Sitting across me, your face creases
My sight may not be one that pleases.
I am subject to some thousand teases
Target for a torment that never ceases.
Wipe from your face that frown
Fellow human I am only down.
My speech slurred and slow
my face spread like dough.
With sheepish grin and stubby chin
never thin, I never win, I never sin
dependent on only kin.
Do not ever, stranger, do not ever
despise the road that leads to down.
My bespectacled eyes are bleary
My protruding tongue renders my words slurry.
I may be sterile, I may become senile
I am puerile though never agile.
Be ever grateful, friend, forever grateful
For long is the road that leads to down
Complexities are mysteries
Simplicities are victories.
I might grow to forget
and never know regret.
I grow at my pace
do not cast your gaze low.
Do not laugh at my face
passerby, you do not know
For calm is the storm found on the lonely lengthy road that leads to down.
Since I was little till now, I see this guy every Sunday in church and whenever I attend weekly programs. I always notice him. He never misses service. I am sure of it. About five months ago, I stalked him for close to six Sundays and even ensured I sat near him on one. I do not even know his name. What I feel for him is not really pity. It’s just…. I don’t know. Maybe compassion. And never you look down on them; their heaven is sure. Only God knows of yours.
•Yes. The guy has Down’s syndrome.
•Yes. I disobeyed the ushers.
•Yes. The stalking was fun.
•Since I am not disclaiming anything, maybe I should have called it a ‘claimer’.
17 thoughts on “The Road To Down”
This is beautiful…..
I’m a bit concerned bout your stalking tendencies tho’
Thank you. I aim to please. Hehehehe. Don’t cross me.
First time when I read it, I was like ‘yeah, nice,’, then I saw the dis-claimer and I had to go read it again and again.
It’s quite sad, my best wishes to the man.
Simplicities are indeed victories.
Good one Ms.
I absolutely love it!!!!!! I can,in a way, relate to the poem…Good job!!!
Read each line trying to decipher where u heading (all to no avail)…till I got to the end…then I had to read allover again and I could totally relate.
So so so so….
“Never look down on Down for downward slopes the life of he who denigrates Down Edward” —–Some Pesky Bastard, 2013.
Down’s Syndrome is quite peculiar, it is. You get more than your fair share of “46 chromosomes”…you’re like “Dad? Mom? Just 46 chromosomes? Come ooon. Just one more. Do this for your child”…and you come out to the world looking creasy and all what Teleola said and you’re like “Holy Shit.”
-_____- It is not funny. Down’s Syndrome kids are not total castaways, either, thank God for the corpus callosum and learning aids, Down’s syndrome kids can still do well for themselves. But maybe that’s only possible for obodo oyibo Down pikins dem…
Pro tip: prevent the likelihood of Down’s Syndrome “erupting volcanoically” in your family tree: try to have all your kids as young as possible.
Piss Out *now urinating on a nearby wall*
Justin, you waddling talkative. Thank you for filling in the missing pieces. 😀
Tele, its rili beautiful. I was moved……….still am
Bros I like ur write up. U be real chairman. ^_^ Ps. Always obey the ushers.
Dude, I am a lady. -____- Thanks by the way.
Nice one… The disclaimer made me read a second time., u sure add a humane perspective to this blog.. peace
Wait wait wait! Humane perspective? What does that mean? There’re too many subliminal undertones here..Uyi! Explain that thing..
Okay, Scratch ‘humane’, replace with ‘Sane’. While u write a little to the Left, She writes alRIGHT..
P.S You’re both good Writers, And i should knw.. am a veteran
LOL..thanks man. Coming from you..High praise.*curtsey*
This is the part where we blush. Tele, bow please..
LOOOOOOL! Janus the animal. *rolls into sunset*