I dare you

Dare to be more than a creation

Be a creator

Dare to be more than a pen

Be the ink

Dare to be more than a car

Be the wheel

Dare to be more than clay

Be a potter

Dare to be more than a father

Be a good dad

Dare to be more than a mother

Be the best mum

Dare to be more than a receiver

Be a giver

Dare to be more than a just a Christian

Be a righteous Christian

So what’s that thing in your mind

That you want to do or become?

But you can’t cause you’re too scared to try

I dare you to take a step

I dare you to go an extra mile

Cause the journey of a thousand miles

Starts with a step

So I dare you to be more than you

Are right now

Be the best you can be

I dare you!!!

You Scarred Me

I was young

Young at heart

I was in my formative years

Times when I was discovering myself

Like the time of organogenesis to a foetus

So were those times to me

As thalidomide is to the foetus

So was exam malpractice to me.

 
Oh! How I thought I was loved

Little did I know I was robbed

Robbed of my self esteem

Robbed of my confidence

Like the struggle of a caterpillar before it blossoms to be the butterfly

So was the struggle essential to my glory

As interference with the struggle is lethal to the caterpillar

So was interference destructive to me.

 
I could have fought it, but I didn’t know better

Would have said “no thanks” to the outstretched arm intending to help

I was carried across the fence, eventually, what a relief

Only to see I was ill prepared to climb the mountain confronting me

I searched within

Alas, I had no tools nor skill in mountain climbing

 

Why?

Why did I let them carry me across the fence?

Would have insisted I be taught how to climb it.

 
Dear father

Sweet mother

I appreciate all the fish you’ve given me

I wish you also taught me to catch fish

You wish you’d always be there to give me fish

Life has taught me its a mere fantasy

Teach me to catch fish, teach me the process

Allow me to fall

For in falling I learn to walk

Let me pass through the process

Let me stutter

For in stuttering I learn to talk

Let me pass through the process

Don’t be ashamed when my clothes have oil stains

For in that I learn to handle the spoon

Let me pass through the process.

 
Dear school principal

Most honourable teacher

Refuse to be persuaded when my parents coax you with envelops to promote when I fail

You play a pivotal role in this nation, what becomes of it is your responsibility

For we all pass through you, go on and shape the future you want

Be consumed with the quality of your product

 
Exam malpractice is a silent thief.

It steals the future

It robs one of confidence

It robs one of self esteem

Stop exam malpractice today.
#giveusourfutureback

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