'Dear Diary' by Maryam Atoyebi

Dear Diary,

Today was a day without rain, my back was bent in my work,

So bent i began to swim in the sweat from my toil.

Life is not only the seal and home to all things created, but a seasoned teacher, who doesn’t need notes, without regard to any period,

Only today, the ways and words of men tutored me,

I learned to speak my words with my full mouth,

That words are like a soothing balm

And they come together and become a strong  weapon,

Weapon like a canon, singular with plural damage,

Weapon like a shield, or even a white flag,

And words unsaid will erupt and turn beating hearts into stone,  Pompeii,

I learned that little things like termites build the strongest homes,

And people have souls in them, not homes,

And time will fly as fast as a cheetah on a chase only at happy hours,

And love is the kindest but not the absolute answer,

And that you’ll always be here to listen to my weary tales of the world.

Maryam Atoyebi is an elliptic Yoruba woman. She loves travelling, arts and she eats her Chicken sharwama in flat plate. She blogs at queenontheroad.wordpress.com.

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