Diary of a Wanderer

Tag: Moonwashed musings

  • The night before the excursion

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    The night before that excursion, Ghana played against Uruguay, a key match in the 2010 World Cup tournament in South Africa. The Black Stars of Ghana had built up so much hope in the public and in many Africans. They were the only African team that had not being knocked out yet. There were even…

  • Celebration bells chime

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    Celebration bells chimeCrowdsIt’s the sound of a multitude’s feetRushing to a chapelCuriositySeemed impossibleLike strange news in strange landsAllergic to happening on home soilYet here it wasThe season when the impossible blossomsAwakening the sleeping faithOf many doubtful onesIt’s a weddingThe kind that gives hopeTo many singlesThe long hand of faithClasped in patienceIs long enoughTo reach fruitsOutside…

  • Scent of fresh paint

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    The scent of fresh paint on house walls MemoriesOf fresh beginningsof moving into a new house A tipof the icebergOf a goldmineOf simple life pleasuresTaken for granted https://wp.me/p4GQQl-CXc

  • The Games

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    It was a family fun day. But the arrangements under the canopies were not according to families. This was the Body of Christ so every person under each canopy was seen as family. I knew no one. Threading cautiously, I entered the venue, a park. Things were done differently in this new church. There was…

  • Medieval Chapel

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    I enter a medieval chapelTrapped in the ancient architecture A distinctive atmosphere I grope for a labelI marvel at the mysteryAnd mastery Of the designsThe dexterity The pain and passion pumped into the projectImpressively appealing A signature of past lives and past timesIn its walls, I sense the sweat of the workersAnd the desperation of…

  • What is maturity?

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    What is maturitywithout the ability to keep secrets? Why tell a secret if it increases the probability That trust will be brokenThat old wounds will be opened What is lifewithout timeTo tailor one’s lifestyle to one’s tastes? Why the hasteWhy the raceAs if this life is a competitionAs if being busy is what brings recognition…

  • Go places

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    It’s a beautiful worldSo beautiful sometimes it makes you forgetYour worries, sorrows and little lifeWhen you think of the vastness of this universeDoesn’t it inspire you to dream big?Don’t you see finger and footprints of a Mighty Being?Aren’t you ashamed of the many ways we destroy its beauty and peace?Do you see traces of the…

  • A script of shallow truths

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    When everything is working for you,you think you know the rulesWhen everything stops working for youYou shrink into a script of shallow truthsYou stink with echoes of ruinsHow a tiny pore can spark a ship’s demiseHow a mighty fall can reveal subtle pride https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C5w

  • A floating ball

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    A floating ball, roamingCombing spaceA lone habitable bubble, moaningDrifting in a hazeA particleIn a vast expansion of heat and iceTeaming up in hasteTurningSearchingWith a giant searchlightReaching far into spaceBeckoning us to look beyondOur little livesAnd reach for worlds unheard ofPromises of pleasures undiscovered https://wp.me/p4GQQl-BNp

  • Beautiful finish

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    Smart startBeautiful finish Many startFew finish Beautiful placesUgly routesUgly race One successMany failuresMany setbacksMany despair Awake, dreamPlan, execute Brighter daysLay ahead https://wp.me/p4GQQl-C69

  • It will take time

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    What is strengthIf one has never known weakness?What is freedomTo one who has never being oppressed?What is loyaltyTo one who has never been let down?What is unityWithout trying timesThat force people to collaborate?How good is a bondThat has never been tested?All these, lessons time teaches. SplendidThe things found in time’s houseIn time’s yardStrength, blossoming in…

  • Take a deep breath

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    Sometimes we try to read meanings into many things that happen to us. Oh, the unusual way we met that old friend? That must be a sign. Or the way an incident occurred thrice on the same date in three years, that is definitely a miracle. We think the way our name rhymes with that…

  • Drowsy fantasies

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    The world is harshLife is toughIn the heat of the hustleThere’s always that longingFor some form of escapeFrom harsh realitiesI turn to musicMusic turns meTo my imaginationsAnd my imaginationsTurn me to myselfI reach deep insideAnd awaken drowsy fantasiesForetelling possibilitiesThat can grow into realitiesGiven the proper nurture

  • So much more

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    A vast universeOf wonders and magicSo much to exploreSo much to devourWhy live a lifeSqueezed into a bottleWhen there’s so much spaceToWonderDanceSingEatImagineCreate As you stand at the shoreListening to seaside whispersCan you feel the inspirationTo be so much more?

  • An equal match

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    This pull is strongLike the depths of the oceansOn the sinking TitanicBut, giving in is wrong It’s the old cage againIts familiarity and warmthMagnetic like the lure of a seductressBut, I remain blind to its baits I’ve chosen the narrow pathLong and uncertainTough as this journey may seemIt’ll find me an equal match

  • Emerge victorious

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    I’ll pretend all is wellI’ll return to where I fellI’ll rehearse all I’ve learntI’ll recover all I’ve lostI’ll defend it with all I’ve got I’ll assemble all the meansI’ll discover all I can beI’ll travel wherever this path leadsI’ll be tagged notoriousI’ll emerge victorious

  • Unbroken streak

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    The headlamp in the skydims, another day goes byAn unbroken streakThat’s outlived the strong and weak The next chance to trybeams, whether it lays so nighOr buried very deepThat’s for tomorrow to reveal The best tides to rideis sleep, in order to riseOne must sometimes kneelblushed in the harrowing ordeal https://wp.me/p4GQQl-AUR

  • Embracing the twists

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    Yesterday was a party Today I retire to solitude And uncertainty Embracing it all with gratitude https://wp.me/p4GQQl-AHa

  • Only a spectator

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    In the mist, muffled stomping of a horse’s feetThe sound grows louder, bursting through the fogunto the cold, wooden bridge in the form of a hysterical horseinfected by the spirit of its rider. As the neighing fades, I stare, bewilderedOnly a spectator till I’m a victimWhat can I hope forWhen I do not understand? https://wp.me/p4GQQl-zvd

  • Youth and priorities

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    Fresh haircutFeels like he’s won a lotteryHis face, lit with sheepish joyAs he runs through the rainThe attention of amused onlookersA canned drink in his right handOff to impress some local girlWith his wicked haircutYouth and prioritiesWill soon grow upAnd outgrow all these https://wp.me/p4GQQl-ser

  • If you believe

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    in every heroyou saw yourself, Rambo,Van Dame, Beastmaster,Schwarzenegger, Texas Rangerand the hustler in a ghettowho believed in a brighter tomorrow why have you let a few tearsyou’ve shed over the yearsdampen your belief in yourselfand steal the joy in goals you’ve set?give ignitiononce again, to your ambitions autumn is timefor shedding leaves, go ahead and…

  • wind of change

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    unspoken ruleswoven into lightening whipsland mercilessly on the backsof storm cloudsthey charge across the skylike chariots of fireracing after the windit’s a race for timein a wind of changedisguised as a thunderstormwhich won’t be here for long https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/27/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-thunderstorm-september-27-2022/

  • One sea, Two scenes

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    Birds on a seashoreTweeting gleefully, like kids on a seesawFamiliar notes, like those of a theme songPositive vibes, for the weak and strong Waves, heaving like a sleeping dragonIts patience, creaking like a weeping wagonFuming, like a seething PythonAll its theatrics, fleeting, bygone https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/20/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-theatrics-september-20-2022/

  • Festival of dreams

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    Inhabitants of villages in the darknessof a dark continentof black peoplewith dark hopesin the city of lights for the first timethe mesmerizing effectsmake a people feel guiltyfor staining the bedazzling sightwith their inferior skin and identitythey wonderif there’s space in the lightfor the blacksomewhere in the massesstands a little black boyblind to critics, racists,politricks,politics,  and…

  • Evening

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    An audience of trees and wild beasts Sit in darkness Watching the lit giant sky screen As rafts of gilded clouds Waft towards the blazing sun Like aircraft returning To a warship https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/06/moonwashed-challenge-gilded-september-6-2022/

  • Drink extra

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    Some take alcohol To give them courage To carry out daunting tasks A person must drink extra If ordinary must be done extraordinarily That’s why I drink inspiration In suicidal doses Got a big life to live https://amanpan.blog/2022/08/23/moonwashed-challenge-ambitious-august-23-2022/

  • Thousand Years

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    The moon sits Like a firstborn whose place has been taken By her father’s sun Simply because she is a woman August night is her birthnight And no star is here to give her wishes Even the ducks have turned their backs on her Take solace, opalescent moon Breathless and sultry On a humid August…

  • Aching for a walk

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    It’s a hazy Friday afternoon End of a long fasting and prayer Under mango trees in the bush Hurrying home ahead of my parents To break my fast before my fast breaks me Having filled my belly, my legs ache for a walk In the stretches of vast Savannah grasslands I stroll in the woods,…

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