She had
been unhappy for quite a while and had been putting down her thoughts in a
diary she’s had for years.
One day,
she left her diary on the dining table and went to the porch. My curious mind
couldn’t resist the temptation to know what she had been scribbling.
I checked
her latest entry, the one she made on the 1st of the 10th month being her
birthday. It read:
Mirror
mirror on the wall,
I’ve got
to be the fairest of them all.
Cause,
with every stride I get the second gaze,
Sometimes
I think I’m just the latest fashion craze,
With my
‘Y’ shaped necklace of twisted river beads,
I’m not
surprised my saunter always turns several heads.
The guys
kept promising I’ll no more be in need,
It turns
out all they were after was just to fill their greed.
Another
year has turned and as l look to my clock,
I know
the time has come that I need more than just good luck.
It’s been
a while since I walked away from nannies,
All those
who wanted me just for my goodies.
Now I see
my younger ones do far more than I do,
I watch
in dismay because I know I’m capable too.
I know
success is not how I measure with their deeds,
It’s how
much I’ve done against how much I could have achieved.
I sense
greatness in me the world is yet to see,
But how
can all this be if I don’t even know me?
I’m not
the weeping lady with just a jar of oil,
Because
on the surface and beneath, I’ve got such great spoil.
The
masters didn’t see it and it’s sad to say,
Some of
the keepers also misused it and that’s why I’m like this today.
My
neighbors get to see and use the sun all through the day,
Sometimes
I have to do this my own unique way.
But like
a brand new product, I feel life anew,
I’m the
brand to rebrand; to rebrand me, rebrand you.
They call
me many names but that’s okay,
I remain
just who I am no matter what they say.
They
label me because they think I’m just another nigger,
But I’m
the mother can’t you see, turn the map, I’m the trigger.
See, I
know just what they say about a fool at forty,
Of course
I should know since I’m ten from sixty.
Please
don’t join these folks in this name calling game,
Because
every name I bear, you surely bear the same.
Won’t you
please arise, o noble compatriot?
It’s me
your nation calling, I’ll be glad if you’ll obey
Great
lofty heights await, there’s greatness in what I see
Won’t you
to be the good you, so I can be the great me?
This is
my Jubilee cry, I’m out of all known wrongs
Blow the
horn, sound the alarm, ‘cause I’m out of the storm
I believe
in me, do you believe in me?
‘cause in
reality you are the me they see.
I can’t
be me if you won’t be you
So please
arise and shine ‘cause everything depends on you.
I closed
the diary and Granny walked in, holding a newspaper in her hand that described
her birthday party. She looked with heavy eyes at me and said “did you know
that the pilot hears two sonic booms as he breaks the sound barrier and enters
into a realm of peace?” I was still pondering the relevance and significance of
this question when she said “you read my diary didn’t you?” I answered with
another question “who were you talking to”. She reached for her seat and said
“go look in the mirror on the wall”.
- 'Bayor.
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