ITAN

I took a walk outside the gates of my school tonight. It was refreshing. I knew what my soul craved but I gave it a substitute _lights illuminating darkness. I breathed the ambience and the calm.  I experienced peace from coloured lights shining brightly on the streets. The soothing savour of the air, high-low hoot and hum of cars, dry harmattan air... I enjoyed it all. I had a destination but I didn't get there. I could've but I didn't. Why? I didn't want to go alone. This is a place I haven't gone to for almost two years even though I longed to be there. Why? I've been waiting, trying to fix my time with others and others with mine so I wouldn't have to be there alone. These ‘others’ have left me behind to be there but here I am still maintaining that I don't want to be there alone. From the eyes of others, I'd scoff and mock myself with the full knowledge of how unreasonable _and foolish my decision is. I might have to stop waiting and...

I usually don't start my poems or spoken words piece with a note or any form of introduction.  With this, I'll make an exception. In every form of the word ‘exception’, this is different from others.  This carries a treasure, one I hope you find. It is RAW and REVEALING. UNHIDDEN and FEELING. I won't be hiding behind masks or pronouns, twisted expressions and distant metaphors. No! I am standing BARE as a newborn about to reach into a not so pretty part of me, unashamedly. Actuely aware of my FLAWS  and HOPEFUL. Hopeful that the the one who is meant to be blessed by this would get it. That these words would reach who it is meant for. Here's to the beginning of, THE SPECTATOR. In His Grace, Itan.

Here I am, again ,  bearing my soul to you. Thank God 2021 is over. Whew! A lot happened.  “It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.” Lamentations 3:22 It's the beginning of a New Year '22. To some, it's just another cycle of three hundred and sixty five days _or six (lol) if it's a leap year. Some see it as a recount of days with no difference in nothing but numbers and scores, not really putting any special significance on January till December and on and on. You know the drill. This doesn't mean they are ungrateful but instead they take life as it goes. Theirs include: Letting go of the past at the end of each twenty-four hours, thirty or thirty one days depending on the count they make because irrespective of what we think, we are always counting.  Taking cognisance of each significant _and insignificant events not putting a special value on another night into a ne...