There was a time,
When all that matters was looking up to the sky,
And counting the stars until our head spin,
Then comes Mama’s expected warning,
Until we remember it’s dinner time.
There was a time when all I wanted to do was to draw on the moist soil,
And cuddle my doll to sleep,
Probably in the evening, spell words from my English book,
Until I began to snore,
A monotonous type of sound as if I had rehearsed it earlier in the day.
Life was simple…
Dreams were plain,
That reading my story book aloud to the hearing of my smiling Mama,
Was all that matters to me,
And when she promised a gift,
I promised to recite more words for her,
It happened again and again,
Until everyone noticed I was good.
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Probably that’s was the beginning of my dream.
Now everything matters to me,
The gifts…
Yes I wanted one from the world too,
But I learnt you must pay to get one.
And that’s where the pressure comes in…
The discipline…
You must persevere, sacrifice, work hard and keep showing up every day if you really want it so bad,
Unless the world rewards you with a tiny package even though you work hard for a bigger one,
So I just want to dictate my place therein.
Unlike Mama’s sizzling stew to celebrate my birthday,
And drinks littered on the rainbow coloured table,
Which I had grown to love,
Now I had to look out from the window,
As this nostalgic feeling overwhelmed me,
I’m a year older today,
And the thought of that baffles me,
How time flies,
A little girl of yesterday running around the compound with paper kite,
Want to travel around the world creating and impacting values,
Probably I will have to recite those words again,
With such rhythm…
With such passion,
Because I know a gift awaits me.
