{"id":1569,"date":"2009-01-23T09:58:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-23T09:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1569"},"modified":"2009-01-23T09:58:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-23T09:58:00","slug":"kayode-isaacs-got-a-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/kayode-isaacs-got-a-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Kayode Isaac's got a life"},"content":{"rendered":"

My Life\u2019s Back<\/span>


I was doing this before, steadily \u2013<\/span>
And for my age and range, doing it well<\/span>
Cuddling you, molding you, making-up and dressing your contents<\/span>
I was using you, not only as the butter for my bread <\/span>
But also as the point of my strength \u2013 the only meal that truly revives me<\/span>
Eating you with all my strength to gain more.<\/span>

No fame, fortune or flaunt<\/span>
I wasn\u2019t looking for them anyway, their fourth friend is failure<\/span>
Within me though, I was getting what you give and give abundantly;<\/span>
You were giving me life<\/span>
Until I chose the path of lifelessness \u2013 not death<\/span>
For they are three: life, lifelessness and death!<\/span>

Now that I\u2019ve squandered my lifelessness and hate death,<\/span>
I need my life back \u2013 the pen and paper; the creativity; the tranquility<\/span>
My bread, on which I coat you, my butter<\/span>
My palm oil with which I eat the yam of life<\/span>
I need you in my life, dear life<\/span>
Death I hate and lifelessness I have exhausted! <\/span>


* Kayode Isaac is a reporter for a society magazine in Lagos, Nigeria.<\/span>
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