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MARCHING FEET

I never said I was better than you

Stop the scene, I want no argy-bargy

Have I said you are not well-intentioned? Nay.

Do not identical twins have their differences?

To this, what do you say?

I have known kids to have dreams, that I attempted

All conscious steps to climb dint know even challenges

Instead

My story was an oak that fell into a heap of ashes after fire consumption

What is more?

My friends have soared high, favour has not kidnapped me.

No one calls me a failure no more, they must think its iteration a broken record

I live without pride; my eyes know drought so I cannot cry

I want a pact, dear corpus

You have long accommodated my habitual misfortune

Let me relieve you tonight

Oh! Let me let you change your routine

Failure’s grip on me de-robed every nail biting experience

Please understand

I crave not for a kerfuffle or a legion objectives

Holding the dearth of spongy hairs affixed my jaw, I have now

appreciated the wits from my pillow.

My mistake is my persistence in abyss, my persistence is my foe

I have remained in a strange land for too long

A bag lady they now call me for walking so forlorn

But no more!

I have learned.

I will start my journey afresh

Yeah! From the top; the rat race life is not worth living.

Tonight I will not writhe around in agony

Indeed the destination is a mile but that won’t kill my spirit.

Dear corpus, understand, I plea.

Now I must gather my feeble knees to start my exodus.

OKOCHA OBED

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Author:

My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my ink—I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.

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