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No filters
Each time I’m woundedThere has always been a tendencyTo shut myself inBut a covered plantCannot blossomEven if it doesWhat healthy growth could that be?That’s why I keep shining, I keep smilingEven when it’s difficult dilating my lipsThat’s why I keep doing goodEven when I’m paid ingratitude in returnSee the many things I would have missedHad…
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This too shall pass
Was like some sort of rebirth. Finding oneself in a new land, a strange land. Many of the strongly guarded values back home do not hold here. It’s like some new set of rules for living, tailored to the needs of the people, existed here. A stranger, Louis strolls through the streets of his new…
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You’ll go mad
They say if you read too muchYou’ll go madOf courseIf you drink too muchYou’ll be drunkButDepends on what you’re drinkingAnd what’s fueling the thirstCould be waterFueled by a good workoutIn which caseDrinking is good for healthLike good books to the mindDrink too much practical, useful knowledgeGet drunk with wisdomGet drunk with passionTo see your dreams…
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The inner compass
We’ve come farThough miles still lay aheadBut the view from here is beautifulThere are those who sayIt’s taken too long to arrive hereListening to such voicesHas never produced any progressShut your ears, look only aheadOne stride at a timeIt’s an unusual journeyWhy should those who won’t travel this pathDecide how we journey on it?Listen instead,…
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Respect everybody
The little things of yesterday Grow to become important The confusion of yesterday Clears, and wisdom grows In its placeIgnorance is not staticFools grow wise over timeThese tiny little plants That are indistinguishable From one anotherGrow into thick, giant treesA mighty forestDespise no oneDiscriminate against no oneUnderestimate no oneThere is no soul that has no…
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Some days
Some days I have nothing to saySome days I have no strengthTo push onSome days I’m confusedSome days I feel left behindSo many of my friendsSeem far aheadSome days I find so many things around meAnnoyingSome days I wonderIf I can make itTill the endSome days I have a line-upOf exciting thingsTo look forward toSome…
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Not my Africa!
It was at the reading room I first met him. I couldn’t help but stare. At the dreadlocks. Dirty, unusually bushy, on his tiny, skinny skull. He stood out. In his shabby clothes. A sharp contrast to the atmosphere of decency and order and respect in a room filled with serious students. I wondered what…
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Take a deep breath
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…
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A lot has changed
Giovanni, a lot has changed since you left. Mango Street is no more what it used to be. Remember the spot where Alima and Saada fought one New Year eve? We woke up one morning to find a thief lynched and tied to an electric pole there. We did not know how the whole incident…
Diary of a Wanderer 