I am tired ore mi.
She, whom I love, hath rejected me in the coldest terms.
He, who promised me the big job, denied me with the coldest smile.
The origin, which promised a 'good time', left me with the loudest hangover headache.

My heart yearns for newness.
A new cultural experience distinct from these.
A new set of Christians not who do not appear as perfect as these.
A realist set of believers who realize that they must not leave everything to God.
A new set of mentors who are not riding the choicest jets while I wallow here in red accounts.
A new set of friends whose faith do not tally with mine.

I need them new dakun.

My head aches
My joints hurts
My legs are heavy like lead
My heart rejects the ability to care at the moment.

On these days I wake.
Immediately opening my phone browsers.
Secretly hoping my post likes would exceed thousands.
Fervently praying that hundred messages would flood my DMs.
Little disappointed that none of the both happens.

Like a strong lad, I console myself.
Saying I am a strong man even without the likes.
Saying folks like Bobrisky and Derele are too attention conscious even though my pocket cries when I see them flaunting money.
Saying yahoo boys are just terrible even though I keep admiring every Gucci they rock and Jordan they wear.

This is my heart cry ore mi.
Not the one of David seeking to know God better now.
But David seeking to know when the righteous will prosper.
When will the big contracts come?
When will the big 'ego' land and when will I get married?

Abi na so we go dey de?
Will one continue to keep up the wait to practice every kamasutra skills, films have taught?
Lord knows I am a brand new virgin who keeps on waiting till marriage date.

Will one continue to 'Awwwnn' over daddy pictures of Seyi law and Dj Khalid?
Wishing to hold my kid so close that I could hear her heart beat in rythm with mine.

Will one continue to salivate over instagram foodies pictures like daddy freeze and others?
All the while drinking garri without sugar and milk.

This is my heart cry ore mi.
Not your conventional one with no element of truth in them.
Rara o.
This is the bare heart cry of one who is really scared of what the future holds.
Even though most of these Christians keep up a show of vain confidence and shout that I am wrong.

This is my heart cry Jesu mi.
You alone are the only one who can provide any succor to this heart of mine.

Happy new month folks
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