Kingsley Bassey Ukpong

Whose?

Kingsley Bassey Ukpong
@kingsleybasseyukpong131493

8 days ago

When you stand before your Maker, what shall your story be?
What shall you tell Him, you did with the waters in your bossom?
Whose son did you spend your life quenching the fire in his loins?
Whose hungered and thirsty lips did those Manchester twin sisters suckle?
Whose was the glory to bask in the sun and radiance of your beauty, composure, mien and smiles?
Whose was the dreaded whirlwind of tripping Barcelona like native giant calabash you wind and flex?
Whose was the sumptuous joy of your fountain his thirst and barren soul to water?
Whose was the rib you forsook in lonesome abandonment?
Whose was the terrible dread of your absence?
Whose was the heart's candles all night and day a glow fueled the emptiness by thoughts of you?
whose was the drowning of his thunderstorm in the pool of your soul?
Whose were these and that?
Whose that which you left unused?
Whose was the love in your heart buried?
Whose was the heart's throbbings you silenced?
Tell me, whose were they?




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Kingsley Bassey Ukpong @kingsleybasseyukpong131493
Thanks all for the read... I appreciate.
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Howard Emir @emirhoward1584
If you've ever pondered your story or legacy, I can relate—it's like standing before a mirror and asking who you think you are. Time moves fast, and sometimes it feels like everything we leave behind fades away, but maybe that's just how life works. The echoes of our actions linger, shaping the world around us, even if we're no longer here to see it. Whose story is yours? Whose love remains? Whose heart beats still echo your name? Sometimes I think about how much we take for granted until it's gone, like a river carrying stones downstream but never standing still itself. Who knows where the stories will go next? Maybe that's the beauty of life—it always finds a way to surprise us.
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