MARIAM ALAYANDE

If I were to tell you; you have 12 new chapters and 365 new chances. Would you believe me? I guess you would, but do you know that there is nothing new about the new year? As Albert Einstein said; 'Time is an illusion', a human construction. Crossing over to a new year doesn’t change anything, we don’t magical cross through a portal and ta-da everything is reborn. Therefore, the entire ‘New year, New me’ is an adorned balderdash. If you believe you have to wait until the date is ‘January 1, 2019’ before you’ll be happy to see a new day or do whatever it is you’ve always wanted to do or even make that crucial change in your life then, we’ve got a problem.                                The spirit of procrastination embedded in the realm of hearts wouldn’t be exorcised during the crossover. It's a new year, yet it’s the same old you. If you want to make any changes, you should start now. The begi...

     Christmas knocks at our doors hastily, the celebration of the birth of Christ. The weather in Lagos, Nigeria is certainly a heart-warming relief in comparison to that of Moscow, Russia.      As I accompanied my cousin Kike to shop for Christmas tree ornaments. I couldn’t help but think about the articles I read about 25 December being inaccurate as the date of the birth of Christ. Apparently, 25 December was first identified as the date of Jesus’ birth by Sextus Julius Africanus in 221. The origin of this date is that 25 December  was the Christianizing of the   day of the birth of the unconquered sun , a popular holiday in the Roman Empire that celebrated the winter solstice as a symbol of the resurgence of the sun and later was related to the birth of the son…      Well, Birth of the Sun or Son. Christmas is Christmas and that’s final. I’m not willing to let theories get in the way of my family’...

Pain desires to forsake my soul, Will I let her? Time flew away with the monarch butterfly, birthing generations of pain. Who do I give her to? Who wants the devil and her spawns? Do you? I don't. For she and I are no longer pallies, We are nothing but old acquittances, The fire of secrets that kept us safe and warm in each other's arms is now wet ash. The brick of shame we hid behind; shattered, You can go now. Go to your creator, No one buys pain around here, Be the epitome of karma, My gift to your creator, Torment and birth more generations with your creator, but utter not my name for eternity. THANK YOU FOR READING, DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR COMMENT, LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE. WRITTEN BY: MA.TEMI PHOTO BY: UNKNOWN (No copyright infringement is intended)