A flash of light, beams of my spirit clear the way for
subtle feelings of my mind. In an attempt of greatness, my mind looks beyond
the original. In the physique of my mind I thought I could beguile but behold
it crunches and cranks up like a cranking prawn. I laughed so loud as the light
was only a mirage, yes a mirage of hope, but could it really be? What! Did I
say so? Of course it is. A lively hope of glory circling the fruitful pleasures
of my heart with thoughts bubbling in my head yet never to be unlocked. Fluttering
in my mind are unlimited pleasures of imaginations so wide and fair that I
wonder casting it becomes my lot so much of it that I fear. But behold the
light comes again, this time shinning like an unusual fire fly. The dragons in
my heart begging to refuse but like a net on fire caught in the locks of misery,
I jump into the pool of imagination again. The condition of my heart tells of
the yearning of a better "imaginator" never to let me alone working
the battle of my mind. In him I find an assurance that this flicking light will
never go off; this light lightening the deep desires of my soul will never be
put out.
Like a hunter's torch, my heart keeps burning within,
outside, deeper and lower---what a confusion!! I run back to this man whose
personality keeps me bewildered and never to stutter again. I cling to him for
my life lies in his breast with my hands stretching to hold just the hem of his
flowing garment so I would be declared free from the prison of my mind knowing
I'd found a comely physician whose eyes dazzle with glory.
And now like a child I cower at the blazing glory of his
soothing presence. Even if I flicker, cower, stutter, tremble, it is only in
the cloves of his beautiful heart; a heart full of love for me. He picks up my
imagination, weighing it on the scale of his feet and declared me discharged
and acquitted. I marvel at this glorious declaration. Can this be me? I have run
a full race into Adam's line of thought but now my days of glory have started
for he has renewed my mind.
As stunning as it seems I know this time it's real, no
longer a mirage, no longer news, but a long-lasting reality hunting and binding
me. Let this love flow to my whole being, cleansing the envisions of uncultured
heart for tonight, this day, I give my flickering mind to the glory of his
imagination....
Written by:
Mgbebuihe Obioma Esther
Department of Educational Foundations
English and Literature
University Of Benin.
Lovely write-up Oby, well done.
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