I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want.
- Muhammad Ali
I was reading about Muhammad Ali's death in the paper. He passed away, yesterday.
Although by the time I was born he had retired from competitive boxing. He left behind a legacy of his experiences, strong political perspectives and actions, which inspired many across the world.
Although by the time I was born he had retired from competitive boxing. He left behind a legacy of his experiences, strong political perspectives and actions, which inspired many across the world.
This was an impromptu poem from the past (when I was facing a tough time and reading about him and listening to his talks inspired me.) which just happened to crop up while reading the poem: "Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee", that he had recited before his legendary bout with George Foreman, while also reflecting on parts of my own life.
You think the world was shocked when I fell to the ground?
You played games and left me with a wound...
On top of a pile of shattered memories, more like a mound,
You played games and left me with a wound...
On top of a pile of shattered memories, more like a mound,
But I ain't gonna give up on life so easily,
There's more to it, than taking revenge or having hatred in my heart.
There's more to it, than taking revenge or having hatred in my heart.
Wait till I turn this negativity to the best thing in my life,
Life is about possibilities..
Life is about possibilities..
But those are left to one's own sensibilities!
You never tried to see me for what, I am.
Don't try to catch me with your looks,
That ain't gonna matter in my books!
Don't try to catch me with your looks,
That ain't gonna matter in my books!
Win my heart, with your deeds,
Coz that's what my heart heeds..
You were my need, but never my greed!
People say to redeem yourself it's too late,
But the game's not over till the fighter gives up, mate..
Coz only I can define my own fate!
But the game's not over till the fighter gives up, mate..
Coz only I can define my own fate!
One day life might hit you like a punch
Although I hope it doesn't, but you know girl, nobody is immune..
That's how nature sets its tune!
Although I hope it doesn't, but you know girl, nobody is immune..
That's how nature sets its tune!
You'll never be able to forget me,
even when you're with age, sodden.
Though, I forgive you girl, you shall soon be, forever forgotten..
But you ain't ever gonna win my heart, the priceless gem you could've gotten !
Of course, none of it really matters now. It's just that the event was such that, I finally decided to put this up !
So, just read, enjoy and forget. ;)
even when you're with age, sodden.
Though, I forgive you girl, you shall soon be, forever forgotten..
But you ain't ever gonna win my heart, the priceless gem you could've gotten !
Of course, none of it really matters now. It's just that the event was such that, I finally decided to put this up !
So, just read, enjoy and forget. ;)
RIP, Mr. Ali. You shall continue to inspire many more generations.
:'(
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nice one!
-from Cape Town
Thankyou !
DeleteYears ago I used to work with a Nigerian fella called Moses who had led an interesting life and always had a tale to tell. He told me when he was a boy Muhammad Ali came to Nigeria for a fight so he went down to the airport to see if he could get a glimps of him. Sure enough Ali got off the plane and by good fortune walked to the section of fence where Moses stood to say hello to the crowd. As he got near Moses put his arm through the fence, and even though a policeman standing nearby ruthlessly beat him with his rhino whip, Moses managed to touch Ali. I was shocked and said what was the point of going through all that pain so you could touch him? "So I could take some of his power" said Moses, with a victorious smile on his face.
ReplyDeleteThat's a very interesting story!
Deletebut didn't Mr.Ali do anything about the policeman beating Moses? or did he not get to know, in the first place?
this Niggah, a Gem.
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those some sick lines in the poem!
haha... indeed.
DeleteThank you very much!