BLESSED WITH A CURSE
Believe it or not, whatever qualities you feel I possess that makes you obsessed, sometimes leaves me depressed which comes from the stress of having to please the rest with or without being blessed.
The supreme being no doubt bestowed some qualities in me, which have now become a torn.
I turn the left cheek even when I am not wrong or the society sees me as not properly trained.
My well built physique betrays my financial status with most people wanting to have a bite of my already deflated financial apple.
The need to meet up to the societal academic benchmark have made me read the most boring books and sometimes blanks papers so as to answer the myriad of questions thrown at me by the younger generation.
I am a trained bureaucrat and not an encyclopedia, but who cares!!!??
They laugh when I have no idea and mock when I surmount the challenge. Sometimes I wish I could be like every other person but where is the fun in hanging out with the crowd???
Yes I am blessed with that special gift that answers to almost all of life's challenges but I have no life of my own.
Like a candle I burn, illuminate and diminish.
Like a pen I put ideas on paper after which, I have little or no value!
When will my gift give me the comfort and much needed succour I so earnestly desire? Do I pray to become ordinary or do I accept the fact that I am only meant to make others happy while my happiness hinges on seeing them happy?
Indeed I am blessed with a curse because I am a continuous source of joy, yet, wonders what give me joy.
