Life in Motion

The bustling movement of people, the lonely and still sitting on the long trail of the roads. The àdúrà ìrìnàjò ayọ̀ echoes through the buses, the gallops, the bumps. The wishing that the driver does not sleep, even if all of us decide to go asleep.

And then, it's life. Daily movements have to be made because, according to science, if there's no movement, there's no life.

Without the drills of the passion of hope, of dreams for a future, maybe today could as well be wished to stay longer than today.

But as far as there would be the tick of the clock, as far as the earth revolves, we know that the day cannot stay the same.

And so, despite the bustling movement of people, the prayers for journey mercies, there is only one prayer I have for you, and that is that your journey is merciful, that your bustling movement does not end under the harsh weight of metals.

That as you go and as you come, Olodumare guide your step. Olodumare, the one who made you & directs you to where he has wants you to be. And when the bumps and gallops happen, that you believe and remember that you're not alone.

You're never meant to be alone because, in the nucleus of your being, is family, and that depends on your definition: where you call home, where you've discovered as home, who you've chosen to be your home.

'Kore Akarakiri

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 Poet's Bio:

He is the editor-in-chief of Arkore Blog. Passionate about writing, photography, and leadership, he is an Art Man.