ODE TO STRANGERS; To The Ones I Am Yet To Know


To the ones I am yet to know;
Strolling down the side walk with no particular location in mind
Arms gently swinging by my sides in sync with my paces
My face slightly turned towards the soft rays of the midmorning sun
The rest of me sheltered in my coat cos the air was chilly enough
I skimmed the faces of all that strode down beside me
All these faces, none familiar, none aware of my curiosity

Arms in stride we all tread down the paths
Each person locked into their own personal world
With their next destination and action guiding their steps
Many faces that hid the true on-going of each mind
Hiding perfectly behind the public façade I perused like a detective
All these many people that do not know each other
How do we cross the line of being strangers to being friendly?

It’s interesting to play the game of guesswork
Relying on the different play of emotions on each face
Trying to decipher the story each tell
Even as a situation like bumping into each other
Changes our status from being strangers to the awareness of each other
And this becomes the determinant of whether we will move up the status
To being friendly or back to inevitable strangers

Oh stranger, whom I am yet to know
How I want to know what makes you tick!



Creative Writer at Core Magazine. I am interested in reading, writing, teaching and life coaching.

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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