Mini random thoughts

I used to dream of living the big life - big man, big house, big car, big accounts

Reality brought me back to present circumstance

No need to slap me awake

Just plain awareness

That its just a big dream

Poem about Mary's car

Once upon a time

There was this car

That went everywhere that Mary went

It had no name but was known by the unique colour

This was Mary’s

And none other

One day

Sisi asked to take no name for a walk

Down the dry streets of Lagos

But Amina jumped in

And asked for a mile long

No name didn’t complain

Was quiet through the silent charade

After the mile long walk

No name gave up the ghost

Mary sat and cried and cried

And called Sisi a liar

Even though she knew no name had been sick awhile

Now everyone knows Mary’s sad story

Is it or not the real true story

About no name

The car Mary loved truly…