{"id":238,"date":"2022-01-02T08:11:15","date_gmt":"2022-01-02T05:11:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nasahafrica.wordpress.com\/?p=238"},"modified":"2022-01-02T08:11:15","modified_gmt":"2022-01-02T05:11:15","slug":"when-the-times-seem-dark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nasahafrica.com\/?p=238","title":{"rendered":"When the times seem dark"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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<\/pre>Life the breath we all have, breathe 
In moments tumultuous rise up 
For your voice to listen to matters 
Never ever will I ever stop to speak? 
Of this monster in a dark cloud roaring 
Thundering like the whirls of sand 
Lovely souls of men devouring forth 
Who will rise to tame this lion? 
When the times seem dark 
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The psychologist talks of talk therapy 
The psychiatrist of psychiatric meds 
The seer of the future insights to our ails 
The diviners soothsaying and prophecy 
The pastors casting the demons away 
The exorcist expelling the supernatural 
Who will stand to the sand of time? 
When the times seem dark 
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<\/pre>Mama Papa come to Toto and listen 
For thy son calls and wails from within 
You told me heroes shed no tears 
Broken stricken ridden pestilent times 
Of men who never ever dared to care 
Of what ails and eats thy son deep within 
Laughter selfie sickening millennial 
To the dogma of must should and must 
Yet to the toils or foils dare not know 
When the times seem dark 
Who will care to ask if I am okay? 
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To the pillory they committed me 
Noosed hooded like a dodo to oblivion 
Times and seasons never changed on me 
This song, whisper, soliloquy from my soul 
Of me my pain my story stamped to times 
Drenched like a pauper to a stupor 
I wonder when this shall change 
A time for the change we want 
Men shall be men and rise to the occasion 
When the times seem dark 
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<\/pre>How long will we silence this silent whisper? 
Of men into an early eternal siesta 
By hands of the very hands given to care 
Toil and search for solace never granted 
Hold not this breath any longer not to care 
For we are the serene spaces to listen 
To heal the wounded wounds of time 
Decreeing that this news shall suffice not 
Of men early to the grave 
When the times seem dark we listened 
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To hear heal rejuvenate and ignite 
To bring forth the reason to live again 
To find the very purpose we were birthed 
To rise up beyond the dictates of times 
We are who we are, the smile to the world 
The reason you should never give up 
When the times seem dark we rise up 
A new beginning a fresh start a new dawn 
Happy new year a dawn to prosper 
Feel inspired for you matter as they say 
MTU NI WATU NA WATU NI MTU in Africa
Come to my rescue dont let me sink
For the tides of life want to swallow me whole
Am all i am and only human who breaks. 

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The state of affairs around the world, the silenced story of suicide, tabooed in the echelions of our societal dicta. Who are we not to stand in the gap and heal our people. Am here taking the strides, a single step at a time to a place I want to call home, serene, a realm of solace to my soul. Tears of pain trickle down my cheeks watching my comrades call it out and give away the breath we all have so early, so young in their youth yet they could give so much to the world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lets all wake up from this slumber of indifference, take the mantle and rise to the occasion for in this our dispensation of pandemonium, pandemic or to some extent should I call it plandemic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Rise, heal, nurture, rejuvenate and discover the limitless infinite possibilities the universe has been holding hostage.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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