Life As Fjizzle: …No Bed of Roses
I have failed a lot in my life, as a matter of fact, as I speak with you from this exam hall, I write with a broken heart because no matter how much I succeed, the failures from all I don’t want to remember still taunt me. There are days when I think life should be a bit kinder and more thoughtful towards me, but that'll be being an ungrateful charlatan. I sometimes wish my life were a bit simpler, but to hell with my excuses’s life isn’t a bed of roses, and it’ll deal with me accordingly. Testipide Life isn’t a bed of roses, nor is it a garden of thorns; it’s the unraveling of daily struggles, wins, and conflict between choosing what’s wrong or right. Under the rain or in the sun, life goes on, transitioning from one phase to another. It’s nonstop, in my native Yoruba language , an adage goes, ‘ Ojo iku ni Ojo isimi’, which loosely translates to ‘ until our dying day, there’s no rest ’. Life is sometimes peachy, other days, it is hazy, and I feel rea...