Mmeso Inspires: The Process

So much had happened since I left this city,

The place of my childhood dreams,

Trekking to school under the early morning sun,

Praying in my tender heart that the bell won’t go before me.

Grumbling all the way,

Especially if Mama refused to grease my palm,

Until I learnt to be a good girl.

It was the same sloppy road,

It was the same bushy lonely path,

Except for the new buildings,

I could remember vividly,

The same spot where I lost my bag,

Crying my way to school to complain,

That nostalgic feeling was so glaring,

Though it was twelve years back.

Relatee stories from the author:

• Mmeso Inspires: If I perish

• Mmeso Inspires: The blackveil

• Mmeso Inspires: Call unto the deep

Now,

I’m treading that same path again,

I’m beginning to pick some familiar crumbs,

This was because,

Each time I passed,

It give me reasons to pause and reflect,

The beautiful magic time presents,

Just like watching the pupa turn into a butterfly,

So much hidden in time.

So much had happened since I left this city,

Probably If I had stayed I wouldn’t notice the changes,

How time flies,

Who would ever believe,

That the little girl of yesterday,

Has become that lady she always admire,

I never knew that time has so much to tell,

Until I cross this path again.