REFLECTIONS by BiliMaffy

One of the things that comes easily to me is admitting to my wrongdoing, within myself even if I do not utter it to anyone. I usually have a retrospect on my actions. And this is why I relate with quotes or any form of writing that resonates with my present situation or in relation to my past. I find that the piece of writing I posted above had an impact on me and I consider it worth sharing for anyone else who might be in need of it. I may not be smiling as I type now, but I sure know I do not own the world’s problems, not to compare my life with that of others, desist from over-thinking (I usually process so many thoughts in my head, almost at the same time),to accept a healing process and stop being hard on myself for choices taken at a time of distress, naivety and make peace with that…well, I hope this helps someone at least!

Africa, my Africa! I love my continent still! Plagued by insurgency in the East, uprising in the North, terror in the West, rebellion in the south, I love my Africa, still! Africa, the land of my birth, but a continent I have grown weary of in my "wisdom years", Was no haven in my tots, but to that I was oblivion, For those years still remain memories to cherish, I hiked to school without worry, Wandered in my innocence without caution, And hopped about playfully with the innocence known only by a child, If I had to be anywhere by road, I longed for such thrill To see places I could not frequent, looking through the windows delightfully Those days,having a loved one afar meant no disaffection You would long for such reunion And in my case as it were It was so much more fun than a child could have wished for A three-day ride from Zaria in Kaduna To the famous Iddo market in Lagos Was a thrill compared to nothing And all these have remained but a memory A reminder of "the