Author: Simone

Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!

Umoja

Umoja

I am Umoja
Tall and strong
will you take my hand
and danc my dance
all the day long?
I am steel
linked chaines
unbreakable
undefeated
because I stand unshakeable.

I cannot be fashioned
by human hands,
broken or molded,
for I am made
to outlast them all.
watch me collect each flower
breathe new life
and make their strive
happily
to colour their world
with beauty and goodness.

I am Umoja
and so are you.

Pretty Words

Pretty Words

Pretty words
are a dime a dozen
and they quckily lose their shine.
They bolster the ego
but offer nothing tangible
but misguided plastic shrines.
Pretty words
deceive the mind
trap you in a time
when you were in your prime
but no more.
Pretty words
fill an empty void
and makes you empty
when that decoy is destroyed
by reality.
Pretty words
are just pretty
now
they linger for a while
then blow away with time.

Sh*t Don’t Go Away…

“Yes! I had finally gotten rid of it. It would no longer rule my life. Maybe I can take a break from being so vigilant and do the things I’ve always wanted to do.”

I made the mistake to think I could use a bandaid to cover a gash. I had done what I set out to do really I had fixed the problem, permanently.

But that was not the case, because some problems are bigger than we are and we have to seek help. But I, I had solved my own problems and now things would be smooth from this point forward. So without knowing that my nemesis was lurking, I started to pat myself on the shoulder, maybe I got a little cocky and started doing something that got me in trouble in the first place. But never mind, those things can be handled or at least I know I can handle those things.

So naturally, I went ahead and did whatever I felt like doing, even if it wasn’t right for me. After all, I knew when to pull back and get myself in line. But, I did not. Better yet I could not pull, not after I started and certainly not when I wanted to stop. But I was still sure I would never get back from where I was coming from.

However, I underestimated its tenacity and willingness to wait, a trait I have yet to fully master. So it waited for its chance while acting like a fool, doing everything but being vigilant. As I became confused by my desire and neglect it slowly crept back to the top. It crept back on top of me, overwhelmed me and locked me under its spell of pain and dread. Now, I am playing catch up and I can’t allow it to get too ahead of me, all is not lost yet. I have to take some drastic steps to crawl out of the dark hole it flung me in, dust off myself, build up my strength and attack it this time at its roots. I have no other choice left…

“Success has nothing to do with Potential”

I heard those words above and it stopped me in my track. It had me thinking. Wait a minute, “success has nothing to do with potential” I repeated this and then I had to agree. But before I agreed I had to recalibrate my thinking quick and in that moment I realised that along the way of life, without giving it a thought I realised I equated having potential with eventually being successful.

Maybe I was slow or a little bit too optimistic or even foolish to think like this, but there you are. However, I thought about it some more, then, I remembered someone I knew who had so much potential. He had so much of it that it was oozing out of him everywhere until that potential choked him or he choked it. But either he never moved beyond having that potential and after a while, no one could see it because he had lost it from ill-use and no use. When that happened everyone who initially cheered him and wished him well and waited for that potential to manifest set aside their banners, silenced their cheers and just disappeared. And could we blame them after all? What is the use of having a constant parade for someone who has nothing to celebrate – just the possibility? And who can take a possibility to the bank or leave it as a legacy? What was even worse was that over time having lost hold of that potential he was relegated to outer darkness, lost, to himself and everyone else.

So, it is true, potential does not equal success to have it mean something you have to do something and then do something and again do something. You have to water and nurture that potential at any and all times, in the face of any and everything. Don’t just have potential, make it work for you.