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Weekly Insight: Ola The Poet – Dark


The mirror reflects me. My shadow resembles me. The outline manifests my overall being an the dark infill is a carbon copy of my mind set.

If the sun was to shine on me. Do you think my shadow will glimmer? Would it twinkle a bit and show the light that’s in me? Or would it highlight my insecurities and fears?

Have you ever tasted cordial without dilution? It feels like an attack
on your taste buds. Similar to acid water shredding down your inner
mouth piece leaving you empty. Water is the best component, It has no enemy. But the sweet taste of something so rife is better than a light that dimmers in the dark. Would I glimmer in the dark?

Have you ever been so overwhelmed that you step out of your self? In a zone where only you communicate feelings of despair and faith, where understanding is clear but the only recipient is you? Where inadequacy becomes your bestie and lies become a favourite past time?

Have you ever been afraid of dreaming? Where your knitted thoughts are weaved into a realm of freedom? Where heartbeats follow the sound of your drums and fear isn’t a language. Have you ever felt empty? Like nothing else matters? Have you ever dreamt?

During the day your shadow is transparent because of the sun yet in
the dark it is a reflection of you when night falls. Did you know that you were the Sun and that your shadow only appears when you believe that darkness is where you reign?

Did you know that a King/Queen reigns during the storm, when the
clouds are dark and thunder hits with lighting bolts, did you know
then, only then you rise above your shadow and become THE LIGHT.

Only in your shadow will the outlines embody greatness, with trickles of anointing your mirror will show a reflection of struggles and pain.

So when you walk in the dark. Your shadow will exhibit your life through its outlines and they will see the light which reigns.

Only in darkness will light reign.

You are THE LIGHT.

By Ola the Poet

Weekly Insight: Ola The Poet – It’s OK…

It’s OK!

Salty eyes cause blind vision,
The aim of your bullet is to execute,
Now seeing is believing and with those eyes worlds are created with
Pacifics form in the lower deck of your eyelids,
Eyelashes manifest in the gathering of tears,
Droplets like rain and thunder,
As one splatters, the universe becomes separated,

One oval shaped teardrop multiplied in many create an instagram of your life,
The cuts that manipulate their way through my conscious,

Lead me to believe that its ok,
Like a drunk to whisky the sour scent lingers like fish in
Billingsgate market and expose me to honesty,

Once again I am reminded, it is Ok!
No photocopies this time round, the stained cheeks of Remel are tainted,
The occupation of my fluttering eyelashes like ostrich feathers became a chore when salt parted ways with me like Moses and the Red Sea,

Yet! In the mist of euphoria and red eyes, in the moment of synergy
and dynamics,
Of broken esteems and self integrity,
In a corner where drunkards relive bursting flames,
I am told, in a voice disguised as an angel,

It is Ok! To cry,
For waters that settle in vision are interpreted like the imprisoned Joseph,

It is Ok! To cry, the strength of you does not reduce but rather
increase, as a man who cries shows true emotion,

It is Ok! Your value doesn’t reside on your fallen tears, but in you
where redemption holds president.

It is Ok! To cry, for tears show humility and grace.

Grace hails from he who’s image you were made in.

It is OK to cry – let’s them flow buckets full and in time they will
read it like braille,
And every aspect will be highlighted in the midst of witnesses

It’s Ok! To cry – for the release of baggages are fluent than that of
a closed mouth.

By Ola the Poet

Weekly Insight: Ola The Poet – Journey

Walk a mile in my shoes they say,
You have No IDEA what its like they say,
Its like a walk in the park for you they say,
That’s what they do. They say.

In a parallel universe I am all that I am. In a pair of Jimmy Choo’s
or vans. I walk in them with confidence,
Knowing that my struggles get left behind with each step,
I’m gliding.. Almost like walking on water.

But in the space of reality I am drowning, having to learn how to swim at every chance I get, it seems like my struggles are heavier than perceived.

In a society where we squeeze into what we aren’t and pretend to be what we aren’t just for acceptance and satisfaction, I’d rather stick with my 3year old pair of Clark shoes and walk the streets with pride, head held up high,

As old and tattered it maybe they are my foundation,
Throughout my journey they have manifested into what my purpose is, Swap them for a fresh pair of Toms or Converse’s I will never do for my journey is a different one. My lessons learned and taught in them a more rewarding than a moment of boasting and flashing lights.

My mother once told me that patience is gained when tested and
solutions are found when you look at your situation from the outside
looking in and that rushing for what you want may not necessarily be what you get because your journey at each chapter in your life is a different. The comparison to those around you will lead to self

So I say to you. If like me you still walking in your pair of old
shoes.. Keep walking because the day will come when those shoes will manifest into the person you have become.

Keep Walking – Head Held HIGH – Keep Rising