Rayo _scribbles

_ SON! _   _ This is that time..... _ I am the first son, with alot of responsibilities. My shoulder bones are getting cracked due to the weight I foresee. The future scares the hell out of me!  I feel incarcerated. * How am I gon carry these burdens * ?  Mother said; SON, the time is near. But, I'm not a donkey?  Should I flee? Oh,  neither am I a monkey!  I wish I were lucky!  I wasn't born with, in my mouth a silver spoon. I wasn't adorned with, on my body, priceless jewels. Who am I?  I am just a SON, birthed in a slum and burdened with responsibilities. The day has come, to dip my feet on the earth, with all might and will, to either search for green pastures or water my own dry land. In the end, the burden is all I want to lighten. She said; SON, THIS IS THAT TIME. I smiled, yes mother... It is...... 🙂              ©ZAINAB MOTUNRAYO KAREEM                 ...

The moon glared. Stars fluttered. Lips smiled. Love happened. The differences were so obvious. But we thought we could focus, On the path of love, We chose to thread. Flames of love over burnt. Wrecked havoc and costs. Ego was what we couldn't curb. Toxicity was what we called fun! I felt inferior and weak. I looked pale and bleak. I tried to be meek. But your requirements ; my nature couldn't just meet! Toxic! Poison! Toxic! Poison! He used to say to me; Labake, for you, a thousand I could kill. I always told him; TOXICITY IS ALL I FEEL. I once said to him; WHAT IF WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE? Admonition was a constant call. I talked till oceans dried up! My heart bled. My soul, almost gone! Do not speak to me like I were your slave! Do not touch me like I was sold to you for a penny! Ofcourse, I can't forget the walks we had. Under the dark night with glittering stars. The moon glaring at lovers. Our favorite spot, I still site. Where we...

There, in the slum, I sat. Surrounded by old, half demolished and ugly looking buildings. The stench disrupts my respiratory tract. All forms of pollution exists there. Healthy?  I'm far from that! I see young and promising minds. Playing and smiling all through the day. I see the parents... Responsibilities written all over them. Stress is part of them already. Menial jobs they do just to survive and help their kids too. I see the youths... Trapped in this 'forsaken' place!  Dreams are fading.  The environment is diminishing their potential... There, I sat. Observing all and sundry. Seeing through everyone that passes by... Their pains, hurdles, struggle...... There, I sat... Wondering if they can ever get out of this bondage? There, I sat... Crying silently for the young minds, youths with potential and parents with responsibilities........ E GO BETTER......              ©ZAINAB MOTUNRAYO KAREEM       ...