Jesse Ojuka

My love for creating smothers my fear of being broke
It grabs my head when it starts to spin
I need to remember all tribulations are obstacles
Everything is part of the journey
I know that feeling,
The feeling of anger towards things I can’t change,
The feeling of rage as I’m forced to be a slave
The feeling of grey as colour leaves my body.
A frown has been sculpted on my face for days
if that doesn’t tell me to run
what will
I need to grab hold of my soul again
One leg of my soul has stepped out of my body
Like a painter stepping out of a jumpsuit
The numbness can swallow me if I don’t take a firm grip
Can cause me to wake up in 40 years
In a pool of sweat
Terrified of what I have done
with my life
This is faith, this is the life I chose
This is the path I choose to walk along
I knew it wouldn’t be smooth
I choose to bear it, so in 40 years
I wake up to smile