Rainy day somewhere in Nigeria
The bond of friendship that united our cause over the years degraded, yes it diverted from wide open roads to narrow meandering paths, so tight a lane I could barely walk free.
The freedom of the friendship broke apart,truth became lies and joy turned to malice, they became pot holes which I tried to jump over on the way forward, exhausting it was ( in yoda’s voice) . To Embroil it all became distance, oh distance you slidering piece of work, it made the walk to destination ‘happiness’ seem like light years away, it made it seem like a mirage, near but yet far away from thee,
I couldn’t thread forward on this journey no more, I didn’t see no graffiti on the walls dipicting love and other virtues, rather I laid my eyes on the Peregrine of virtues, fiends you can call then and that’s putting it mildly. The gravitas of the situation at this point was at its zenith,even memories of good times couldn’t lure my will to continue,
is this the end I pondered, then again
what if it wasn’t meant to be?
I tried didn’t I?
I succeeded at my path, i will thread on another to find people who share joy and radiate brighter light, people who even in difficult journeys will clear the path and assist a friend in need.