The Brief Journey

By Abraham Favour Olohigbe 

One day we all opened our eyes,

To a world of new beginnings,

Out of a darkened arena where our eyes were closed.

We were bedazzled at the faces we first saw,

Even if they were black and white it was still out of the ordinary.

There were times for our firsts,

Most of which we do not remember,

Cause they were before our memories began to form.

Not too long ago we started learning the language of emotions,

A language that has stung so many

And turned their hearts of flesh to a heart of stone.

While we try to get a hang of it the time draws near

And the candle’s wick is almost burned out.

Just about that time, we learn a new language,

A language that isn’t meant to be understood but must be accepted,

Because we all accepted the language of birth.

We all have to accept in utmost horror the language of death.