IN THE LABOUR ROOM OF DESTINY

by Dele Adeyanju

In the labour room of destiny, uncertainties are rife, trepidation certain

         There lies the contest between life and death, between light and darkness

             There, all mortals strive relentlessly from dawn to dusk for relevance

             In this room men travail with tears to bring forth destiny packages

             In this room, destiny hunters are on a prowl to wreck havoc

             To shoot to the ground a rising star; nay, abort the birth of a destiny package

             Even so, saintly contenders keep vigil to midwife the arrival of a shining star

             In my hands lies the paddle to my destiny

 

             In the labour room of destiny, the world watches helplessly

             To see who wins and who loses in the battle for destiny fulfilment

             Many destinies were aborted while others were safely brought forth

             Exchange of destinies is commonplace in the labour room

             Many destinies were decimated, demoted and dispossessed of core values

             Others were released intact, unscathed, untouched, unhurt, unmitigated

             Little wonder, the quick rise of some persons to stardom

             In my hands lies the paddle to my destiny

             

             Joseph, at age 17, was in the labour room of destiny

             At 30, the birth of his destiny package was announced

             The den of lions was Daniel’s labour room of destiny

             From that room, he resurfaced unhurt to fulfil his destinies

             His tenure was equal to three Babylonish monarchs

             Esther’s emergence from the labour room was dramatic

             From slave labour to Royal Majesty, First Lady, Her Excellency!

        O Lord, empower us to seamlessly use the destiny paddle in our hands

                          HAPPY NEW MONTH!