BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Childhood always taught us
Our timing does not play in the same sandbox as the Universe
The Great Unknown that knows it all,
From each stroke by the pen of life
Dipped into the paint of fate,
Shows the portrait of one’s journey
With each segment of time
“How come my plans are not aligning?”
“Why are my expectations not met?”
“Why tease me with the goblet of success, only for my pride to peel like an overripe fruit, admitting defeat before my lifelong dreams can twirl and dance?”
Only time will tell
The impact of the seeds being planted in such duration
Starts to sprout and take off.
Only patience and outsiders will see the fruits being grown
Shouting out testimonials that are not false
Only in divine timing,
Will answers be given?
Of unfinished plans
And early
Or unwanted departures
Trust what is meant for you
Will come
In full circle
Not in our self made time slot
But the time frame that was meant to be
At your doorsteps
In its own perfect timing.
