Doctors could only name his condition as depression but could not do anything further to shame the sickness. And after everything done in vain to recover his peace of mind, he started thinking about death as the only avenue of departure from this unfavourable vicissitude of his life. In this situation of hopelessness and helplessness, he decided to resort to the bible. Being hitherto lover of reading, he could no longer read any other book apart from the bible. This newly found habit helped him to think less of death as his only manumission. Thinking highly about God even in his hostile circumstances, he started writing lyrics which he recorded and had a music album as he imperceptibly started getting reprieve from his ailment and predicament. Based on what he had feared and felt, he named the album; “I wanna die a righteous man”, which was decisively, a direct rebuttal and refusal to accept death as a pill and panacea for his situation. As the music couldn’t hit the jackpot, he then decided to convert his lyrics into poems.
Though seen as timorous taciturn troglodyte on the outside, he is loud and thoughtful within. Due to his unassuming nature, people hardly ascribe what he does to him. The sceptics are not far from the truth, because what gives him the push is an invisible hand.
The poems and reflections in this book constitute words which acted as balms to heal his previous bruises and altered his circumstances. Some of his writings are also based on his opinions on trending and contemporary issues.
I want to stretch further; I want to climb higher, and I want to dig deeper. I have what it takes to reach the pinnacle, but obstacles are causing my debacle; o Jah, you are my oracle so show me your miracle. I need to do that; I want to do that; but I am stuck and stranded not finding to fix. I have tried and tried almost dying trying but still in vain. O `Lord, come in, this time around and take me out of the box. My ambitions are overpowered by limitations. Challenges are all I see and feel everywhere and every day; tormented by fear, buffeted by infirmity and kicked here and there by poverty; I have no room to operate, I have no space to expand. I am shrinking, o Lord, enlarge my territories. Enough of life of futility and pusillanimity; Jah, take me now, now, take me out of the box.
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