Showcasing Jay’s Anthology: The Journey of Life
Jusu Jaka Yawmah (in photo), a Sierra Leonean living in Ghana, and one of the country’s most young talented poets has illuminated his brilliance once more by sharing a masterpiece he calls, “one of the best among my best.” The Journey of Life,” is a beautiful artistry that denotes how we course the path of life. In a brief quote, the poet had this to say, “The journey of life begins and ends with a child …” Find this an a lot more inspirational and uplifting poems in the invaluable compendium, “Jay’s Anthology,” … a must read for all ages.
The Journey Of Life
The Journey Of Life begins with the birth of a child.
To the expectant, this is considered a streak of luck
When with both hands and feet, it gives a painful knock
Like the distant blaring sound of a ship coming into a dock.
This newly born is ushered, to be counted among the flock.
Congratulations to the kindred, a warm welcome to the big fellow
I am called names; bouncing, chubby, my pie, heroine or my hero
I am loved, pampered; my presence keeps the affection aglow
To my hosts, a one in a million, and with me they feel mellow
I suck, cry, do nothing at all, now that I begin my stage of all-Zero.
Days turn weeks, weeks become months, I feel like doing more
I enjoy being carried around, but at times, I really do prefer a tour
With boldness, I get down, trying to move with both hind and fore
Ignoring the falls, head bumps; often times I even sustain a sore
Though I cry, my hosts are happy to see me get down on all-Four.
The next step is so assuring like the cool of the morning dew
But I am cautioned to think and reason well in everything I do
My chances of error are great, but my demands are now few
Caught up as I reflect at my Zero days; everything seem new,
Everyone is up for a change, when I get to the stage of all-Two.
When I sometimes put on a frown, requesting for a piece of bread
I am strongly rebuked, bashed or offered a snarling scold instead
“Children don’t beg!”, On unlucky times with a spank on the head
Were the dreaded remarks, just to prepare me for what lies ahead
My early all-Two, my first decade, when the world is such a spread.
I get along evenly, get used to the boring economics of child composure
The Oedipal madness, mixed with the labyrinth of youthful peer pressure
Good manners, etiquette, acquiring an education, ignoring my leisure
The choices, the mistakes, the motivation, the distraction, the pleasure
Make up my early all-Two, in my Second decade, in a different measure.
Laying await on my paths are chances; some plain, some a barricade
Aiding me to take them are the choices and priorities that I have laid
Stalling my moves, most often are the hasty decisions I have made
Also the inherent cool I enjoy while basking under life’s beautiful shade
This starts my mid all-Two, I am now in the mid of my Second decade.
Going through the thick and thin, duly propelling me to my destination
With all my experiences, I cultivate the art of making a good decision
Though at times, sinister and uncanny feelings create the apprehension
Of growing, the consequences, taking responsibility for every bit of action
Vivid changes during my Third decade, Darwin called this theory, ”Evolution”.
The paths are many; some rough, some straight, some a diversion
So I seek a good life, a family; as such I make a solemn dedication
To a mate and confidant with whom I share a very mutual attraction
And with this is doing something lucrative with my acquired education
Still on all-Two, my Third to Fourth decade, a stage of being a motivation.
I was born to a generation, I now partake in the noble multiplication
Owing to the biblical fact and my deep sense of a family orientation
I now stick to a life of earning and also sharing every bit of option
Approaching my late all-Two, I’m also a father of a whole generation,
Now at Fifty; “I have reached my golden jubilee”. I shout in jubilation.
My next move is to a point where I become a source of inspiration
I have gained, I have also lost…in a world full of so much competition.
Sharing my quite moments are smiles as I look back in retrospection
How I chose my path – partly using a guide, partly using my discretion
I’m in my Sixth, heading for my Seventh decade. I nod in self appreciation.
Changes are clearly evident. Now frail, slurred speech, I can hardly see
At times with Alzheimer disease, I even addressed my soul mate as “he”
I need a very kind hand to hold and help me get wherever I wanted to be,
A perfect friend, always by me, even when I’m taking a walking spree.
At Eighty and beyond, for a guide, I choose a stick. I am now on all-Three.
I become so dependent, to all my kindred, I’m now a very huge burden
The time slowly passes; I am exhausted, senile, weak and heavy laden
I think of all my past; my practices, deeds, whether a believer or a heathen,
Which will be solely decided, not by me, but by those I called my brethren.
When I finally give up they ghost. I’m grieved, sadly missed all of a sudden.
Filling my world are a huge gap, grief, condolence and moment of sorrow
Death ends my circadian rhythm, I now head for the valley of its shadow
For the crossover…On their arms they take me to a place six feet below
My days of all-Zero, to all-Four, all-Two, all-Three, and back to all-Zero!.
From all-Zero to all-Zero… The Journey Of Life ends with the death of a child.
©JUSU JAKA YAWMAH
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