The Way Out

From Sewer into sewer I crawled as I make my way out into freedom. The path did not feel right, it definitely did not smell right and I could see nothing as my eyes were all covered with the content of the passage. I kept my mouth shut, there was no point in trying to taste it. All I knew was that freedon meant more than anything and I mean anything in the world. Yet in those dark and lonely moments of the night, one wonders if freedom is worth it. Is it all its trotted out to be? Does it really deliver on its promises? Does it taste as good as it smells? Or is it just some pie in the sky, underwhelming lover that can never arouse. We are to find out.

The journey continues and by now, I have definitely earned the right to my nickname, the sewer girl, because I reek of every thing I have been through and bore the scars from squeezing myself through all inconceivable tunnel, I made home with rats and scoundrels as l scramble for freedom, I fraternise with the underworld as that was the only way out. In the process I lost my goody two shoes badge given to me in the prison house. I am almost at the end of the last tunnel, and I contemplate my arrival in the land of freedom. What will I look like and how will I be received?

But the most important question I ask myself is, who really am I, irrespective of anyone’s opinion? Am I the goody two shoes or am I the break rank low life that kept company with rats and scoundrels in the sewer? Who really am I? What will become of me in the land of freedom? But first I need to get these stuff off my body and to the shower I went. After a good scrub, I am out. Clean as daisy, fresh and innocent as the first time I popped out.

It is my call in the land of freedom, I can become whatever I wish to become, maybe, just maybe I can step out in direction of that which I was ordained to be. I guess I should just listen and listen I did. Each day, new instructions I received not from any man but my inner being as I became ….

The road to freedom is spewed with unpleasantness, but brave is the man or woman that dared.

Be brave, be free, live you!