Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

"THE DUST IN MY EYES"
_This little piece is an encouragement to my buddy Dexter Mensah_

"The night fell on me as I sat on one of the decks in front of my class. All I did was pondering meaning of life. In the morning, my lecture got me lost in thoughts with his repeated meager questions- Determine the function of DEX(X) =10* and the number of orders of magnitude blah blah blah. This was all crap. I feel DEX is some kind of foolish human who intercept human thoughts beyond measure. On a second thought, without DEX function, I can't really face life if I should fail this exam. Over the years I've been going through a lot of stress from home. My dad jobless,my mum sick and so much stress at school with Dr. DEX in the centre. Everybody seemed to point fingers at me as a bad student who didn't really know what he was about. I was like some urchin sitting in the mud whenever there was a group discussion. People kept questioning and blaming me for my fall. I weep within and at night knowing my disabled mind was  only one facet of the problems contributing to my low output. I am paralyzed now and does not render me acute, inquisitive and  dexterous in anyway.

If only!  every index finger pointing me will come close to listen to me first. If only, one will come to me to make DEX so easy for me to comprehend. If only, one will feel my shoes and know the weight I carry from home,the troubles and the cold cry within me. They will understand why I fall. 

Each and every day I put on a new look with the hope that there is hope. But the pain makes me forget there is a god called God. Forgive me Lord! But this burden is too heavy for me. People tend to enjoy criticism than helping the needy. People laugh at the ones suffering instead of stretching forth. People tease and make mockery of the hungry and call them lazy. Are we not ashamed to say we belong to a religion? Don't our "religion" teach us to love?. 

The building we call church has only become a photo studio for us to dress skimpily to carnally wet appetite of lavishing eyes rather than earnestly praying to win the love of Christ and showing forth. So love is shown only to those of our class and the rich right?. I remember last year when there was sharing of Christmas gifts. My life had been sad the whole year just because I always ate my feverish rice and oil  garnished with pepper with my smooth tomato pericarps that was not properly grinded. Thinking it's Christmas and so there will be lots of drinks as gift, I could see the rich buying for the rich and the poor keeping smiles on their faces appreciating for those receiving. What a world we live in.

But I know, everything is with time. As far as Ecclesiastes 3:1 which says " To everything there  is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven" still exists in the Bible, there is hope for God's intervention. And for those throwing dust into my eyes,I know one day I shall overcome DEX and pass for VICTORY."

©bonykaka.wordpress.com

*#insightpoetry.*