Crazy space

 They say we haven’t failed 

Or maybe we have. 

Then call us by the names of 

things we’ve never are.

And when you make a mistake, 

They bug your life. 

Society is just a crazy place 

with diverse people of different 

pains, with each thinking they 

know what is best for you. 

They don’t even know your 

middle name. 

All over you as though 

their lives was a better place. 

I thought to write you,

I am sorry if you’ve

 think you’ve failed. 

All of these expectations 

we need to live up to, 

they are vain.

But when I look at you, 

you look like a mess. 

You won’t dare lie to me. 

You’ve been staying 

up at night thinking 

about many things. 

Why did mama die? 

Why did papa leave? 

Why am I 29 without

 a roof over me? 

At 25, I still struggle to eat. 

Look at Bolaji, 23, 

fresh with his car keys. 

At Sharon, with husband 

and kid while 

I can’t conceive 

Maybe I’d never go 

to school, this 

admission search stinks. 

All of the questions 

running like thoughts. 

I think it’s alright for you

 to think of some. 

Just thought to tell you to breathe. 

Tomorrow would go and 

what would be would be. 

All of your scars would heal.

You’d get answers. 

Maybe change patterns. 

You haven’t failed. 

You just listen to many fates. 

Even I am still finding my way. 

Let’s carry burden to the one

Who makes a way.

Call Jesus, The Name above 

every other names. 

There is sanity in the temple. 

Our safe place. 

Written by Olu Ajoba

Category: Life and faith 

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