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“WELCOME HOME!!!” (in osibisa’s voice๐Ÿ˜œ ) welcome to life’s junkyard… my blog.

sit back, hold on tight, and brace yourself for the full #WhoIsDeydzi experience…

The posts are on the page labeled “junkyard”, the bathrooms are at the bottom labelled “comments section” feel freeย  to take a big ugly dump inside there from time to time… also there is no snack bar(this isn’t the drama studio or a theatre ).

Feel free to look around for… erhm… whatever it is you expected to find in the junkyard…

Oooo and please… don’t break anything…

 

 

They called it rubbish, they called it filth…

the stone the builders rejected, now the cornerstone, not silt…

we were told not to sweep at night so we don’t sweep our treasures away,

we’ve got nothing to lose, we threw it all away in broad daylight.

one man’s meat is another man’s poison…

language barriers here…

you call it “enam”, Napoleon says its “poison”,

maybe that useless boy would one day pull a sword out of the stone…

double edge sword from the corner-stone.

maybe im just trapped between two worlds,

my safe heaven where I’m king, shouting I have a dream, that one day I’ll float high in the sky like peter pan, and not on weed… so high that I’ll never land.

birds do rest on trees.

people still deal in scrap metal…

sometimes the greatest things never fit in…

oil is stored in clay jugs…

the junkyard holds all.

the junkyard holds everything…

the junkyard holds anything…

the junkyard holds nothing…

take a deep breath ,

journey with me if you are brave enough to dare…

be honest with me…

tell me…

 

what do you seek?