Days have come, nights have gone and on one of many nights,
I took a walk down memory lane,
Through the boulevard of erstwhile
In possession of this fragile heart,
Forbidden were these territories
The trees dripped of nostalgic waters,
The paths paved with broken dreams,
The ‘what ifs’ ever resounding,
The echoes of words, left unsaid
As I trudge on…
I dabble in a puddle of regret,
There is melancholy in the air
And the gutters reek of apostasy,
The streets littered with once upon a time, friends.
You see, time is a thief,
In hind sight, I see clearly,
Alas, through the eyes of grief,
Its cost, I pay for, dearly.
Like Delilah, you frolic in her arms,
And with words so woven in deceit
With her promise to stay,
You forget those who matter.
…
Why I started writing this? In all honesty, I’m not sure.
Maybe I just needed to put something up on here, as it’s been eons ago that I did so.
Maybe it’s because I really did not know if I could still do this, so I thought I’d give it a shot, anyway.
Maybe it’s because, a once upon a time friend, could read this and forgive me for being such a negligent friend.
I really don’t know.
But one thing, I’m pretty certain about, is that day and night would surely come and at night, in the screaming silence, I’m left with my thoughts and can only hope that these roads I travel, take me to where I want to go.
I’ve come to terms with the truth that no matter how hard I try, I try in futility to hurry the sunrise. So when the days do come and surely they shall, I pray they come easy and the moments they bring, linger.
Yesterday, I walked like a naïve baby, into fire and got burnt.
Today, I know not to walk into one, not to get burnt.
Yesterday, I sailed through the seas of worriment
Today, I walk through the shores of serenity.
Yesterday, I was that sick lad with broom legs.
Today, I’m thankful for each breath.
Yesterday, I saw family turn their back on me.
Today, I appreciate the friend who stayed and became family.
Time after time, my futile attempts to forget my past have worn me out… so, I stop trying and instead, look for a haven for them, not forgetting who I was yesterday or the path I walked on as they have in totality carved who I become, today.
But then, this is what I think, what do I know?
obafuntay 
First thing that came to my mind when I got the mail for this post was “Yay,Finally..”. Now let me read it.
From then till now………funto has grown up, this is matured thinking and writing.
Ha. Gracias!
Great piece. Awesome even. My favourite line “Time after time, my futile attempts to forget my past have worn me out… so, I stop trying and instead, look for a haven for them”
Awesome!!!!
In just one word “BEAUTiFUL”
Sometimes, I wonder how Funto is able to churn out such brilliance even in a casual musing. This, my friend, is good!
Awww This is beautiful. I forgive you for being a negligent friend. You’ll be fine by His grace. Lovely post. 🙂
Nice one 🙂
this is a moving piece of writing
You are a gifted writer.
“…Today, I appreciate the friend who stayed and became family…”
this is one of those “you had me from the first line moments” 🙂
Welcome back…I missed your write up
Welcome back to the land of blogging my good friend.
Thank you, sir.
Funto, you’re such a gifted writer. Beautiful piece.
Bunmi, so are you. Thank you.
Beautiful!
Oh well… so this is your other form of Bribe abi ?
well it has worked o… i Forgive you tiny 🙂
Haha. Glad it worked.
Most of what I read here was relatable. This, especially:
“Yesterday, I saw family turn their back on me.
Today, I appreciate the friend who stayed and became family”
In the end, the things that matter are the things that stuck around for the whole nine yards.
Nice piece. First-time commenter. Definitely won’t be my last visit.
Thanks for reading. I’m glad you can relate.
Yes. Wonderful news. Do stop-by, again.
I really love this piece Funto,it is unique,it is classy!…like someone wrote you have become much much better…ilike!…The poetic touch,the rhymes,the choice of words used,it is totally relatable&highly creative!…that’s why I said its unique&classy…what a nice ‘comeback’ write-up,you are gifted…and you are maximizing your gifts to the fullest,keep it up Funto…you are the best 😉 GOD bless!
You are kind.
Thank you, Nkechi.
“Yesterday, I walked like a naïve baby, into fire and got burnt. Today, I know not to walk into one, not to get burnt.” FUNTO!!! this is really really good! and it HAS been a while since you posted. keep em coming fam 🙂
Wow. Your writing is beautiful Funto, from a beautiful mind no doubt. The way the words flow, the harmony of the words. And I can totally always relate with your posts. Its good to have you back.
Just so truth be told, Obafuntay had me fooled. Got me thinking I was an out-of-this-world poet. Well, now I know better. You’re a great writer/poet. This is breathtakingly honest-to-god beautiful! I’m an avid viewer of anything made of words or photographs and honesty in art is where the beauty lies. I really felt your “pain/heart” in this piece. Someone once said “Don’t write about humanity, write about a man and you’ll captivate your audience.” Love this. Don’t stop writing.
P.S: A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
I’d love you to be the former.
I don’t know how I never got around saying thank you, for this comment. It meant and means a lot. Thank you, Jenim.