Monthly Archives: March 2018
It was a cold evening. I lost it, like menchum fall sweat came down so fast I could taste every salty drop. I had to run away the melody in my head was far from style plus’ and glory drops’. My conscience was smiling as a ran out of that filthy environment. Guilty was my nickname at that time, and my mind wasn’t ready for any further enjoyment.
I ran as fast as I could, with no plans of looking back, I directed all the energy from the food to my feet.
I arrived safely. Now the question is, what was i running from?. It wasn’t the police, it wasn’t an angry father chasing me for chasing her daughter, it wasn’t a crime scene either. I was running from me, Yes!…I was “usain bolting” myself from my own track, my own platform, my own lifestyle. The true definition of me. I left my true self behind out of fear, I didn’t believe one bit in me. I was scared to “bandy Kiki” my ideas, my creativity, my enigma energy and more.
Don’t leave yourself behind, don’t be ashame to show up with the real you inside. Don’t enter the room with a copied personality thinking you are going to paste greatness in their minds. Don’t be politically correct with yourself only to be given a CPDM treatment at the end of the day.
If you must run, runaway from the fake YOU, the broke YOU, the I will make it happen and nothing happens at the end of the day. Run if you must, for when you are gone, they will respect you for running an impactful race and not for a triumphant arrival.
And as always, thanks for reading…