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Reflections from Coco beach this morning

by Noel Ihebuzor

Just back from my early jog on Coco beach, Oyster Bay and savoring the glow and good feel effect that comes from a good work out. jogging on the beach was great…..the waves sang and beckoned, inviting me to take a dip, a quick splash, in the fresh foaming and singing waters…

my heart,  it took note and longed to and it strained to give heed, encouraged by a residual and slow to evaporate sense of youthfulness….my head, it said “NO”, “Mba mba, mi o gba, keria”…a dozen unfinished businesses and outstanding obligations immediately shot forward, sprang to attention…and as a team surged forward direct into my line of vision, speaking first in low mumbles and then louder and louder, more strident yet soaking my every pore with their clamours and claims …and my head won..and I jogged on…admiring the young and the brave who swam and danced in the surging waves, displaying their six packs and their firm bodies…and hearing their shrills of joy and the song and boasts of the waves as they came in, loud and strong, in their unending motion..the loud sounds and boasts of each wave slowly to be calmed in the embrace of the white soft songs of the beach…

and I jogged on…and then back to the hotel…and now preparing to go present myself before His throne of Grace and ask Him in His mercy and kindness to Control-Alt-Delete all my failings (by omission and/or commission) of the past week and reload and recharge me, renew and refresh me for a new week!


Development and policy analyst with a strong interest in the arts and inclusive social change. Dabbles occasionally into poetry and literary criticism!

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