FUMBLING FORWARD
Break down. We do all but break down. Just suffered a gory -sorry–hurry- surreal break-up but do we breakdown? Hopes are high up, but dashed in split seconds. Trust betrayed, even the best man shows us his worst instinct. Promise made and failed. We try to show our courage but a strolling stream of cold water in a moment puts out the heat of fire on our young growing fire of valor, hence, the last form of our courage in a flung flying flint of fire is put to senile-rest- discouragement! What do we do? Breakdown!
Give up. That’s what we are left to do, when in our entire life endeavor all we get as a feedback is failure, hope lost. Chances missed. Opportunities squandered. Faith-fainting and fading away. Strength becomes frail. Family disserted. Honor re-bounds, hence, integrity lost. Heroes turn villains and villains –heroes. We run out of options and resign to despair! In all life seems to hold nothing but an appointment with death.
Stalled to a halt. Saddled with a feeling of gloom and total letdown- Stagnant without any sense of life and hope of living. It’s a bEND not an END. We are forced to stumble, fumble and grumble but down we do not stay. Struggling for the next gaps of breath and holding on to the last thread of the already shredded string of the rope of our hope. Holding out for the next second after the last one we just struggled past. One more push with the last string of swinging optimism.
Fumble. Scuffle at every point but we cant alaways grumble. Stumbling and struggling, we reach out into our depth and reach out for another ditch. We crawl and sprawl but do not quit. We fumble but we fumble forward. Anywhere but not backwards, Anyhow but not stagnant. Trying we must not fail to do. The failure is not because we fumble and don’t have many options going forward but that we fumble and stopped hence failed to try to move forward.
We fumble, but forward we must go. Like King David, Rise up, wash your face, eat , brace up, make up for lost grounds and move forward. Fumble but fumble forward. The pace is slow but forward we move. The gap is far too long but with steady, gentle strides we make up grounds. We fumble but FORWARD!
Seth Ogungbemi 2011
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Give up. That’s what we are left to do, when in our entire life endeavor all we get as a feedback is failure, hope lost. Chances missed. Opportunities squandered. Faith-fainting and fading away. Strength becomes frail. Family disserted. Honor re-bounds, hence, integrity lost. Heroes turn villains and villains –heroes. We run out of options and resign to despair! In all life seems to hold nothing but an appointment with death.
Stalled to a halt. Saddled with a feeling of gloom and total letdown- Stagnant without any sense of life and hope of living. It’s a bEND not an END. We are forced to stumble, fumble and grumble but down we do not stay. Struggling for the next gaps of breath and holding on to the last thread of the already shredded string of the rope of our hope. Holding out for the next second after the last one we just struggled past. One more push with the last string of swinging optimism.
Fumble. Scuffle at every point but we cant alaways grumble. Stumbling and struggling, we reach out into our depth and reach out for another ditch. We crawl and sprawl but do not quit. We fumble but we fumble forward. Anywhere but not backwards, Anyhow but not stagnant. Trying we must not fail to do. The failure is not because we fumble and don’t have many options going forward but that we fumble and stopped hence failed to try to move forward.
We fumble, but forward we must go. Like King David, Rise up, wash your face, eat , brace up, make up for lost grounds and move forward. Fumble but fumble forward. The pace is slow but forward we move. The gap is far too long but with steady, gentle strides we make up grounds. We fumble but FORWARD!
Seth Ogungbemi 2011
©sethorunzi
all rights reserved by Seth Ogungbemi
DOPE DOPE DOPE SETH I must say!...I honestly feel this one to the depth of my heart. Great Tonic for courage not to despair!...I loved it!
ReplyDeleteIs it the Tittle, the Theme, the diction, the selected descriptive adjectives,...?....what about the style, the plot and the gradual morphological metamorphosis to a definite climax?...I had already wholeheartedly absorbed the message before I got to the last word Seth.
Yes I believe you coz now I know...that..."Sometimes life can knock us down...but we can definitely chose whether or not to get back up"...
What a gr8 piece Bard...thanks 4 sharing..God Bless!
Thank you man! just going through the comment again and could see through it, hence my gratitude...
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