Passion defies logic, reason, or sense—
A flame born from the marrow of restless bones,
It leaps beyond the scaffold of calculation,
Dancing naked on the precipice of certainty.
They rise as hunters at dawn,
Eyes sharpened by midnight’s solitary vow.
In their pulse, the drumbeat of destiny
Echoes louder than doubt or doubt’s disguise.
Their dreams are forged in the crucible of fervor,
Molten resolve poured into molds of ambition.
Each setback becomes a spark—igniting purpose,
Chiseling weakness into the steel of pursuit.
They move like Oya’s tempest, fierce and unrelenting,
Sweeping aside complacency with every stride.
Their focus is a sharpened blade,
Cutting away the husk of hesitation.
At their core, a Yoruba proverb murmurs:
“Àìrí ẹléyìí ṣe kì í jẹ́ kí ọkùnrin máa gbé ọkọ.”
(One who ignores destiny cannot lead the chariot.)
They heed this ancient counsel,
Trusting passion’s roar more than reason’s whispers.
When logic falters, they press forward—
Heartbeats synchronized with purpose,
Eyes fixed on summits where others see only sky.
Ruthlessness blooms in their tender mercy for progress:
A refusal to coddle comfort at the expense of greatness.
In boardrooms and back alleys alike,
They bend reality to their unspoken creed:
That the universe conspires with souls ablaze,
And mountains bow before unerring will.
Passion defies logic, reason, or sense—
Yet in its defiance, it fashions monuments of success:
Structures of audacity, pillars of relentless labor,
Legacies etched in the bedrock of sacrifice.
So let them march, these torchbearers of the heart,
Unfurling purpose like banners in the wind.
For when passion leads beyond the borders of reason,
It births empires where once stood only dreams.
By Jide Adesina
For 1stafrika
@2025
