It was Sunday …for Brussels an unusually sunny day…It was Easter…celebrating a famous death… one meant to be a public spectacle… on the cross… a shameful death… transformed into a pillar of light… illuminating many lives… lighting many paths… renewing hope… triumph…over death… weakness…darkness…
It was my birthday…the day I was born…this day born again…out of the ashes…the failures…the rubble... my entire being flushed… with gratitude… my mind wondered… and wandered… to meet my biggest fears…the fear that I may keep growing old …without continually growing up… the fear that someday… I may go to my grave… without being everything I could be…all I am meant to be…all that I was sent to be…with wasted talents and un honed skills…
I don’t want to be a duplicate…don’t have to be same…embrace my difference…to the best opportunities show deference…let my compass be truth… not acceptance…a daunting feat…makes me not feel fit…so I pray I’ll have courage… to be a better man…find value in everyone… lace my humanity with care… steep it in love!
You see my name is afeseh… means given by God… a gift…from the hands of omniscience…omnipotence…and hilary’s me too…though powerful… a hilarious giving… I intend to make the gift count… growing the world’s stock of human hilarity… I don’t know how… not sure how… not sure I will… I may fail… but every day I’ll start… one moment… one day at a time… may fall but I’ll be up again!
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
