WHAT DOES A SILVER SPOON LOOK LIKE....#iAsk?

It has counted from days into a week from the last time i made you read from me. To say that i have been busy will be a cosmetic lie on a sticky gloss. What if truly i have been busy? Busy in my head; reassembling my mental chords. That is not to say that your darling Sa'eedah has gone haywire lol;- but seriously! believe me when i say " i have been busy" and i just said it.
     Busy gritting on the next dimension to take in making y'all have a bite of my imaginary cake of thoughts. I dont want to take forever over this yet i dont  want to fail my promise of not making it boring. Ask me how i write; i tell you i write deeply and personally. Those who tagged me a melancholic writer have even been fair with their judgement about me. Truly life is not fair perhaps to say life hasnt been fair, yet its sweetness can seem to be immeasurable.
     When i hold a pen by the neck to write; it feels like i want to strangle and squeeze out all its ink till it paints the whole of within me in writing. For every person that in one way or the other reads from me or have read from me;-texts, my tweets, scribbled notes or whatsoever has sure had a portion be it little of my inner mind. The real me!
      For the death of all unspoken words,i revive them all in "writing out my heart" The soul is mine to which i source my writings from, the eyes are yours to read, the head is yours to shelter an atom of my words. Not forgetting that you own minds as much as i do;- i only write, you do the most job taking the time to read, understand, and digest the jargons i have put together again.
      In conclusion of my preambles, i only mean to say that "as personal as i may seem to write, i am taking the sweat of being on the same plain with my readers and not just consume you in the selfishness of my lone thoughts" its a public writing that i expect varying opinions from.


Hand in hand with my fingers twined into yours, lets take a walk like by the water banks at dusk together into the arena of today's matter. *back to the matter* (in Wizkid's voice). If only my readers have all migrated to India and began eating with their bare hands, hence a spoon will be an ish in here.I can bet even in the darkest side of the world where civilization hasnt blinked for a sec, they know what a spoon is, be it wood or earthen. Read my theme loudly, i just asked what a silver spoon looks like? Not just a spoon!

Every birth is noble cos it wasnt child's play in 9monts and the life-taking labour of paturition but what glorifies the cause of our birth is our existence from the first respiration. As sinless as they call a baby he knows what life is from the moment he cries to the that welcome slap on the butts. Yea! He's alive!! And who says babies dont know nothing, gone are the days babies sleep in snug of trance for eternity before they can make a face. Oh boy! now they even shine their eyes wella and observe before they pop out their head.Some babies will even show stunts and not come out till they feel the doctor's blades;that's probably because they have smelled where they are landing. Choi! ground no too level for here ooo,how for do na????? Dont be surprised babies already know the way home fresh from the hospital i dey tell U! LMAO. Show me a sinless baby i  will show you a baby who knows the taste of nourished breast-milk, the feel "Hughes diapers" from ragged nappies. *Are you a learner*

Unto us a child is given, unto him a map is given. The entire plan of his life voyage carved on his palms by God;- it shows broader as he grows. Life is not the end of life, the prayer for long life makes life become the destination when its just a driveway.

In life are those that sweat, work and labour from when they can single-handedly  pronounce a simple disyllable "ma-ma" without assistance. They sweat even for a drop of water. They wriggle to come out hardened and strong. Amongst these specie of people like Jamal of "slum dog millionaire" make four hours movie of the story of their lives without intermission. The hustlers that spring out as conquerors!

In life are those that have aide, hustlers too though, only with an hand of support. From when they can pronounce "ma-ma" they are still spoon fed in a way but as times drift they mold and mount the bricks of survival themselves.

The economy of ours doesnt make education the only legacy, *pinch me if i have spoken wrongly* For as long as you can speak and make a bit of sense in English language, you can write a paragraph with not much blunders, if you can even tweet without (((((GBAGAUN)))))) sef! lool the race of chasing talents to own to some cash in the bank begins. Thats when you find talents in all spheres, brewed talents,fabricated talents,adulterated talents,imposter talents......At all at all man pikin must chop!

Yet in this life are those that only read the word "Sweat" and "Labour" from the dictionaries,novels, watch "Gerard Butler" sweat in movies:- 300, Olympus has fallen. loooool These ones have never read out "Suffering" as a word even from a text. These people were born with the silver spoon, ate with it and stuck in their mouth.

In life are people on the average plane of existence. Less sweats, less merry, "Watch and Shadow" To humor it all then you start hearing in different accents " i was born with a silver spoon tho" *mimicking* Ehenhen Wetin con happen to am, they thief am? Shoooo! *in waffi tune* its not just in my mouth it was taken away excusably by the reason of parental loss or something. Awwww oma shey oooo *pity face*
The same one life of ours that we have come, where we have those that slide free on the sleek smooth surface, those staggering on the rough path, those stumbling on the rugged rocky stairs, those swimming through and gasping out for air, those that are just strolling, those that just sit legs crossed at the balcony puffing cuba.......many! many!! many!!! "Melo melo lafe ka leyin adipele"

In all of these people is YOU and I. You alone know your hustle and tussle. I know deeply how life's been for me too. Dont laugh oooo when i tell you i stormed into the kitchen 3AM in the midnight while i write this to look sternly with my lens not even enough to actually see through what a silver spoon looks like but that was just an eating spoon jooor! ;p

   

 As deep as i meant to discuss this, share in my humor and lets all laugh our ass out (mine is flat ;p). Na just this one life we come and we all gas make am..........Hey people!