Noise Makers - Poem by Felix Opaleye
The class captain was my best friend when I was in primary four, but my name was always on top of his noise makers list; that was when I started to build my friendships on mutual benefit. Am grown up now, but noise makers are still trying to be relevant in my community; some will brag like brat about everything they cannot achieve. Empty barrel make the loudest noise and that is the real noise maker.
I was chilling with my mentor when I heard positive whispers, it's crystal clear to me how to move on to the next level; all these side talks are nothing but distractions and waste of time. Too much talk don't solve any problem, mingle with the winning team and success will surely prevail.
It's wise to keep it on the low, please don't loud it because i enjoy listening to jazz on a low key. Silence is another form of wisdom, even a fool is consider to be wise if he keep silent without uttering any foolish words. Noise makers will always want to be popular and relevant in the society, but the wise ones will always outshine them.
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