DISTRACTION

DISTRACTIONS

The oceans were violent
the winds were aggressive.
The boats may capsize
That would lead to a tragedy
Is this how this life struggles will end?

What about the promise of the great revolution we have received?
Well, we can only but try to survive if fate supports our travails

Alas, you can’t believe it…
Help is here!
I thought it was a ghost at first
But it’s the Son of Man
The Master Himself
Breaking all laws of this terrestrial plane

Not even our anxiety nor travails moved him.
The fears of our perilous time didn’t penetrate Him
Whatever keeps Him afloat on troubled waters is nothing science can explain…

I can’t question any further
Just do as your custom is….
Rebuke this wind and let’s have our peace.

In the whole drama,
To the wind and seas, He never spoke a word.
What can I make of this?

Why will the great Teacher allow such boisterous noise in his classroom?
Will that not offend class management skills?

He ignored the distraction,
That is what they are..
The storms are distractions…..
Shadows that brag
Craving attention like a wife starved of love and attention
Wants our reaction
Keeping our eyes off the goal…

Ah! The Master knows
That ones He arrives at his destination,
Calmness will return
like a breadwinner on arrival from his voyage
All bragging will be soon put to rest…

Hmmmmm
Distractions are dews of the early morn and mist of harmattan
Feed your focus
Starve your distraction
Not all contest is an invitation
Define your your target audience
Maintain your flow
Until finally
You berth you ship on the Promised land.

©Lawal Olajide

ANALYSIS
FIGURES OF SPEECH

MOOD:

Fear, relief and Admiration

METAPHOR:

You berth you ship on the Promised land

Distractions are dews of the early morn and mist of harmattan

Why will the great Teacher allow such boisterous noise in his classroom?

PERSONIFICATION:

Feed your focus
Starve your distraction
Calmness will return
The oceans were violent
the winds were aggressive.
…if fate supports our travails

SIMILE:
…like a breadwinner on arrival from his voyage
… like a wife starved of love and attention

RHETORICAL QUESTION:
Why will the great Teacher allow such boisterous noise in his classroom?
Will that not offend class management skills?
What can I make of this?
Is this how this life struggles will end?
What about the promise of the great revolution we have received?