Note To Self

Born an uncertain foetus.
Before sprouting your wings,
fully transforming into human-being.
You were meant to be.
You lived. You’re living.
But how much of it? What? Life!

Every day, you’re forced to choose between life and death,
growth and misery.
Yet, you never cease to amaze me.
They say it a thousand and ten times.

Hello, to the ones who meant it for good,
and to the ones who wanted to darken your shine
your laughter conquered the minds so deeply it tore them apart!

Julia Nana-Fosua.
Your Nana is a proud Nana
And your mama? She smiles — wondering in awe.

Each chance your name, and the thought of a baby she once carried strikes her mind. She imagines a girl who’s too young. Yet willing and determined to prove herself. No maybe not prove herself – Be herself!

She pauses and wonders how good-or how much worse-this action might be for those who are different, or yet so much like her

The fear of resulting in nothingness. The shame. The guilt. The toll that being vulnerable has taken on her life. She’s very afraid!

Ama.
You’re too consciously awake. It scares you to live. But you live anyway.

And then your mind’s scrutiny leaves traces of wrongs, red flags, and insecurities.
You run as if the world itself were chasing you — a goose without a nest!

What are you scared of?
Life’s hard, yes.

Yet you continually find a rescuing path whenever you hit crossroads

The future is with God.

But the G-spot is so strong, you hardly ever gave a listening duck to the S-spot! That’s the spirit!

You have the potential to change the world.
The zeal of a helpless man, I can hardly absorb.
You’re incredible.

But your heart,
an awakening every moment you encounter a speech, a moment with it.

Surrender!