Spirit , Soul & Body.....

Hello Beautiful People,

After my last blog post "Hidden Tracks of  Tears" , I decided to share one of my favourite inspirational poems titled: DON'T QUIT, which was written by EDGAR A. GUEST (a poet i respect so much). It inspires me and i can only hope it inspires someone else too.



I'm looking forward to my next post as it would be a compilation of some of the words that were spoken to me by friends, family and even strangers, yes Strangers !!! during difficult times. If its not too much to ask, i would love to hear those words that have kept you going.....But for now , Enjoy this.

"Don't Quit" by Edgar A. Guest 

Love

Kemi Gbadamosi

HIDDEN TRACKS OF TEARS....

He lifted his eyelids , just as the sun rays helped themselves through the grey coloured curtains. He stretched and yawned, then shut his eyes again to say a word of prayer. By the time he was done,  he  stared at the ceiling, it had been a great week of spending time with his high school buddy , "oh! how time has passed" he muttered. He allowed his mind to wander through the years that were now behind and couldn't help but admit that life had dealt fairly with them, despite the ups and downs. It was indeed a beautiful day!

One look at the table clock and Debo was up on his feet. It was 8:00 am Saturday and he had to be out of Bayo's place before traffic built up terribly. He dashed into the bathroom and was out before you could spell his name. In less than 20 minutes, he was dressed and his backpack packed. He took one good look at the room, shut the door behind him and headed for Bayo's room to bid him farewell and probably book another reunion if their busy lives would let them.

As he knocked on Bayo's door, he could hear the sound of the tv, Bayo was up doing his favourite past time, playing video games. They shook hands as Debo took a sit at the edge of the bed, and the two young men began talking about the last one week; laughing heartily at jokes and talking about their next big projects. Just then Debo's phone beeped, he had a message. As he opened the text and began reading, his countenance fell, the knots in his tummy tightened with each sentence, and his hand got weak. He dropped the phone, stood up without a word and headed for the window. He just gazed into space...

Bayo could tell something wasn't right and knowing his best friend too well, he knew he wouldn't get a response ,atleast not yet. So he reached for the phone and saw the text that had made his friend cold in a flash. It was a text from Debo's younger and only sister Kike and it read thus:

  "Dear Brother D,

  I trust you are doing great. Im good and school is going well.

  Please there is something i need to tell you, that has troubled me for years .

 When i was 8, uncle Henry our former neighbour, played with my body and threatened me not to tell anyone. I was also molested by  a group of  girls back in high school, and just when i thought the past was behind, Greg my coursemate that i told you is interested in me, almost forced me against my wish to sleep with him yesterday.  I am tired of all these , i just need to get my mind together and move on but  i know i have to open up first to someone i trust and that someone is you my big  brother.        

Love your baby sis, Kike"

Bayo let out a heavy sigh and walked up to his friend who was still staring out of the window, he grabbed his shoulder and said "you just have to be strong for her and be a pillar of support", to which Debo replied with tears around his eyes "Adebayo, that Kid is only 19, i cant believe this is what she's had to go through, the pain she's carried for years...jeeez" .

Debo picked up his phone and dialled her number: She sounded strong as she answered and told her brother, she felt better after letting it all out. Debo listened as she sniffled and tried to hold back her sobs. "How i wish i can put a bullet through their heads" he muttered, clenching his left fist.He re-assured her that he will be standing there for her and with her through the healing process.

He picked up his backpack , shook Bayo's hand and gave him a one arm hug. He thanked him for everything as they both walked out of the house to where Debo parked his car. He got into his car and drove out of the compound, still visibly pissed. Just few metres away from Bayo's house Debo brought the car to a halt , he reclined his seat and remembered just how he was abused as a kid by a so-called family friend for years. He of all people knew that healing from abuse wasn't that easy, no one can take away the feeling of worthlessness, low self-esteem, anger or pain; no matter what they say.

He knew the only one who could help his baby sister, was the same ONE who helped him get through those years. He closed his eyes and said a prayer for Kike, by reciting a verse his pastor once gave him to encourage and help him  :

                                       
 "But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus,  after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, establish, strengthen and settle you"  1 Peter 5:10

With that, he got up and drove off, hoping tomorrow would be better; one day at a time.

I dont know what hidden tracks of tears you have carried for years, i pray that you find strength and be encouraged by the verse above.

Love,

Kemi Gbadamosi