In this life, everything crumbles as nothing is permanent. A friend of mine engaged me on the phone for almost two hours recently. He spoke about how he lost his marriage of ten years to a strange man.
When their marriage started, the guy was just beginning to be a man. He had nothing except for his small office where he sold household items. Gracefully, the wife endured those times with him. They are happy together.
Over the years, that family has grown and my friend's business is greater than what it was. He has several branches across the states.
However, the wife left. What would have transpired? Isn't she supposed to enjoy the moment with her husband and family? Nah! She eloped with a struggling guy. This life is indeed not balanced.
My dear friend has been carrying on with his life. He has mentored their children alone. He is a survivor.
That's you want to be,
Crying off one eye,
Apply the other to climate,
I signed the paper date,
But my partner is gone,
In another man's guide,
No guarantor till date,
Whom my life dangle,
It was you I wanted,
Grow old with,
Look you in the face,
And sleep with confidence,
Should be glad you left?
A wiser me,
Who thought won't grow,
A stronger me,
One you had to be weak,
Smarter I am from hopelessness,
Richer in thoughts though,
My wealth will come,
With my new skills,
People sort after me,
And I wouldn't be broke anymore,
Could I be happier from that sadness?
I never thought I would,
Now that I am,
Let me say to you,
Salaam!
You may get there before me,
Remember that you are the one,
Who made this journey,
Longer than it ought,
You are the one yet,
My heart cherished,
Make no mistakes,
Right behind you,
I am waiting,
Taking care of the weeds,
Causing us to be malnourished.
To friends who only mock,
Sharing my life with wolves,
Appearing like angels of light,
Teeth sharp like a razor,
Tongue that burns like a furnace,
Talking like I have no blood,
Running in my veins like other folks,
I have been so crazy,
All for a woman,
Always shouting,
With a taste of wrath,
No violence is big enough,
To scare a gentle soul.
Here on my shoulder,
Rest here,
In my bosom,
Where my eyes can see,
And my heart cuddles,
Minding your business
I care about you a lot,
Long ago,
You had my heart,
But in all,
My life has become as private venture,
Mockers lost a business,
That's how we survived their venom.