Mohammed Nazeef

Rookie (Tamale, Ghana)

Glorious Misfortune - Poem by Mohammed Nazeef

I remember vividly; back then…
I was all glory; I had wings and so much luster.
A bright shining star.
And expectantly, I walked haughtily in a cloak of pride.
Thinking myself the orchestrator of my achievements.
Not until I started to erode;
My wings fell off, my shine was murky.
I was a Samson whose locks were given a clean shave;
From whence, I struggled but to no profit…
Like pushing a mighty castle wall.
Or a veteran scuba diver who couldn’t save himself in swimming pool.
Then, I knew God was behind every man’s greatness.
These were clear signs, I embraced it.
A chance to choose humility.
And let my patience fuel my faith.
My hope and perseverance, the ignition.
As I chase God’s grace like a Bugatti with no sympathy.
I believe better days will sprout from these algorithms of misfortune.
The downfall of a man should make him think twice.
Is there any hassle that never teaches a lesson?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011


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