NEW GENERATION BEGGARS

 by  Ali toyin smart.
 Indeed, the whole universe is being painted with weird illusion, built upon fantasies which are, themselves, non- existent. It beholds when you walk on the clumsy streets, and sight agile souls and bones campaigning tirelessly to send penury on compulsory exit. It pinches the muscleless mind when unsung lives dance to ballet from dawn to twilight; yet consigned within the enclave of disillusional poverty. Had nature remained sacred and just; destitudes would have rode on beautiful horses; cladded in sartorials of resplendent elegance; and dwelled in best castles summarily erected within the living domain. But for their punctured destiny and the filthy environment nature had in reserve; they ended up romancing the nights with various assortment of failed prospects, unfulfilled promises, among other personal adversities. Beyond the figment of our own imagination, providence has really betrayed their yet-to-be refined missions on mother earth. Yet, they succumbed to the catchy tunes of nature, navigating the slippery roads with shoeless feet and untainted identities. With their ever-flowing garb of disdain, they caught the pity of gazing eyes, with their impoverished mien and malnourished posture. This set of strayed bones are every where, in the nooks and cranny. They are products of dysfunctional homes, psychological incoherence, stunted finances and some other misfortunes, which coincidentally reshaped their presupposed bright destiny. In spate of this natural complex, they still remain the new set of discoveries the world never evolved in recent time. Unlike their fellows in the middle and top echelons of the society, these individuals remain undaunted by the circumstances that envelope their current distasteful inclination. They yielded not to the chicanery allegedly instituted by the hypocritical society, to confiscate their undying dreams. Armed with this mantra, they take to the streets, summoning unbriddled effort, to ride home the elusive fortune. Though apparently homeless, the band wangons of pervert hands, they would never pay reverence to, even to the chagrins of their potential pay masters. The contentment, camaraderie and convivialities enjoyed at willful disposal, floods the whole game with bond of undiluted trusts. As days chameleon into nights, they serenade the street and its neighbourhood with songs of valour, all in effort to grant poverty a befitting burial. Hence forth, The street becomes the bouvac for their restive soldiery as each decked in tattered camouflage and armed with empty silver plate. As dictate of nature, they flaunt the beauty rarely enjoy by the bumpy-stomached ones within the comfort of their homes. At night, the ubiquitous breeze is at their beck and calls; while the inherently warm atmosphere nurtures their souls with resounding moments. In what mould into rhapsody of fun, the ill-fated realities of yesternights are quick forgotten, as the new morning dawn flourishes their dream with unfettered hope. Hence, they are homeless not hopeless. ‪#‎AliToyinAbdul‬#Lawstudent#journalist#writer#photographer#DirectorCCN#poet#Inspirationalspeaker