Somedays my perspective is my reality
And some other days life is just too real.
I feel if I get a billion
With all my distractions I’ll be just fine.
I wake up feeling pumped
Only to get my energy deflated midday.
If only I can get a head rub
And whispers of sweet lies, I’ll be just fine.
My reality can be frustrating sometimes.
How am I craving these insatiable desires
Like I don’t know any better,
Real Life.
Nothing makes sense until I zoom out.
In these moments the seeds of disbelief sprout
My convictions are tried and tested
But I guess I can’t complain.
Battling with this inner dialogue.
When I decide to take a break,
I’m faced with my Nigerian realities.
I’m grateful because, Jesus is King.
My Desires 
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