“I stepped into the streets one morning only to notice that the sidewalk was littered with little broken pieces of my heart and psyche. So here I am, on a beautifully overcast morning, standing on the sidewalk, wondering how I still look functional.” – Makafui.
“Choose your environment carefully. Exposure influences. More often than not, instead of being the exceptions to the rule, we let ourselves fall under the purview of its pull, or have our sensibilities chafed into numbness.” – Makafui.
If I had the opportunity to choose my own father,
I wouldn’t choose him because of his wealth,
Or because of his looks – not colour, hair, gait, height or weight;
I wouldn’t choose him because of how well read he is, but for his wisdom;
Me calling you ‘father’ is a heavy responsibility I lay at your feet,
Which you take with grace.
“Something broken to pieces doesn’t spell its end…these pieces can be the building blocks of new and wonderful things. There’s a certain beauty and character that shows forth from that which is mended…the promise of a story, and lurking strength.” – Makafui.
Dancing on edges
Flirting with fringes
Numb to the fear of falling
Hooked to the thrill of just being
On the edge of the many fringes of reality
I do not contest against my ignorance,
Nor do I argue against my inadequacy.
I do not deny that I desire to be a saint,
Nor do I not realise the fear I harbour
Of falling short – far too short.