I MOVED

 

(Dream In Motion)

Show me your catastrophic errors

Your dramatic failures

Your hopeless prayers

And your concealed emotions

Yeah, show me everything and let me tell you my story

Show me your cursed desert and I will tell you my own forbidden omen of dark stories

 

“Nana, don’t go”

Yet I did not pay heed

Because I felt there was a need

And so I left and wandered on the streets of my city of hope

With no place of abode

My evening companions were the gallant mosquitoes

When my only choice was to sleep in weakling kiosks, my ghettoes

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Started with bread selling

But it wasn’t enough to keep me excelling 

So I got links and started construction work

First on site but last to leave (I aint no hulk though)

My body was not used to it 

Fainting became daily harvest on site (I admit)

Used 90% of proceeds on drugs

In order to stay fit

 

Then it was factory work

All looked good till I was framed for robbery

Innocent me, now entangled in this forgery

I took solace in Mom’s prayers

It was the only thing that kept me moving,

When I felt all of me in bruised tiny layers

Oh yes, I didn’t return to her but intermittently I kept calling

I survived the falsified stories of robbery 

But I left the factory

 

Months of no work

Man looked like I was cursed

Then I landed back to construction work

I dedicated 2 years of myself to this

And my sweats were paying of

Because I was able to accumulate money and bought forms to college

Had admission notice to college

Then I called Mom to break the news

And I called Mom to break the news

And I continued to call Mom to break the news

But Mom………..Mom, oh Mom – (sobs)

She was gone

She left the day I received admission notice

Now I am officially a registered loner in this world

 

I returned home not succeeded

I went back on my own words

I had to forfeit college because no one helped me to bury old lady

So I became broke.

 

I moved on – the only thing that I could do

I returned to my city of hope

And landed in my construction abode

Another 2 years of complete dedication 

Saw me in my dream

Because I landed in tertiary at last(sighs)

 

On my first day, 

I stood at the entrance and wept 

Then I went into the future ahead

I thought of who will attend my graduation should I succeed

There, I remembered my departed nuclear family

I cried the more and no one understood me.

 

Maybe if I had returned

Or kept visiting

Mom wouldn’t have died 

Maybe, just maybe - she would still be living

I found comfort in the words that came to mind – “And when the dust finally settles,

And everything had turned brownish-grey

And we could draw signatures on virtually anything,

That is when we would realize what we had caused;

When we allowed our emotions to cloud  our judgement instead of being objective”

 

I wiped my tears

The dream must continue unabated

Even in tears,

We stop to sneeze

So I moved.

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By: Isaac Cobbinah

Songs of Hope

- Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿 

Melodies of the Heart