Malik Ademola

DRIPPING WORDS 0003 FOR HOME NO LONGER HARBOURS IT, WHERE THEN SHALL I SEEK IT? "I am a victim, and peace no longer resides in my heart, even when I'm home. You can relate with this platitude "Home is where peace resides", but in my home, reverse is the case, peace is lost at home. Everyone lives under a façade, so to say, for I can't speak for everyone but myself. l live under a façade of a peaceful house, (emphasis is made on the peaceful house). Every day of my life, ever since the dramatic turn of event a decade ago, I've been searching for peace. My heart, soul, every part of me has been searching for it, but I haven't found it, not yet. And I know many of you will wonder what took away my peace, what had thrown me into the dungeon of self-hatred, what lowered my self-efficacy, and what disorganized my self-esteem. Those questions, I hope you find answers to it in my story, and that's if there is one. I was less than ten when my life changed...

DRIPPING WORDS 0002 STOP RAPING YOUR DREAMS Empirically, I don't care if you accede to this or not, but we've been living under the duress of the temptation created by our imaginary minds. The duress is or may be cloaked in robes of fear that are beautifully embroidered with ornament of dreams, and a little "shaking of the table" may strip off the beautiful adornment on the duress, and it becomes naked, making your fears vulnerable, and your dreams, somewhat achievable. But we are afraid of our duress, and fears getting naked, so we keep the beautiful robes round its waste, round its body and therein allow our dreams to get raped by some unknown or perhaps known dream reapers. Permit me to tell you the story of a boy who was uncertain of the future, but still called the shot. There was once a brilliant boy (couch up the definition of your brilliance) who lived in fears, like stating earlier, his fears had several dimensions - fear of failing, fear of not succ...