Life,-chance or choice.

I found my being on this earth,
By chance not choice.

I have to live on this earth,
By choice not chance.

It's the time of the night,
Where we ponder if we lived right
In the day.

Maybe,maybe not it may seem.

Still,it's the time of the night,
Here,we can plan right
For a better day.

I met Adamma at the river,
helped her gourd ,to her pretty head,
twas broken pieces she took home.

I volunteered to wrestle Uzo,
Bequeathed a warrior in the land,
Twas broken ribs I took home.

Broken pride,
Broken ribs,
Is all I have as Uzo take Ada home.

Cocoon Yourself.
The farmer said:

To the Caterpillar:

Get out my garden,
I want you no know more
Get out my garden!

To the Butterfly,

Fly over my garden,
Pollinate it,
Fly over my garden,

Farmer thinks...
If a caterpillar becomes a butterfly after being cocooned,
How more,Man ....?
...#justThinkingoutloud#

My prayer;
Wounded hearts be healed, Broken hearts be mended, Fearful hearts be strengthened, Saddened hearts be made joyful, Weak hearts be strong, Hardened hearts be softened, Lonely hearts be enriched, Wandering hearts be straightened...Amen