EXP #1

EXP #1.24

Ding Dong!

I looked up from the table I was currently dusting at the clock. It was Monday morning and the Slave Master had left for work over an hour ago. Maybe he had left something behind and sent Henshaw back for it, I thought to myself as I made towards the door. 

Ding dong! 

The bell rang again. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming” I yelled as I made past the dinning room into the mini parlour and threw open the door. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked without thinking.

Bruno cleared his throat and used his eyes to signal me. I blinked and looked up to see one of the Slave Master’s many body guards behind him. 

“What are you guys doing here? I thought no one comes in till the Sla–Damiloju is back?” I did a double-take, and directed my question to the bodyguard. 

“Good morning, I’m from ON&T, I’m here to install the internet” Bruno said, acting as if we were strangers. 

“The Boss said that someone was coming from the Tech Company to install the Wi-Fi today” the Bodyguard affirmed. 

“Well, he never told me anything” I replied, then eyed Bruno “I’ll call him and tell him, just go do what you have to do” 

At that point, I opened the door to let them in “Where will the Wi-Fi be installed?”

“The Boss said to set it up in his office” the Bodyguard replied and ushered Bruno upstairs.

I was pretty confused. How did Bruno get here? Why was Bruno here? I was 100% sure it wasn’t just for the Wi-Fi installation, maybe that was why he called for the Slave Master’s name over the weekend. 

I sighed having no answer to these questions as I was about to carry on with what I’d previously been doing, I heard my phone beep and went over to pick it up. 

Text Message from Bruno:

Yo, help me get this guy away from here for like 5 mins please. It’s important. 

I reread the message in bewilderment. What exactly was Bruno up to? The Slave Master was not one to be trifled with, but Bruno wanted time alone in a room that I’d been forbidden from entering from Day One, what exactly was the Slave Master so secretive about that was in that room? 

I sighed and began thinking of a good excuse to get the Bodyguard out. If he was anything like Henshaw he wouldn’t be easily tricked. 

After thinking for a while I came up with a plan. A took a deep breath and sighed  right after what I let out a ear piercing scream. Then I sprawled myself on the ground and began gasping. The Bodyguard arrived in a matter of seconds and I continued my act, pretending to gasp for breath as I lay on the floor. 

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” he asked alarmed at my present condition. 

“In-ha-ler” I forced the words out as I continued my fake asthma attack.

“In-ha-ler. My-room” I tried again and pointed up the stairs to where my room was located. 

“Inhaler?” he asked his palms shaking as he held me in my pitiful state. I nodded. 

“Are you asthmatic?” He asked. 

I nodded frantically, pointing at the stairs again. I needed him to leave soon or else I’d actually trigger a real attack.

“Room-draw-er” I barely coughed out. This thing was getting real “Hurry” I squeaked as the Bodyguard raced up to my room, to search for my inhaler. I tried to stabilise my breathing at that point, but I was too far gone. I’d just triggered a real asthma attack. 

When I was first diagnosed, the doctors had told me panic and anxiety were normal symptoms of asthma and if I was ever to experience an attack without my inhaler I should try my best to calm myself down. I tried one of the calming exercises I’d been taught, I was too nervous to execute it properly, my breathing was becoming more difficult by the second and my chest hurt terribly all of a sudden. Why did I have to fake an attack, I thought to myself as I held myself up on my knees, I was to weak to stand so I crawled up to the foot of the stairs wheezing louder as I dragged myself. I was going to kill myself, I just lay still and tried once again to calm myself. 
Where was that Bodyguard?! 

My vision began to blur and black dots spotted my vision, a sure sign my oxygen was very low and I was going to pass out in a–

I felt a firm hand press something between my lips. 

One puff. 

Two puffs. 

By the third puff, my airways had cleared and I pushed the inhaler away as I the embraced fresh oxygen flowing into my lungs, I blinked my eyes open to see Bruno.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

If he was here, that meant he had not been doing whatever he was meant to be doing while I had my attack. I had just tried to kill myself in vain! 

“I found your inhaler” he said with a small smile. 

I sat up and saw the Bodyguard on the step behind where I lay. 

“Just go” I said to Bruno as I forced myself on my feet and wobbled back to the living room. 

What a waste.

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<<EXP #1.23

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XL

Once upon a time, in a place I cannot name and a time I can not reveal. There was a man, his name was XL. 

XL’s mother had died giving birth to him and his father had been his only guardian, he grew up a very lonely child, by the time he was 6 years old his father married again. Her name was Eleanor; Eleanor was unable to have any children due to a genetic diesease, XL was an answer to her prayers, he was the son she would never have been able to have. 

Slowly but surely, XL and his new mother formed a strong bond. His father was barely around always going around the world on business trips, it was just XL and his mom. Eleanor trained and taught her son, teaching him manners, taking him to church, counseling him and all.

Unfortunately, disaster struck soon and at age 15 XL lost his second mother. He had been very reserved, very stubborn and difficult in his childhood, but his mother’s death made him shut himself from the world. He only ever communicated with his childhood friends freely, others could barely get a word from his mouth.

XL’s father decided to send him to military school a year later when he started acting up, his step-grandmother who had accepted to be his guardian could barely keep him in check. From military school XL went on to enlist in the army in a bid to run away from his lonely and empty life back at home, he was also searching for something, he didn’t know what, he initially thought he was searching for death and the adrenaline that comes with action on the battle front, he soon came to realise that was not what he had been searching for. 3 years I to his military career he was advised to withdraw, although XL was a good soldier and an excellent marksman, he was driven to near insanity, insomnia and suffered heavily from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). 

He was in a military rehabilitation centre for 10 months before he was let out into the civilian world again and in those 10 months his step-grandmother, Mrs Helen had come to see him every week. At first, he was unaccomodating of the old woman, but he soon came to love her. Mrs Helen listened to him talk about his military career and immediately knew what exactly XL had been searching for when he entered military service. 

“XL, it’s not love or fulfillment or adrenaline or any of that, that you were searching for when you joined the military” Mrs Helen told her step-grandson, a couple of years later as she lay on her death bed “You were searching for what every human soul searches for in this life and it can only be found in one place. There is only one person who can give you the rest that your soul most desperately desires and his name is Jesus.”

XL shook his head in tears as he held the hand of this old lady that he had come to love over the past years “God? Nah, he gave up on me a long time ago”

“No XL, he never did, he’s been waiting for you for so long, he’s crazy in love with you, he’s desperate for you, he has your name engraved in the palm of his hand, his angels are ready to throw a huge coming home party just for you in heaven if you surrender yourself to him” Mrs Helen said. 

XL shook his head yet again “Even if all that is true, it’s too late for me”

Mrs Helen squeezed XL’s head “It’s never too late for anyone who’s willing to give God a chance, the only time it’ll ever be too late for you is when you die without him, it’s not too late XL”

“You don’t get me, Grandma” XL said “Do you know the things I’ve done? The people I’ve killed? All the things I’ve entangled myself in over the years? I can’t even begin to tell you the half of things I did even before I joined the military. It’s too late for me Grandma, I’m too far gone, don’t you get it? I’m in too deep. There’s no hope for a person like me”

“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord” Mrs Helen began “though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”

“What?” XL asked? 

“If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land” Mrs Helen continued.

“You think you are too far gone, but God has promised that no matter how filthy you are inside, no matter what awful things you may have done, if you are willing and obedient, he will cleanse you by himself. If your sins are as scarlet, they shall be made like snow, even though they are red as crimson, they shall be made like wool. XL, God’s hands are not shortened to save, don’t undermine his power; his ears are not heavy not to hear you when you call out to him. Sweetheart, give God a chance. Just give him a chance and obey him and he’ll change your life completely.

“Promise me”

“Huh?” XL looked up at his Grandma 

“Promise me you’ll give Jesus a chance. XL I need you to promise me that for the next 1 year at least, you will give Jesus a chance, talk to him, he listens to you; read the Bible start from the 4 Gospels hear what Jesus has to say and you’ll see that you aren’t too far gone. You’re right where he needs you to be”

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Isaiah 59:1 KJV

Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.

Talk to God, he’s listening. 

Lovely thoughts for lovely people. 

👑 Àyànfé (the King’s Beloved)

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EXP #1.23

I ran out after the Slave Master, I was thoroughly confused. What just happened in there? 

The way he’d suddenly registered Vwaire’s presence and turned around, what was that about? 

I heard a car horn and looked up, Henshaw was looking at me through the passenger side window. 

“Get in” he said in a voice that left no room for argument. 

I immediately obliged and got out my phone to text Vwaire of my departure. 

“What was that about?” I asked looking up from my phone once my message was sent.

The Slave Master had his arm leaned against the door of the car and he sat deep in thought. 

“Answer me” I yelled startling him. 

“What was that about?” I asked again. 

He faced me with a hard stare “I have no idea what you are talking about”

“What? We both know what I’m talking about, don’t even play dumb here!”

The Slave Master didn’t waver in his gaze and stared at me long and hard. I stared back, not breaking eye contact. Then he turned away from me to look out the window. 

I groaned knowing that I’d hit a brick wall with him again. This man was just impenetrable and impossible and… I could think of a gazillion other adjectives to describe him, but there was no point. 

As soon as we got to the house I stormed out of the car right up to my room and worked on calming myself down.

I looked up as my phone started ringing from my purse on my bed where I’d discarded it. I rushed to get it “Hello” 

“Brino” Bruno said

“Yeah it’s me, what’s up?”

“I’m fine. What’s the name of your Slave Master?”

“Why do you need it?”

“Brino answer me”

“Damiloju erm… er… I can’t remember his surname”

“Think Brino, think”

“Erm… Why is this even important!” I finally said after I came up short. 

“I need it for something” Bruno said cryptically. 

“Erm, it’s a compound name, um… I know his father is into oil sha and his name is Damola or so” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll find it out. Thanks for your help” he said

“So will you actually tell me what this is about?” I asked. 

“Not yet” he replied. “I’ll get back to you later. Don’t worry”

“Alright” I sighed as he hung up. 

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So that they will not say that I didn’t post. I’m bored this night, I’m sorry. 

<<EXP #1.22

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MY UPSIDE-DOWN JONAH STORY

“Today was a mess!” Deremi told her sister as she dumped her bag on her bed, kicked her shoes off and shimmied out of her jumpsuit into her night gown. 

“Tell me about it” Deola, said looking up from what she was typing on her laptop. 

“I went to register for my external exams today o! And what would take about 30-45 minutes on a good day, an hour max, took me 3 hours, the server kept on failing when we wanted to upload my online profile to the exam’s site. 

“After we finally finished battling with that one, I wanted to go and see my friends in the neighbourhood: Ebun, Vicky and Dolapo, and I didn’t really know my way around so I called Omoarukhe to ask if he would be so kind as to taking me there, he told me that he had just been discharged from the hospital but that he’d be with me in about 20 minutes. Time was going and my friends had been calling me all day that I should hurry so as not to miss them, I also didn’t want get caught in the evening rush hour. 20 minutes later Omo was no where in sight, I called his number but he didn’t pick the call, I was getting antsy so I decided to find my way to my friends’ place by myself.

“I met a nice lady who told me that she was going in the same direction and she was even willing to help me find my way. That’s how we started going and as I was about to call Omo to tell him I was already on my way so that he would meet me there, my phone died. I was confused and I didn’t know what to do, so I felt that if I got to my friends’ house on time, I’d charge my phone and call him and we’d still meet up and all. 

“So that’s how me and the lady got to the bus stop and there was no bus going in our direction. I don’t know how long we stood there for? Maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10 or even 15, I was worried about Omo since he had just been discharged and nothing was going according to plan, time was running. I didn’t even know what to do again, I was so confused because Omo might have gotten to our agreed meeting point and might have been looking for me, and the one that I did not see bus again was another wahala

“At some point I had to explain my condition to the lady and I told her thank you and ran back to where I was coming from to look for Omo. He was no where in sight, I had to go back to my exam registration centre and plug my phone there, I tried switching it on to no avail and I don’t know anybody’s number by heart.

“By the time my phone managed to come on about 20 minutes later, Omo was fuming, he had searched for me at our agreed meeting point and had headed over to my friends’ neighbourhood hoping to catch me along the way and he nearly had an health scare in the process. I was just begging him, over an hour had gone so he advised me to just get on my way home.

“The sad part is I was still caught up in the evening rush hour like never before. The traffic on the road these days is just awful. Anyhow, I was just begging all my friends as I was on my way home then my battery died again in the bus.” Deremi sighed “Today was just messed”

Adeola looked at her sister who was currently balanced at the edge of her bed.

“Did you pray before embarking on this your adventure?” she asked her younger sister. 

“Yes” Deremi nodded. 

“And what did God say?” Adeola asked. 

Deremi shrugged “I don’t know”

“You don’t know or you didn’t bother to find out? You had your day all planned out, so he could as well keep his opinion to Himself huh?” 

Deremi scratched her ear as her sister kept on 

“This your tale just reminds me of Jonah, the only difference is that God sent him somewhere and he didn’t go while God didn’t send you somewhere and you wanted to go. Analyse it, Jonah was to go to Nineveh and he boarded a boat headed elsewhere which faced a great tempest till he was cast overboard and was swallowed in the belly of a whale for 3 days and washed on the shore close to Nineveh. You on the other hand wanted to go somewhere and your exam registration dragged on for forever, instead of you to quit; you called someone to take you who wasn’t on time and your phone died, you got to the bus stop and you didn’t even get a bus going in your direction, you’d already left your friend hanging by then and what else?”

Remi sighed as her sister’s explanation made her reflect on her day once again. She really had to work on hearing the voice of God and obeying his every instruction, even when she felt it didn’t favour her. 

Psalm 119:133 KJV

Order my steps in thy word: and let not any iniquity have dominion over me.

Psalm 139:7-10 KJV

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? [8] If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there . [9] If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; [10] Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

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How was your day?

I had a very be-yoo-ti-ful day today, great emphasis on beautiful and I learnt a lot of stuff. 

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LIBERTY 

​Romans 8:5 KJV

For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit.

Someone asked what is my obsession with this scripture because I always go back to it over and again. 

Well, when I started learning to hear from God, this was the no #1 scripture he gave to me that I fully understood.

So it has already been established, you can’t follow God and follow the crowd. Number 2 is; you can’t do the things of God and continue to do the things of the world. Nope, it doesn’t work out that way. You can’t lead worship session in church and go back to sleep with your boyfriend, you can’t finish your Quiet Time only to go see an R-rated movie. You cannot do the things of God and still do the things of the flesh. It doesn’t work out. And I also learnt this the hard way. 

So at some point in my life I realised the works of literature I exposed myself to were not the best and the Holy Spirit made me to understand that I had to cut them off, but I was so sentimental and hung up over the beautiful world in my head, I couldn’t fully let go. I was stuck in limbo because I kept on going through all the storylines, the scenes, the characters and whatnot. 

It was a struggle, a very difficult one in fact and I had to talk to someone about it and she told me. 

“This life is made up of God and vanity. If it is not of God, then its vanity. And all these things that you are desperately hung up over that God wants you to let go off, they are not profitable. They don’t give life. Only Jesus gives life, all these things are death. You see it as a punishment that the Holy Spirit doesn’t want you to read all your fun novels and watch all your cool movies, but see, Christ gives liberty. God is not punishing you, but he’s liberating you from all these things that have power to enslave you.” 

After my friend explained this to me I went back to Romans 8:5 and I realised, I’m not of the flesh, I should not be hung up over things of the flesh because Christ has made me free and he has given me the power to do away with things that do not benefit. 

Galatians 5:1 KJV

Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.

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I just had to put the second scripture because the Bible is complete. 

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EXP #1.22

I took my seat at a table that already had a few people sitted and looked around nervously for the Slave Master. I took a sip of the drink that was set before me as I tried to blend in. 

“Hey I’m Jacqueline, I’ve not seen your face before. You’re new at Judisque-Allan?”

“Hmmn” I muttered with a slight nod through the glass cup between my lips “Kinda” I said as I set my cup down. 

“Okay, what’s your name?” Jacqueline asked. 

“Brino” I replied curtly. 

“So where do you work? HR? Because I barely know anyone in HR and I pretty much know everyone at Judisque-Allen”

“How is that? Are you a receptionist?” I asked. How could she know almost everybody in a whole company. 

“No I’m a secretary and I’ve worked for various people in various divisions” she replied. 

“Various divisions apart from HR, right?”

“Yes” she replied. 

“So where are you working now?” I asked, truly curious. 

“The Logistics Division” she replied. 

I nodded. 

“So where are you working?” Jacqueline asked. 

“Oh, me?” I replied self consciously “I’m a shareholder, not a staff”

Jacqueline nodded.

“Oh Brino!” 

I recognised Tinuade’s voice before turning to her. She approached me from behind with Vwaire in tow. 

“How long have you been here?” Vwaire asked, bending to whisper in my ear. 

“A couple of minutes now, maybe 10”

“Come on and sit with us at our table” Vwaire offered. 

I bit my lip, she hates rejection, I know that much “I’m sorry, I can’t, the Slave Master had to step out before we could be seated and I wouldn’t want him looking for me”

“Oh, you mean he’s here?” Vwaire said standing straight and looking around. 

I nodded “He should be back any second now”

“Then just come sit with us and keep an eye out for him” Tinuade suggested 

“The last time we were separated at an event, you kidnapped me. I would love to avoid any of such this time around”

“Okay” Tinuade deflated and Vwaire led her back to their seat.

I shifted in my seat as they left, keeping my eyes on the entrance. I understood the fact that he was antisocial, but the Slave Master had been gone too long, I didn’t even have his phone number to check on him. 

I sighed and turned back to my table as small chops came along and caught Jacqueline staring me, I managed a small smile in her direction as I stabbed a spring roll with my toothpick and led it to my mouth.

“You and Miss Odafe” Jacqueline began. 

“Who?” I asked. 

“Miss Vwaire Odafe”

“Oh, Vwaire” I said, acknowledging her confused expression “We are twins” I clarified. 

“Wow! You both look too much alike, I was just staring at both of you like an idiot when she came”

I smiled unsure of what to say. 

“So how come, you’re not active in the company?” Jacqueline asked. 

“What makes you think that?” I asked trying to steer her off track. 

“I told you, I’ve worked almost everywhere in Judisque-Allan, I know all the share holders by name and face and I never knew of any Brino Odafe”

I smiled like nothing was amiss “I’m actually Brino Enohor and I was away from my family for a while that’s why they never bothered to include me as a shareholder in the company”

Jacqueline looked like she was caught up between minding her own business and asking more questions, the Slave Master made up her mind for her as he took a seat next to me looking very ill.

“Are you alright?” I asked out of concern, I had never seen him like this before, he looked pale and awful and he was sweating unusually, despite the AC and the cool night time air outside.   

“Fine” he deadpanned. 

“Here have some puff puff, it makes everything better” I said, shifting my small chops plate to him, he looked at me like I was crazy before shocking me by putting one in his mouth. 

“How did you find me?” I asked. 

“The usher” he gave another clipped reply piquing my concern.

The party dragged on with the Slave Master going in and out, I was so concerned about him, I barely took note of what was going on around me. I tried to follow him once as he stood up to leave but he gave me one of his signature cold stares, I stayed glued to my seat. 

By the time the party was rounding up he was no where to be seen.

Vwaire came by my seat with Tinuade as it was time to mingle.

“Where is he?” Tinuade beat her to it. 

“He had to step out” I replied looking over at the entrance, he’d been gone for a long while now.

“Come on” Vwaire said “There are some people I’d like you to meet. Don’t talk to much and be polite”

We started of with the celebrant himself – Nosa Osaretin, walking up to the hight table where he was standing with his wife as he greeted his guests. Nosa Osaretin was a slim, light skinned man, with black and grey hair in a low cut atop his head, a matching beard coloured his upper lips and chin, he was not tall, 5’9 would be a bit much for his height, his black eyes crinkled most obviously as he smiled at one of his guests, his wife stood graciously beside him in a sapphire blue dinner gown which flowed to the ground, her complexion reminded me of dark chocolate, she was a black Amazonian goddess next to her husband, she couldn’t be up to 6 ft, but she probably stood that tall in her heels.

Vwaire and I waited for our turn till he looked in our direction “Uncle Nosa” Vwaire said “Happy birthday. Congrats” she hugged him at this point, Nosa Osaretin, or Uncle Nosa held Vwaire and spoke in a booming voice that did not match his size “Vwaire, my baby. You’re a big girl now, what of your aunt?”

“She’s a bit ill, I left her at home” Vwaire replied. 

“Madam, doesn’t even fancy events like this” Uncle Nosa began looking up from where he held Vwaire, he stopped short when he saw me and blinked. 

“Good evening sir” I said with a small smile and a mini courtesy, bending my knees a bit. 

Uncle Nosa held Vwaire away from himself and began to look between the both of us, I looked up at his wife who looked just as confused, but still elegant and gracious in her confusion. 

“Uncle this is my sister” Vwaire said. 

“Sister?” Uncle Nosa asked “From where?”

“She lived with our father till he died, while I lived with Aunty Juliana”

Uncle Nosa nodded, he probably had an understanding of Aunty Juliana’s private life, to whatsoever extent that may be. 

“Ohhh, she is the one that Madam split the shares for”

Vwaire nodded. 

“Young lady nice to meet you. How do you do?” Uncle Nosa said as he extended a hand to me. 

I shook it and replied in a small voice. 

“Very nice to meet you” he said once again shaking my hand vigorously.

“Yes sir” I said with a nod. 

“Uncle, we have to get going now, you know the way my Aunt gets if I stay out too late” Vwaire said, trying to bail me out. 

“Of course” Uncle Nosa said with a laugh diverting his gaze from me “Do have a nice evening, the both of you”

“Likewise” Vwaire replied, leading me by the arm as we made of to see other people. 

I was introduced to the Managing Director and other major stakeholders in Judisque-Allan. Vwaire took me about as we socialised and mingled.

“Where is Tinuade?” I asked suddenly realising her absence, Vwaire shrugged beside me and turned, probably looking around for her friend, I looked up in that moment and instantly found the Slave Master in my line of sight, he saw me less than a heartbeat later, shifted his gaze to Vwaire whose arm was linked in mine, and did the most unexpected thing. 

As he caught my eye he looked as though he was coming to meet me, but looking over at Vwaire whose face was turned away from him, his expression morphed into something I couldn’t quite decipher in the 2 seconds I saw it and the Slave Master turned on his heels, a complete 180 degrees, instantly changing course away from Vwaire and I. I watched him totally nonplussed and unconsciously called out to him, stretching out my hand in the process and catching Vwaire’s attention. In a matter of seconds, his long strides had him caught up in the throng of people around, so I could barely make him out. 

“What?” Vwaire asked looking at me. 

I couldn’t even reply, I detached my arm from hers and went after him. 

What just happened? 

Why did he turn away from myself and my sister? 

Where was he going to? 

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MY KIND OF PERSON 

I don’t want to be an average person, 
I don’t want to be too predictable, 
I’ll leave an air of mystery around me, 
And pick at your tail feathers, 
While you pick your brain, 
As you try to figure me out. 

I don’t want to be an average friend,
Who just laughs with you, 
Neither do I want to only play, jest and cry, 
I don’t just want good times, 
I want to imprint on you, so the world will see. 

I want to be emblazened on your heart,
To stamp myself on you so you never recover,
From the rare phenomenon that is me,
I want to leave you better than I met you, 
I don’t want to be just a friend, 
I want to impact your life for good. 

Talking about impact, I don’t just want to make impact on the world, 
Neither do I want to make optimum impact, 
No, I want to be a head-on collision, 
To take up the world by storm, 
I want to be a revolution, 
A shining beacon of change. 

I don’t want to be the kind of person you simply get over, 
I want everyone to be hung up over me when I’m gone, 
You can forget my face, forget my name, even forget me, 
But I don’t ever want you to forget the things I did.
Thats the kind of person I want to be,
That’s my kind of person. 

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Jesus Christ walked this earth and he was no ordinary person. He was unique, he was a story teller, very worded, a little sarcasm, a lot of parables. And I’ve been reading all about his lifetime for the past month. He was no ordinary person. He was so extraordinary, 2017 years after his death he’s still relevant. 

Now, that’s the kind of person I want to be. 

Who do you want to be?

EXP #1 coming in tomorrow, can I get a whoop! 

A.N.T.I.C.I.P.A.T.E

👑 Àyànfé 

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