true and just
Merciful and gracious
I bow in awe of You
Ancient of days
You are who they say You are
You are the Lord