Chronicles of a Journeyman

Your hour, my hour, their hour, they are all ours Time is never still, always rowing on all oars Ever on the move, always a chance for a choice And the choices we make, bring us sorrows or joys   Toyin Taiwo, 2020

We sing, for the audience of OneWe dance, for the audience of OneWe love, for the audience of One

Get you a moral compass, man of GodOne that points you clearly to the True NorthAnd keeps you safe on the narrow courseIn the journey to your God-given destiny

The gang I swore never to join, I now lead“Prophesy to us, loser”, they taunt“Which one of us will betray you next?”

It’s the year of the Virus, a special seasonWhen women and men are kept in isolationAnd cities are locked down in fearful dismay. People are proud to mind the distanceAs others descend into the abyss of hunger.The hours fly by as the days roll into weeksAnd weeks blend into months…

Like the stars at dawn,The dusk of the weary night,He’s fading away.

The finger that wrote on the wall in Babylon Mysterious words wise men could not decode That wrote on the temple grounds in Jerusalem Unspoken words law teachers could not decipher

“Taiwo…you…I don’t know…I don’t know….you, you are becoming complacent.”   He said no more than that. And that was the first time I heard the word ‘complacent’. I hurried to my dictionary as soon as I got back to the dormitory later that afternoon, and checked out the meaning of…