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Thursday, 20 July 2017

HBD :: This Bird has been flying since 199X



Bird : More than two Decades : Still Flying

started flying: 199X ---------------
Hope to stop flying: atmost 2025

I have been flapping my wings for too long. I tried to soar, fly without flapping all to no avail.
My birth receipt says i started flying in the month of September somewhere not too distance from mid 1990s . But i dont believe that. I only believe in the strength of my wings, with it i measure my age and i can decide today that i was born in the year 2000 or perhaps 1980 who cares? For morethan two decades, i have been picking hope, crumbs and crush, swallowing missiles hurl at me by friends. I have perch on various trees. I remember how a tree short and plumb almost made me trade my gold for gob.
Then this other tree guided by hunters who shot me and i missed (I wanted to be hit by such humane bullet).

Now am here, still flying. I want to retire from flying. So I decided to give flying one more try, to fly for one more decade. Until finally I  get a safe harbor of my own. A palace not too crystal. A nest not too palatial. By then even if I should fly that should be for fun. Not for runs anymore. Yeah fly for fun.

 If after this decade making it 3 decades i am still battling with wind and getting bind. Okay i do pity myself and fly for half a decade again.
If the edifice still refuse to glow. The next time i go flying, let an America born Al-Qaedar trained sniper in Afghanistan find me. Let him aim not at an approaching terrorist. Let him aim me as i fly. Let his bullet hit my head and pull out my brains that refuse to innovate, think and solve a world class problem for a world class breakthrough.  When I come down crashing… like dying, may i not fall in a land; so people don't gather and weep. May i not fall in the woods; where animals on uniform come bringing out skeleton from a man that never had a cupboard. May i fall in the sea and go down, down.
Then let Jonah's fish swallow me for seven days,  spur me out again at the shore of mummy's womb.

This is not re-incarnation. Is revenge. Life's revenge. When am reborn let a note be added that reads "and he shall be called "Jesus-Simeons: This shall teach his kindred how not to fly but soar for a living"



Happy Birthday: In Advance


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