WAKE UP FROM SLEEP!!!
 
He is not wise if he calls himself one.
He isn't a fool who says he is.
Destined to fall, alife in breath,
a walking corpse tightly clutching
life's rope like a drowning man---
the man who lives to take.

Is he wise that is rich--
who gathers green grass,
but leaves the field barren?
Does his wealth bless the earth?
Why does such a one live?
I call him the living fool....
( please, leave me to speak still!!!)

I see in the face of men an image
scary and unhappy...
a handiwork of economic crunch.
I see men complain about no money,
a total evaporation of money ( but is that true?).
I see shops closing, and men losing their jobs;
some having clutched death already....cowards?
It is the test of the wise and fool.

It's an opportunity for fools to get wise,
and for cowards to get courage and fight.
Stop those tears, and use your head!!!
What can you give to the world?
Should death announce his
inevitable visit to your home,
what legacy would you leave for the world....
the money already in the world or
something the world hasn't seen?

My friend, your fingerprint is different,
and so can you make a difference in the world!
The world doesn't need your money, for it is his.
The world is hungry for new things;
and angry that you only take, but give nothing.
Take time to think,
Develop that little idea you have,
create something out of it
and the world will give you money....
which gets even fatter in times like this!

Chukwu, Celestine Nkemakolam (Nkematics)


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