BLIND TALES by Blessed Orji

Day 41
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Every Morning
He kneels for a miracle
Arms stretched out
As if to pluck off a guava fruit
Sun shuts in
Darkness excuses light
He widens his eyes before the sun
He withdraws and sighs
It doesn't work
It won't work
Not near possible
Crawls back to his friend
Bed of stones
He bares his hurt on her
As he drags comfort in the piercings
Of each stone as they resound
Into hundreds
Wangling through his black skin
He snores into the night
Finds solace in the whistling
Of redemption songs by tiny
Crickets
He spit words,the lines of
I'm half dead
What does the colour red look like?
Sand Leaf or blood
What is life without sight?
I'm half dead
He sobs back to his bed of stone again
This time saying fervent subtle prayers
Dear God,
Take this blind fold away
I can't live in the dark
Else I leave early
I live on people's recommendation
I have no choice
Let your benevolence shine on me
Thank you God
Then he tells the world
When he meets it
Where it meets him
I am a blind man
I tell no tales
I use my mind's eyes
I can say yes or No
When I know my onions
But before I do
It already made me cry
This is my life
A blind man's life
My daily struggle.

Chinatu (Blessed) Orji

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1, Stop Counting people's blessings ~ It is interesting to admire your friend's success, but don't try to compare and contrast, you're different persons and your paths have been mapped out. When the temptation to compare especially on bad days fingers my eyelids, I pull out my gratitude journal and write out five things I'm grateful for. It could be as little as being able to keep to time or even for being mentioned in a good will comment by a friend. Being grateful opens us up for more. 2, Try Leadership and Politics ~ I think there are two different things, one is seen as good and the other is seen as bad. The mention of the word "politics" get us grabbing our bags, and the mention of "leadership" gets us spreading our clothes in the open. My involvement in both has impacted my life and my dealing with others. I see both as siamese twins. Politics makes good leadership and Leadership makes good politics. You should try it!

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