The mind panics as you mount the stage over the future of your coming age
What to be? What to do?
As life questions seek to bombard you
And like a scholar with poor preparation for a test,
You give little or no feedback to these questions
Your fears begins to pilot your thinking
Your mind gets occupied with doubt
Till the shackles of a sunless sky cloud the path on which you always rely
You become effortlessly skeptical of what it is to come
You sew a corn seed but doubt if you’ll reap a corn in return
Now that schooling is over, what is left for you?
Will you land that dream job? Will you even fulfill half of your fantasies?
Will your pastures ever be green like a well watered lawn or scanty like an overgrazed land
Without the blessings of dungs to yield its growth
But hold on a minute
Why allow the fear of the unknown torture you?
Like a mother at the peak of conception
Why not look back reminiscing obstacles long crossed
Battles won, victories celebrated
Looking back and remembering all you’ve achieved
And the power of letting go to believe
Crushing the chains of the dark confine
Uprooting the seeds of fear
To illuminate a road of endless sunshine
Dropping all worries like a penny in the sand
Believing in the divine one that has brought you this far
Embracing each living moments with good faith
With a mind chasing after its goal
Ready to live its fantasies, fully assured of what it is to come.
Agboola Mobolaji writes in from the federal university of technology Akure.
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