Step by step
On the sands of time
I left my footprints
Going forward to towards the shores
I see the sea whirling, waiting
Standing on the tip of shores, let my feet be swept
by the wavering waters
maybe then I will forget
the pains of walking on the sands of time
waiting for my time to come
To shine brightly like the sun
kissing the waters of the sea
showing a beautiful reflection
of my travelling bliss on
the sands of time.
Let’s take a long walk
by the seaside
watching the birds flying
chirping, and making melodies
while the earth mingle with the waters
and the clouds a witness to natures intermingle
on the sands of time, where I left my footprints.
(c OBA2018@Thekingsoracle.
Bamikeadeyemiwrites 
This is a beautiful poem.
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Your words took me on a journey a return to the Motherland. A reversal of the Crossing that took us away from Mother Africa. I often think of my ancestors who did not make it across the Middle Passage. The Souls who lay waiting in the Ocean or who perhaps flew to Freedom in Heaven rather than slavery in a strange and evil land.
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Hmmm! That’s quite humbling, THANKS FOR ALWAYS TAKING TIME TO STOP BY. i appreciate you … truly!
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Thanks. Your post is introspective. Brought to mind the connection between Africans and African Americans.
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Many THANKS Sue.
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Thank you always.
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Leaving our footprints behind in Sands of time…. A journey we must be intentional about. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thanks for stopping by Bisi, great work you’re doing over there . Kudos.
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Thanks 😀
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