Crippled Mind

A farmer caught a pigeon
Inside a cage, he nurtured it
Now, the farmer to the bird, was mean
He deprived it of life’s necessities.

The bird was kept in the house
Denied access to sunlight,
It grew up believing in the non-existence of light
After all, it never saw the outside world.

Years later the farmer died
And the farmer’s son, aloud said:
“I have no need for this bird
It is old and as good as dead”

Out he took the cage,
Its door he opened expecting flapping wings,
The bird which should have flown in rage
Stood there, paralysed with astonishment.

The farmer took the bird out of the cage
And carefully set it on its feet
The bird with wings flew not
Its mind was already crippled.

Many of us are like this proverbial bird
JESUS CHRIST has set us free
But still, we hold tight to the past
Refusing to let go of a slave’s mentality

We all have been redeemed
Let’s free ourselves from an old slavery
Let’s soar to higher heights
And not be crippled by our pasts.

Ajegbomogun Olufunke
© 2020

Slavery

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And daily the human problem grows deeper
The slavery stretch wider
Idea, vision is burnt before me like a paper.
It’s crazy, slavery.

It has become so obvious
That I as a poor man
Will find it tough and rough to reach that destination
That I as a rich man
Will forever be happy
When I choke people’s dream
Just to buy fame, it’s a shame
It tames
No gain, but pain.

I keep asking myself
What is my purpose?
Am I So close?
For as a human
My freedom is ranked in the kingdom
Is it then my fault?
To abide with this default thing, slavery
Stop blaming me
The world has taught me
The mentality to compete and not share
The ideology that to be better you need to defeat or you will miss your feet
The demonstration to be selfish and live without showing care
I have become a robot
bred to dare and not share
Slavery, it’s crazy

Does it make me better
If I continue to live selfishly
Have I found joy?
Am I satisfied?
I the enemy of my race
I criticize, analyze
Thinking it is my purpose.
World! What have we become
Are we better with this?

Blimey! It’s not over yet
Slavery should not be our thing
Neither rivalry
Let’s live in love
And build up
This is what make us humans.

Author note:
” Slavery in this context means that every person born into this world has a role, a contribution to make and this individual contributions has an impact on our lives in general. Therefore, when a person’s life lacks the opportunities needed to make its contributions, we all suffer for it – we are all enslaved by it (the inability of individual expression). Love is the key, God is love”