Where are the Legends amongst us?

Consequently we cry aloud: where are the knights? As we look around, they appear and disappear, faded into twilights. Champions of mediocrity reigns with charm, gazing further, we see the heroes. They are shaping the age ahead. Our age is evolving. This generation is self-defining. Imagine how we are emerging. Our age is dividing and defining. Can you see the divide? Can you see the dots? We were raised by heroes, fathered by giants. Their voices cry aloud from afar. They are voice of discipline. We were likened to gods, daily dying like moths. We were bound for Palace in Paris. We detoured as troupe through greed to Greece. We landed in Cyprus seriously injured. We were displaced to Syria. Our journeys have become a destination. We stopped. Progression ensnared at four-way sign. We came to the place called Kalahari. It’s like Sahara. These deserts happened to us amidst our journey through Arctic. We feel the winds amidst the storm. The wind-chill as we burn. We live with heat within. Our souls cry out for help. We starve, we stench, we sound as those who seems to be starched!

Legends are afar; we must catch up with them. Nevertheless we must run towards the light! Do you need to look far to see and plunge in? Do you have to squint to see the utmost? Who said they’ve all gone? The legends are all dead? When we see the handwritings of change, we feel the hope and know those who bring revolution are not far fetched. It is uncomplicated recognizing why we live in two worlds. How two different matrixes hold us all? Why they are strangely pulling us apart? There is a world of greatness. There’s distinction. It is the lowest height of prospect. The daily tenet there is plain: you either breathe your last on it. It’s excellence. It is exceptionality. It’s for you and you alone. You must live for fineness or there is no other option. There’s the second matrix. It is the world of mediocrity. It is where few things matter. It’s where principles and values don’t grow with age. It is an island of ease. You just take it easy and go with the flow or flow with the groan. Sometimes you can be stuck in between.

You can be pushed or pulled. You can even fall so badly; beaten by the drift, forgotten in the fight and flight of survival. The attitude of gang of choice may knight you as a “legend”. Words, habit and more may make you. There are those whom we only need to see once again and our dreams would soar again within [us]. There are those we need to run the Deer’s race away from. If only to preserve our dreams, we may have to reverse. If we will ever fulfill those dreams, there are destiny gangs we must identify with. We must stick together forever. There are those we must observe closely for fortune to be born forefront. There are inspirers even from afar that we only need to see again and soul would soar again. We may come to the post tagged “arrival” to see that there are few of these ones amongst us. We may get to that point when stimulation can only be drawn from within us. We may reach a yield sign where our inner reservoirs of old is calling enter to great lanes. Join only noble causes. Motivation may be a question of within and not without. We can either yield or stick, seeing maggots, faggots and harlots. Change will never be born; greatness will never be real until we can truly cry, not for the legends but dare to be the legends amongst us.

Excerpts from my book: “Innovation edge”

Let me tell you a story. In a little town of plantings, blossom a Mushroom. A Butterfly came by to see it and then an Ant and a Bee. Each was asking the Mushroom one question. Same question from different beings at different time. The new Mushroom was puzzled. “Young plant, how are you going to make it amidst big trees? How are you ever going to survive amidst competition?” they’d asked. So, he answered the same way every time: “All I need is a chance”. He’d say. But the Bee stung it. The Ant beat at it. Even the Butterfly sucked its tiny body sap. They all said it was impossible for the Mushroom to make it in the jungle. No way! No chance! It was the wilting point for the Mushroom. It was its withering state. Somehow, there was a dark cloud. The weather changed. There were tiny droplets from the big trees. Change has come. Change will always happen, come what may. The rain fell. The Ant ran into hiding. The Butterfly flew away. And the Bee; It buzzed off. Only the Mushroom remained. The Mushroom bloom and survived as a result of the rain. It got picked up to the Palace after the rain. It was cooked by the King’s chef. It was served on chinaware. The king and his noblemen ate some tasty Mushroom soup.
Destiny does not depend on size. You don’t have to be very big. Sometimes, size simply doesn’t count as such. Small is also beautiful. Greatness doesn’t cry for chances. It creates its own chances... It lays hold of whatever nature brings its way…twisting its own self, changing its own self and flexibly maximizing the opportunities surrounding it to reach its destiny. Rather than whining and complaining, greatness takes initiative to grow. Being small, weak or poor is no excuse at all. If you don’t have a weak mind, if you don’t have a small mind; if you don’t have a poverty-stricken mind; you will reach over the top. You will reach your goal.

I need to ask you what you are doing with that breathes of your nostrils. What are you doing with the gift of life? That is a chance you’ve got to make a mark! That is an opportunity to live a life of meaning. That is a privilege to live to the fullest. Although we were born yesterday; but we can definitely make a mark today. We have a chance to live in such a way that today doesn’t slip off from our hands. We have the privilege to make it count. What is the moral of the story of the young Mushroom? They are more. But one of them is this: “God will send the rain. But are you ready to grow?”
One of the things that life will never give to you is: your growth. One of the things people hardly give on a platter is opportunity. You’ve got to find these two for yourself. You’ve got to create an environment that will foster your growth. Sometimes you have to look for it in order to find it. You’ve got to search longer and deeper enough for you to see it…that’s an adventure which may take a life time for some of us. Truth be told, people love growth. Even the animals smell the greens for greener pastures. Everybody revolves around greatness. Everyone wants to be associated with progress and progressive causes. Noble people want to eat some Mushroom soup at the Palace square. Laudable visions don’t lack people. Success is only sweet, it is not cheap. There is a price to pay in guise of stings from the Bees and bites from the Ants of our society.
As I was rushing to work from work; I scribbled these lines on my phone as a note: success is “bleeding”. Sometimes you’ve got to bleed! Jesus Christ bled on the cross for you and me. He shed his precious blood to save you and me. He was showing us the truest way to victory, success and greatness. They lie in sacrifices. Jesus demonstrated it to us all that sacrifice is the only key to triumph. The route to the top is through the blood. The art of bleeding is the art of leading. The blood we shed today is the ladder to the top tomorrow. They are no longer lymphoid tissue or our raw red blood cell… The blood is the art of believing, giving and living... Faith in the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is the key with which we can maximize our lives. Once you’ve known Him, then you need to move on to diligence and consistency. That is the secret.

Journeys of life…

Journeys are passage of time in life;
They create in us some new but old.
They take from us and give to us
they take us all through place and poles with people,
Where river over stones flow.
We roll, we flow; we stroll and cross some distance.
We break the chasms of great life barriers.
We bud in bits, in beings,
Amazing! we're different;
from whence we came from?
We grow; we glow, we gloat.
we bud like buds in buddings.
We race; we reign, and age,
We date, we dazed and we're dazed.

Entering lives and hives,
Entering hives like time,
Getting stung amidst more
We’re stung by life,
accidents leave us different
Different incidents leave us different
We meet the best, we part as friends,
we meet the best, the beasts, and the bees.
Life experience weave us a story,
Some experiences leave us so battered,
Some experiences leave us far better,
But none of all our experience leaves us the same.
Some makes us bitter,
Some makes us better
Some get us butter
we sting as Bee
Some stung as Bees

Some lead to love,
they leaves us fatter.
Some lead to lust,
they leave us fagged out.
We live in life, to own, to owe and old.
We love to hide and side
we love to live. We live to love.
We’re lost in love and love some song.
We long to love; and won for love.
We're lost in love, we long to live;
We lost from lust to love again.
Forever like Bees,
our lyrics as smokes, aflame
From hearts of aches and pains,
Our hope, for host,
They spring from hearts
Like plants we rise
We sprouts at dawn,
We weave for light and weep for People
Who come and go, with memories
They linger in all our hearts.

“Uniqueness”

Change will change you,
Mar or make you,
Doubts will stop you,
It’s yours to decide.
Not all change was good for me,
Not all doubts was evil
A trouble here, a bubble there,

I’d be rather be Teddy, escape life,
gain attention, but I’d have lost!
I’d have lost me into numbness, lifelessness,
I’d have loved to be river
Negligent, watch life play by,
But I can’t give me up and be me.
There’s a vital part of me in me that makes me, me
I’m so unique than anyone else.

-Babawale Odunuga