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Nothing Happen Before The Time

I could see the sun rising in the East Pulling up something that is very deep I could see the sun rising in the East Hanging over the first beach I left the house at six am Before the sound of the crowing hen I walked past the guard at the gate Fiddling with his phone and anxiously waiting for the day to break He looked at me with a frown and asked me where I was bound You see I pay attention to everything because that’s part of my calling A few years ago it didn’t matter but if you have ever lived in America you will hear a lot of chatter The morning is still recovering from its overnight booze Drunken men walking down the street coughing and spitting The dust has surfaced again and women with long brooms Swept the street while the comrades were fast asleep I stood at the bus stop sipping tea from my cup And watching the early morning hustlers on scooter and motor bike Swarming the street with boxes and baskets tied to their sides Strange things happen in the early morning Yawning, yearning and warring I waited on bus number eleven but it did not come Instead bus number 202 came but the driver was half drunk and lame He was continuously coughing and spitting and talking about everything I could not do anything but smile and listened to him intensely He was extremely helpful and polite and he said everything was alright but kept coughing as if he had swallowed something He explained how to get to the beach in just few words His bus was headed towards the train station So I hopped on it without hesitation Since Sunday I have been plagued with numbers From the building tour to the statues outdoor the Number three have been running wild in-front of me During my bus inquiry yesterday I was told that bus 313 goes to the beach Then the driver came and said 309 and 303 would take me to the beach And today I transferred from bus 202 to bus 303 I am still trying to figure out the number three Some things are definitely higher than me I have been seeing numbers containing three the entire day I still don’t know what to say And so bus 303 landed on the shore The journey from the train station took an hour And during that time my mind cruised with the morning looking at the so call scenery and the manmade beauty Heaven has left a bliss but some people have missed out on it The giant sun stood up in the sky hanging over me mysteriously It’s the first time in three weeks I have witnessed its glory Vendors lined up on both side of the street selling their delicacy The morning made them look grumpy And with just two passengers on the bus I could breathe fresh without a fuss The passenger got off the bus a third of the way And I was left to travel the entire way Just me and the driver on the big bus No hurry, no worry and I was not sorry I felt like a giant was walking by my side And something powerful moving inside I wish if you could picture this scenery and wake up to its reality I reached first beach at 8:00 am and lift up my hands towards the heavens The big empty beach park laid bare and dry before me Everyone was still asleep and not a soul was on the street Just the women sweeping the street and gossiping I hurried in the hotel lobby and asked to use the WC But everything was sacramental as can be I had to hold my breath So that I could absorb the unusual aroma that was spilling all over Morning had just come alive and everyone looked tired and contrive Shops and businesses hanging around looking dole some in the sleeping town Stalls with goodies packed inside parade both sides of the quiet street waiting for the shoppers to compete I finally reached the beach so I rolled up my pants, and took off my shoes And pranced in the sand as if I had heard some good news The smell of fish washing upon the shore Telling me that I have to look no more The smell of fish washing upon the shore Telling me that the sky is the door I walked along the shore absorbing the fishy smell The fisher men boat parked on the edge waiting on the big cash The brown sand stared at me and cold water beat against my sturdy feet Reddish-brown water spread out in the length and breadth of the deep brown sea I couldn’t swim, I couldn’t dive I just have to observe its beauty from within I had the sea all by myself running up and down its shores And collecting sea shell from the sand Big waves dashed upon the shore spilling water through the back door While the Gods of the sea bellows below igniting our souls everywhere we go The sun burst out suddenly from underneath the clouds Penetrating my flesh and spreading its warmth deep within my breath It glistens upon the water top filling the sea with gold And making me feel whole I prayed a prayer to the most high and make a special request for thee I had to go where my soul sent me I had to go where my soul can live I had to go where my soul can forgive My soul is connected to the ocean It has brought me so much deep revelation The sun has risen from the East And my strength has increased I have been longing go to the beach And today the mission was complete Nothing happen before the time.

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Date: 3/2/2018 3:55:00 PM
Do you think that at one time the sun rose in the west before the great flood. God changed things.
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