You are twice as lucky as the number seven
when you’re twenty-seven, I once read.
But youth is war,
and adulthood is freedom in a prison yard.
The spoils of war are never equal
to the blow of loss when you hit the wall.
Sometimes I do wonder if
I’m ever going to make it back home.
’cause I’ve come so far that I feel so lost and alone.
And if life is a journey,
I think I need my tour guide right now.
Because I’m losing myself,
trying to find the me I’m supposed to be.
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Wilfred Yeminifie Deigh hails from Okpoama in Brass LGA of Bayelsa. He hold a bachelor’s degree in Petroleum Engineering from Niger Delta University and loves writing about love, society, life and host of other things.
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Written by : Michael Afenfia
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