Dear Thesprotians,

I won’t end my day without
saying thank you to y’all.
You’ve been with me through the journey.
From Day 1 - 100.
We literally did the marathon together.
I value the bond we share.
I cannot trade the support and care.
Amazing is a not-so-defining adjective
to celebrate you.
Thank you for walking me through the journey.
Cheers 🥂

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Day 99

Like yesterday,
it’s Day 99.
It’s not been rosy
like a six9.
It’s a mixed feeling
like a spilled spoilt sweet wine.

Words continually spilled
from my ink till nigh.
Rollercoaster it is,
sweat, drilled thoughts
in every single piece;
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

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You’re a free man,
an uncared bird.
The power of choice
is yours to wield.
The power to pick at will,
the choice to stick to what you know
or choose what you feel to know.
The power to roam freely,
eat what you want,
say what you wish
and so much more
but …
But what?

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Òrìsà b’ole gbèmí…

Do I need a helping hand?
Do I need a pitying gaze?
“Let me help you,”
they say with a calming sigh
It’s a plan to wound me,
a plan to make me cry.

I crave empathy,
not empty promises of aid.
I crave a listening ear,
not unpleasant change of gear.
I want solace in you,
not problem-like solution in twos.

So please,
if you cannot truly see,
the true extent of my pain,
the true strength of my chains,
let me be!
Spare me your pity!

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This is a story of a
blind weak deaf man
who rewrote his history,
following the path of the one
who was nailed, killed,
crowned in thorns
but raised in Glory.
It was simple.
Acknowledge me!
I have no eyes, be my eyes!
I have no strength, be my strength!
I have no ears, be my ears!

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Days of being empty…
Blessed with guts aching
with no empathy.
Craving a meal made by you
to fill my emptiness
caused by the absence of you.

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The tallest in the
midst of dwarves
has definitely not visited
the castle of giants.

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The light needs
darkness to shine,
Darling, I need you
to be mine.

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Would you want to go round the world
with your soulmate by your side to cheer you on?
Highest speed on the highway
Blasting music from the loins of the speakers
Singing aloud like it’s the end of the world
Staring into each other’s eyes not minding who takes the car wheel
Till the car hits a speed breaker
Tumbles thrice in the air
No survivor but last words were:
“What a sweet way to die by the side of my lover”

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Thoughts are valid.
As a man thinketh in his heart…

A product of our thoughts, we are.
A suspect to our choices,
A proof of our repeated echoed voices,
That’s the image of our present self.
What you think, you become.
It’s not cliché but a truth
to our unavoidable self.

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