Yesteryears totally shut me down, as though I was into quarantine.
It took the weakling old me to put up a strong lady like me today,
Though I wasn’t sure of the architectural details,
I utterly love the structural outcome.
The struggles of yesteryear slapped me for being too naive,
and yeah I agreed to pay for the experiences I apparently possess.
Flashes of the traits from adjusting my crown propelled my desires.
The desire to stay true to me and build the broken me.
It saw me being decisive and taking on great tasks I feared to.
I turned tables that decided not to turn,
cos I need to feel good too.
I took bold steps with my lanky limbs,
and they were later recognized.
I clapped for me, when nobody saw my progress.
I broke into places I used to feared, and all I murmured is “dagba na ɖu, else you’ll die of hunger”
2024 was named the year of the Lord as usual and I took it personal.
I pursued God, hoping to meet him at any point he pleases.
And today, I sit in my empire and all I can say is; “Mind your business with unflinching determination, nobody is really watching you until you make it”.
