SMILE

Smile for me.
Part the doors of your mouth and let those 32 inmates rejoice.
Daily you keep them shut up in their dark damp cell.
Periodically letting them show when you ferry food chunks to their cells.
Periodically letting them see the light whenever they are called to perform the manual labors such as opening of cans and trips to the doctors.

Smile for yourself egbon.
For you have turned into living corpse already.
Douring the atmosphere of everywhere you step into.
Waltzing into an opera and turning the whole place into a graveyard.
Hatred has transformed your heart into tar.
A dark and oily matter which causes anger to spark up at the slightest provocation.
Pick up the broken shells of your exterior oga anyi.
Those shells broken with the club of grief and disappointments.
Gather them and take them to the house of the master potter at No. 2 heavenly street, near the bank of Grace and very close to the bustop of brokenness.

Smile for your family nwanyi.
No one likes this mascara that you put on every morning.
Everyone now fears you.
The Lord of the house now turned into the God of war.
A permanent scowl lying on your face like a dreadful Rotwiler watching over its master as she withdraws from the automated machine.
Just because a trashy male broke up with you.
You are angry simply because Edumare oba Oke hauled away a hiccupping car from your driveway.
You curse the very earth because Edumare tried to show you how to value yourself more.

Smile for Edumare ore mi.
Gaze upon the works of the Grand designer and marvel.
Marvel at the inner beauty of them all and be joyous.
Be joyous because He created you with the purpose of dominating over all.
Over all stumbling block He has given the strength to jump over.
Over every knockout punch, He has instilled the strength to rise.
To scale through every fiery hoop and emerge victorious like Himself.

Smile nwanne: All is not lost.
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