Who is this brave soldier?
This wonderful fighter, hard worker by blood, loving by his team but hated by the enemies.
Who is he to make the hell to his body but just to support his team?
Who is he to just dwell in the ocean of fire,
when he can’t see any life around?
Who are the people he works with?
But then, what if he dies?
Where could his sorrows be?

Could you be called a fighter?

Sometimes back in the last, as part of a youth group, we called ourselves fighters. We enjoyed making some guns, either with plants or sticks, all moving in the same line, all singing as great soldiers. This was our daily games. We did take it seriously that we even had a chief, we called him ”commandant”. He was somehow our agemate but a bit older than us. We all could follow his rules and sometimes overthrown him if he couldn’t defend the team. We engaged in some challenges with some other groups and working harder that our group may be the best.

My team, my people, ready for everything.

Our everything was food. Something from home was shared with all of us and we enjoyed it. All called, #bravesoldiers. We all made sure that everyone is part of the group either at school or in our community so that we can really move together. Brave we were, loving boys we were. All was part of the game as we could have some small soldiers boots, small stick made guns and some water for energy. The game was so suit that we could organise some team work amidst us. Some of us had nothing to give, either food or any skill such as making some small stick defense, all were trained and became as strong as we were.

This was part of my childhood

How was yours? Boring or just skeptic. I mean not enjoying your best time. Well, some situations did occur in one way or the other. This made me realize that ended somewhere in life there will always be a challenge and we should act as brave soldiers.

As a child, it was a jocke but as a grew up I found it was a reality. The first one in our line made sure that the team is safe. He could start the journey, but also the last could make sure that no one is on our back which was awesome. Real movie played in us. No one could actually follow us but we could construct that in our own imagination do as to be prepared for everything.

Hummm….

Well, it’s still amazing to remember that.

I mean a brave soldier. Can you imagine we all acted as real soldiers? In actual terms I realised that this life worth a fight, challenge to realise wherever we wish. Have you ever felt like giving up when your heart still says ” you can make it” some voice keeps saying ”stop there” but surprisingly ” your legs keep moving”. Amazing. Best on some few research done, only those reaching that ending line succeed. Nothing is got from free. I actually came to realise why dictators hardly leave power than Democrats. Democrats are elected, not a big deal. But Dictators start from grass to Grace, they fight for the power and can hardly move it back.

I would say I’m brave, but have a lot to achieve. This world is so round to the extend that we actually fell like coming black to the same point. Repeating the same mistakes and living the same life. Paying rent, school fees, working and then waiting for the salary. Actually, most people do spend most of their salaries while forgetting that once a day they will need those resources. But if the war bast? Well I’m not a saddist but our lives worth precautions.

A TIME AS THIS.....

A time as this the world will say it all
Where the best of his life will be for all
Putting him into the headline for all to see
That which was only achieved from his sweat

He who blessed him will bless the nation
When everything was worse he made it better
He did what he could with all his passion
With the burning desire to bring out his best.

My life is all surrounded with a thousand goals.
If I could I would have no purpose
Just to sleep and wake up with empty palms
When all our my dreams would say #pause
To act as if I had no reason to live.