Letting go of false truths
Scent of hope is a reminder that there are always two sides to a coin. We love you and help is avialable.
By Azubuike Hannah
I’m not good enough
Daddy is taking Ada out for the third time because she aced her exams and I did not
It’s the 4th time I’m being dumped for the better one who happens to bear my second name
Yes! I took the pain to please my team and they chose David instead to take the lead
Right now, I can’t look my wife in the face because I was not strong enough to rescue our only son before the car exploded in my face
It’s 5 of 5 times I gave my opinion only to be overlooked by Tunde, my coworker, who later brushed it up at the board meeting and was given a cool offer
I even bet my life savings on the victory of my soccer club but the other club won
And now, I remember that it was momma who never believed a word I said because of the lie I told when I was two
So before I take my baby steps to death, let me tell you that life has left me bullied by these thoughts and actions and betrayals, and my pride has been bruised with many rejections
“But as i would come to realize YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH”
I resorted to alcoholism but… wait!
My religion abhors it
So I’m formally depressed
These are the few I can tell
So your ears won’t tingle from the gory details of the rest
And the gestures bid me go
Far away. From this world and all the wickedness in its breast.
Until I met one who told me I was made for so much more
Though the world’s pressure is heavy on me?
But one sure word.
Though I have been tagged as a sore looser and my dreams are dying
But one true word.
Though the stem of a tree be cut off and its roots wither but with the scent of water…
..That tree will grow again”
So before you pull the trigger to your brain
Or drink that mixture
Or have a last look at the beautiful skies as you sink in to the deep
Or tie that rope round your neck
Or write your last letter,
Give me the chance to rescue the hero in you
Let me a minute to whisper to you that you are the one the skies have been waiting for
Allow me to give you this scent of hope that there’s one who believes in your breath, your scent, your accent, your color, your posture, your smiles.
Your tears are so treasured so much that every drop sends a signal to the one who created you
Truly you’re the apple of his eyes
And these misdeeds are remodeling you into a masterpiece
Your past does not define your future
You are equal and more to that problem you’re facing
You’re the champion waiting to happen
So don’t give up, hang in there!
And just before another ‘false truth’ comes knocking at your mind’s door
Accommodate this one truth
“You are good enough!”