Eneh Akpan Writes: Psychology

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Painted

I am not afraid to die.

I’m just taking precautions so it don’t trigger the dynamite

And explode before my years on earth are full and ripe.

Why, ‘it’s only the eyes of a child

That fears a painted devil,’ right?

I was born with dynamic potentials

I made up my mind to ignore the inconsequential.

But ya’ll played me like I was a fool,

Disrespected my uniqueness without a clue

And unanimously labeled me, born to lose.

There’s a profound and startling mystery in the fall of a sparrow.

I see no obstacles though; just a bunch of scarecrows-

Cause it’s a fine line between seeing it and taking it.

You may shove that jive dude, it ain’t what I need.

This genius flies without jets

I’m so fired up I can single-handedly eat up the moment.

I’ll take the fragments of a dream and build with it.

But always, ya’ll played me like I was the fool,

Disrespected my ingenuity without a clue,

And gave the unanimous vote that I was born to lose.

Now, I think I know a little bit about why folks say

Life is based on the choices we make.

Cause in the time hate rounded me up like a lake?

If I chose not to believe in the stuff I’m made of

And face the challenges, call your bluff?

My story would be way beyond told and into the land of history.

That I multiplied kills you, isn’t that about the size of it?

All that time playing me like I was the fool,

Your comeuppance crept on you without a clue,

You and ya’ll unanimous votes. But hey! Jokes on you.

Akpan

Sunday, November 7, 2010

License to Steal

President Barack Obama presenting Maya Angelou
with the Presidential Medal of
Freedom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Spewing on the insides of the species are latent properties, poignant assets to usher in our becoming. Diving into the aspects holds a rare kind of electrifying activity. We all are created with a dash of creative abilities. Tucked right in there within all of us like a truckload of chicken waiting to be plucked. You could reach inside this very minute and make a grab 'cause it's yours for the taking.

We are sufficient in ourselves. "Now, hold it right there", you say. "Ain't that flaunting?" No, I reply. No it is not. Unless my words lean to the reasoning that I do not need you and you do not need me. But that isn't what I mean and we do need one another. That's one reason you read this.

On another level, it's such fun to know that when my skull hits the pillow at night, that right there in bed with me is the power to write my own reality; that when the lids of my eyes are afire with the red glow which signifies the morning sun is coming through my window and is on my face; that at the very moment of my waking, the source of my relevance in this world jumps out of bed with me; that he or she is with me as I type this words.

We need to remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed. Maya Angelou.

It's crazy what we possess in the light of the individual's outlook of his own personality. And I ain't talking wit, buddy. I'm talking homegrown ability that has origins in your heart!

You got what it takes. I got what it takes. We got what it takes to walk the ocean floor and never have to breathe! Never, ever, ever, ever!

Most of us have no idea of our real creative height, we are much more gifted than we know. Julia Cameron.

I can sense the tide coming in. And just maybe, I need this more than you do. Maybe, I'm talking to myself after all. When you have just one molecule of your limitlessness placed under a light microscope and magnified forty times over to present all the glittering details . . . No feeling on earth is as powerful as that. To stand in the knowing of who you are, top that with a premise that you have absolutely nothing to prove to anybody, is like a license to steal.

Keep Your pen bleeding!

Akpan