BLIND CHRONICLES #6 by DEMOLA ADELEKE
I’m delighted to present this guest post from one of my young friends, Demola Adeleke. Demola, who is 24, battled with glaucoma from the age of seven till he lost his sight in 2009. In this poem, he gives us a graphic look into the world of the visually impaired.
Demola is not the kind of disabled person who evokes pity. Rather, his demeanour, accomplishments and aspirations inspire other youths to aim higher and do something meaningful with their lives. Demola is a singer with three singles to his credit: “Folashade”, “Omo Mummy” and “Darijimi”. His songs are R and B but there was a rapping interlude in a collaborative single he did with another artiste, Agaz, titled “One Day”.
Demola is my student and yesterday, I was pleased to learn that I would be supervising his final-year research project. Why was I pleased? Demola consistently makes A’s in his courses. He just needs someone to read the questions to him and he neatly types out his answers. In the exam for one writing course I taught his class last semester, the person who read the questions skipped a tiny portion on the back of the question paper. Demola complained to me after the exam.
“It’s only seventy marks for an A,” I teased him. “Let it go.” There will be more on him at the end of the post.
Meanwhile, let’s get some insight into what it is like to live in a world where as he describes it, “palms and ears serve as” eyes. You are blessed!
This #poem gives us a graphic view of the world of the visually impaired. #blindness Click To Tweet
Demola’s “Blind Chronicles” are aimed at giving the sighted a vicarious experience of visual impairment.
BLIND CHRONICLES #6
I live in a world of no rays and shades
Black is the predominant colour in my hues
No sun nor stars up in the sky
No beam of light here in my life
In the separate world where I live
Palms and ears serve as our eyes
Hopes and dreams keep us alive
Go have the day and the night is mine
But no single spot will mar my pride
In this blind world where I live
Labeling and stigmatization have crawled my way
Someone told her about his blindness and she stopped being his friend
Removing him on Facebook was the next she did
A world so dark, so chill but nice
This world is full of life, no mourns nor cries
Tell me what you’ve got in there that my world lacks
Romance and love, all in my cart
I’ve experienced a lot in this my world
Asking a helper for my name as if I’m deaf
All these I hate, the blind are sane
We lost our sight, no fault on brains
In my world where no routes are visible
A toddler walks better than the adult blind
Just grip my wrist and take me through the clouds
For the ground harbours stones, shrubs, thorns and sands
In this small world where I live
Beauty isn’t in the eyes of the beholder
An ugly face but beautiful voice already wins the game
For we believe good tone is in the ears of the listener
So deep down the depth of my heart
I see your face on the shines of my cardiac walls
Telling me all I have around are strictly beautiful people
Beautiful enough to expand this waning smile on my face
I have no bitterness in my soul, just have a sip of my blind chronicles
Demola AdelekeIn this small world where I live, beauty isn't in the eyes of the beholder. - Demola Adeleke Click To Tweet
PRAYER FOR THE HANDICAPPED
Our Father in heaven, we pray for all those who are living with one disability or the other. You alone understand their struggles perfectly. We pray for the grace, assistance and resources to go through each day. We pray that those of them who haven’t done so encounter you, the Friend who is like no other. We pray that you help them actualise their dreams and grant them fulfillment in life in Jesus’ name. Amen.
ABOUT THE WRITER
For some months now, Demola Adeleke has been issuing what he calls his “Blind Chronicles” on his Facebook profile. Its aim is to grant others, through his personal experience, the exposure they need to understand what life is like for the visually impaired. This guest post is the sixth of these chronicles. You can check him out on Facebook to read some of the others if you wish.
Demola is from from Oyo State, Nigeria. He is the third child and only son of his parents. He is an aspiring movie script writer. Demola is about to finish his third year in a Bachelor’s programme in Mass Communication at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka (UNN). His hobbies are swimming and writing.
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