‘Hush!’, came the whispers of a year now past, Echoing, ‘shut it out, close the door, make it the last’. With each creak of hinges, a chapter’s end, Accept the silence, let new dreams ascend.
Lock away worries, let go of the weight, Seal yesterday’s echoes, don’t hesitate. Open the door to a fresh, blank page, In the book of your life, on this grand stage.
Bid farewell to shadows, to doubts and fear, Shut it out, my friend, let the future draw near. With the turning key, leave the old behind, Welcome the dawn of a new year, unconfined.
In the quiet echoes of the passing year, I stand alone, but not in solitude. The journey, a solitary pilgrimage, Yet, within me, a chorus of triumphs sing.
“Proud of Me,” the anthem I declare, A melody woven with threads of courage, A ballad etched with the ink of resilience, I am the actor and the composer.
Through the valleys of doubt and the peaks of fear, I walked with a heart undeterred, For every challenge, a sculptor’s chisel, Shaping me into the masterpiece I now behold.
The storms may have roared with thunderous might, Yet, I was the calm at the eye of the tempest, A beacon in the midst of life’s tumultuous sea, Guiding my ship through waves of uncertainty.
The pages of the calendar turned relentlessly, Each day, a chapter in the novel of my journey, And as I read the story inscribed by my footsteps, I find solace in the prose of my perseverance.
“Proud of Me,” I whisper to the mirrored reflection, A testament to the battles fought within, For every scar, a mark of a warrior’s honor, And every victory, a laurel placed upon my brow.
Here I stand, in the theater of self-applause, Not seeking external applause or acclaim, But basking in the warmth of my own recognition, For in the silence, I am my own loudest cheerleader.
“Proud of Me,” I declare to the entire cosmos For the rhythm of my achievements reverberates, A crescendo that echoes through the corridors of time, A timeless acknowledgment of my own worth.
From a distance, the bell tinkled, In the blink of an eye, it chimed. Shepherds heard the distant ring, Stars gazed at the wonder from yonder.
Wandering, yet the bell’s tintinnabulation persisted, Guided by a leading star, their movement perplexed, Ding dong echoed louder, the sky grew crowded, Heavenly spectators joined the cosmic audience.
Perhaps the King’s town crier or a Knight’s war flyer, Lips grew dry, stars emerged as their driver. Still, the bell jangled persistently, Not from a royal palace or a goldminer’s abode.
A mystery unfolded as they searched further, Growing louder, emanating from an unexpected place. Oh no! It came from a humble manger, Where they found a baby, a boy, wrapped in bands.
Kneeling in awe as angels and sheep harmonized, A lone child, innocent and smiling, communing with the sky. The bell jingled again, signaling a time to mingle, For the married and single, old and young, in palaces or dunghills.
Dance to the ting-a-ling rhythm, As the divine night unfolds, our Savior is born! MERRY CHRISTMAS, DARLINGS 🌟
How can I command my eyes to avert their gaze when you pass by?
How do I barricade my heart, keeping it steady against thoughts of you all day?
Can I silence my ears to your name echoing wherever I turn, pervaded by your infectious laughter?
Tell me, how to restrain my fingers from reaching out as you stroll past?
Is there a way to mask my senses, so I do not catch the sweetness of your presence and anticipate your every move?
How do I cease acting like a ‘Mumu’ whenever your voice graces my phone? Laughing like possessed, or drooling like love-struck, it is a struggle I cannot contain.
I resort to biting my lips till they bleed, hoping it curbs the desire to kiss you fervently.
Even in dreams, I plead with the Almighty to spare me from visions of us in passionate embrace, but sleep betrays me with images of you.
My mind replays moments spent admiring you from afar, a testament to my lost grip on sanity.
I can no longer deceive my heart, as if you have unraveled the depths of me. How did you explore my vulnerabilities? Tell me, when did you discover my ‘Mumu’ Button?
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 