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What Do You Want

What do you want?

I want to know Christ, glow his light and climb new heights, I want to have the kind of life Nigerians envy. I want to be rich and famous, be my own boss-Nigeria’s MVP. At the same time I want to remain humble, sure you know pride goes right before the tumble. That’s the life I seek, I want to be meek, in face of daunting trials, raging fires and sinful desires. This life, life is so unreal, we can’t live from the way we feel, situations are just illusory phases, even daisies eventually fade. Eternity is reality, where our eyes should be, heaven is where I know I would be.

Times are really hard, it’s hard to keep up with the latest fads, wanting to look cool, and hold my sanity on the other hand, and funny how all these just amount to vanity. I want to come out of my shell, let the world read me-be the book off the shelf. Engrossed in these thoughts, Lamah calls and tells me he’s lost his mama. My heart goes out to my good friend; I believe it will be all good in the end.

I want to love my friends and family, and make them always proud of me. I want God to smile when he thinks of me, and since he thinks of me constantly I want him to smile constantly. So being rich and famous can wait, I’ll be rich and famous eventually, here on earth or thereafter. Sometimes I wonder what’s the fuss is about. The world is rounding up eventually anyways.

Therefore I got to rise, rise to the occasion, with or without the ovation. I have to rise above the lust, the rust, rise above the earth crust and levitate and then celebrate –Celebrate life and celebrate love and elevate till am perched on cloud nine and like with this sentence with so many conjunctions despite life’s complicating junctions I hope you never get lost.

I have a feeling you may be lost trailing my train of unstable chaotic thoughts, still I have nothing saner to put down. So if I put this on Facebook does this make me vulnerable? No. does this make me venerable? I don’t know. What this means is; I have to be more, more of theme I was built for. If I add three more words does the story change? I guess not.

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