The Sweet, Small But Misguiding Voice

Categories Meditation, Tales From My Fertile Mind

The sweet, small voice
tells me the enticing words and,
although a hunch says
it’s the wrong thing to do,
the sweet, small voice says it’s OK.
And so I do it anyway
with dire consequences
most of the time.

The sweet, small voice
tells me that a little cake
and soda will not kill me,
contrary to the doctor’s advice;
and so I partake, but before long
I am hospitalized
because the sugar levels have hit the roof.

The sweet, small voice
tells me that parents aren’t worth visiting;
that home is far and I was there just the other day,
and so it becomes a year or two
after the last visit;
but before long they pass on;
alone, lonely, and dejected.

The sweet, small voice
tells me that I am a fool because
I am not seizing glaring opportunities
to make me rich quicker;
and before long
I take what is not mine
without any intention to pay back.
And so I end up in jail
or dead.

The sweet, small voice
tells me to take just one for the road
to cool the nerves;
and to enjoy the hard-earned salary.
Before long I have taken too much.
I quickly forget that I shouldn’t drink and drive;
I end up in a fatal accident
because I overtook when danger was lurking.

The sweet, small voice
tells me that I am still young,
that the grass on the other side is greener,
that the food is better over the fence,
even though the years are showing.
I quickly forget that I promised to stand by her
Through the rocking years;
Before long I end up taking another,
I end up leaving my children and spouse,
devastated and heartbroken,
when they needed me most.

The sweet, small voice
Tells me that I am the most important person in the meeting,
because I am the best paid employee around.
But my ego balloon quickly pops
when the stranger seated next to me,
the one to whom I was bragging a few seconds before,
is called upon to describe how he rose through the ranks,
to become the Africa Region CEO
of the blue chip company that I work for.

The sweet, small voice
has taught me to trust it
at my own peril.
And therefore I must learn quickly
to always trust my heart,
my visceral sense
or my gut feeling.
Never again
shall I allow myself
to be misled by,
the sweet, small voice.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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