RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

Phobia… If he is scared, they say he's weak Peril… If he goes for it, they say he's stupid There's a fine line between valor and idiocy But who decides this; man? Absolutely not What if risking it is due to fear A man fears mockery, hence he urged on But he's confronted with insecurities He decided; he'd rather be in insecurities than be mocked He then succeeds in insecurities So, he's called brave Man has forgotten that once he's stripped off his acquisitions He would stand no more His crown will forever bow He wouldn’t be able to fight his phobia A man once secured, a man who thrived in the toughest times He goes into rage, he breaks down;  He falls into blankness Society says 'the brave and mighty has fallen' Or better still, they say he derailed Though, he was never brave; he wasn’t mighty He finally met his phobia                      by: Darah

'stop imagining' the ad said I still don’t get it Isn't life about imaginations? 'become, don’t imagine' it further stated Without my visions, how will I become? Exertion without creativity from inner inspiration Turns into overt lethargy Could it be due to the trepidation of falling? And having no one by one's side? Truth is, everyone is petrified Too scared, they'd rather be in a safe zone Fear basically sucks life out of man The fear of success The dread of failing The anxiety of being in love… I could go on but there's always a catch You could be successful but not rich You could fail with or without trying And you could be in love but not with the one you wanted Then you'd make life worse than it could have been You'd wonder  where it all went wrong Was it when you loved? Or when you chose that career? But I tell you; it was when you stopped imagi...

I had hope Hope, that things could get better This sentiment was trifling It shouldn’t have been noticed But the hole in my heart was so vast So desperate, so desolate… Hope crafted illusions Some label it fantasies, I call it unrealities But I had this hope The odds of a new dimension It felt prodigious, so extraordinary, I felt new Within seconds, I was adrift Lost in this attraction, so engulfed; I overlooked reality My hope for humanity felt so unquestionable I had no second thoughts, no further verification I just held on to hope; held on so tight I didn’t even realize it was gone No, not until I felt empty again Not until I began to drown in veracity It hurt so bad, I craved for the indefinite But, perhaps there's no disparity The definite is the unknown Maybe hope is just a means to be happy What if they are feelings dependent on each other I'm still lost; but not in emotions Lost between the thin line of validity and...

Everything was in order Perfection was in its highest esteem It had taken time to create this life of autonomy She was at peace with God She found forte in her career She knew   She knew she was on the right route A sense of totality was in the air She was content A novel dimension of beautification Then, disruption emerged   A silhouette she couldn’t reach Yet, she felt a connection An attraction so boundless She lost jurisdiction over her body and   mind Her soul was for God  Hence, she prayed to Him 'Give me back my control' She yearned for a stranger He was far from her She was a stranger to him Oblivious of her existence Passively exciting her He had his anomalies But, she wasn’t one of them He craved for the best She was his best But, he knew her not   Despite her burning pleas God refused her He made creation that way And deemed it beautiful Two people; not bound by age or...

This particular thought came to me when I was starting out with this  blogging thing. You know, the idealist in me reached out to one big name in blogging. I wanted to know what it meant to be a blogger, and if I was doing something right or wrong. As at now I still don't have my reply. So this has been a journey of making mistakes and learning the hard way that the little things go a long way and what have you. I am not saying this to hate on him because he is still great, hands down. But do you know what could have been greater, he stepping down from his throne of greatness and helping someone else. That is the greater man. When he or she is self-made, or even when he or she is being  self-made, carries other people along with him or her. (Whew, that is a mouth-full or a brain-full😅) But that is that, you know? It will only get lonely at the top if you did not carry anyone along. So I know it took you years to get where you are. But it is time to start mentorin...

Sorry about being a no show on Friday and during the weekend. I am planning on releasing some featured posts and it just has to be perfect. And while on the issue of no-shows, let's talk about today's motivation. We can all talk a good talk. I do. I say I will post every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and once during the weekend. But does it always happen that way? BIG NO. And that is just that. We can talk a good talk. We can all say, 'yes we can' and yet in our actions we just can't. But that is no reason to quit. Failure is failure. We won't call it any other names. But someone put a different perspective on failure by saying failure is the number of times we have successfully discovered the many things that do not work. Because there are many paths to that one destination, don't be stuck stubbornly on just one route or one door. Wear your failures with pride. Like the scars you can't hide, accept it and work it. Love, Rony.