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Expectations (#E Write📝it)

Walking through shadows that cast
frightful images of the past.
Stories hidden in this cave.
Memories and experiences lie in the grave;
more appropriately, this tomb
of souls lost and gone.
I walk through the sand.
I wave my hand
in an attempt to clear the webs
in my path.
I seek gold. My old man told me of a treasure
that lies in this deserted tomb enclosed by the mountains.
My archaeology can’t fail me.
My expectation should come into reality.
I know what I want to see.
Dig, dig, dig.
My mattock hits something hard.
I smile. I dig with eager fingers.
Joy lingers.
I pull out a chest.
I open it to see the fruit of my quest.
Is it gold? Is it diamond?
It should be the end of my quest.
Well, is it?
It’s a kente cloth. About 6 yards.
Beneath it is a pair of traditional sandals.
Joy dims.
I shut the chest.
I turn away. I will probably end my quest.

Thierry-Century

Gossips (#G Write 📝 it)

(The Gossip’s side of the story)

I saw them. They walked so close to eachother.
Well it made me wonder
if it was right for him to have a girlfriend.
Of course, that is the new trend.
Sigh, sigh again.
Youth of nowadays.
“Flee from fornication”, the good old book says
but there he was taking a stroll with his girl.
I heard she’s called Pearl.
They didn’t hold hands but they kept looking at eachother.
Yes. She held an ice cream; he probably bought it for her.
Not that I should care
but I couldn’t keep it to myself.
He’s my son too so I had to tell
although I have a lot of issues on my shelf.
Yes, I decided to let you know
that the son you are trying to grow
is chasing after useless love. That I know

(My defence)

Oh yes, I may have been walking with a lass
but please I can’t let this pass.
I have to say my side of the story.
She’s just my friend there’s no need to worry.
Well, we live in a society
where people judge immediately they see.
Did I kiss her? No.
Were we holding hands? I doubt so.
No.
But as long as I took a stroll with a friend of mine,
my reputation is on the line.
You saw me with a girl. Does that mean we are in love?
If my temper was hotter than grandma’s coal stove,
you’d say my reaction was impolite.
I acknowledge the fact that gossips are part of life.
Talk about me. I’ll appreciate the fact that I am the glee
of your latest story.
It’s not so bad to be the centre of a topic.
Maybe you are a fan.
But to make the truth known
it was just a friendly stroll

Thierry-Century

AGAPE (#A write 📝 it)

God is love
He is above
all creation. In Him we can have
all we need.
Indeed
He precedes
all beings.
Glory, Might, Honour,
Power:
It all belongs to Jehovah.

I write
and he inspired me.
Well, it’s right.
He made me.
I must make him known
because although
I’m a sinner, he loves me so-
so much.
Everyone should see
the love of God in me.

Thierry-Century