Life is a trip…

Life is a trip, can anyone initiate his all by himself?

Life is a trip, one that requires time and is indeed measured in time.

Life is a trip, one in which you go through many cities – good or bad alike.

Life is a trip, one in which the wisest of men cannot tell the path he will travel – ask the “Babalawo”.

 

Life is a trip, the beginning and the end who can tell?

Life is trip, you can stop to buy but more importantly you can also give – what do you have to offer?

Life is a trip, a one-way trip: it is not possible to return to any town passed (one cannot get younger than he was yesterday).

Life is a trip, whether in much or in lack you must arrive your destiny, the how of which is encrypt in you.

 

Life is a trip, endured by the weak, engrossing to the determined, enjoyed by the focused.

Life is a trip that can last only as long as the time it takes before the end comes.

Life is a trip, one full of mysteries – who can give the answers?

Life is a trip… 

 

A poem about life by OIP.

Culled from the yearbook of the faculty of medical sciences, University of Jos, class of 2007