I see some new faces around this table always. I smell some newbies deeply dipped in the dish
The catalyst[s] for this huge aegis and participation I do not know.
A bowl with beautiful features so pleasing to the eyes yet affects your very soul badly
A bowl outwardly decorated with timely goodness yet, filled with bitter-bile.
A bowl I wish I never touched until later
Only meant for two – a pitch which stirred up deep waters from within
Captivating your emotions and entering your very thoughts
An everlasting meal prepared by Odomankoma and consumes so much energy at the feast
Behold, it captivates your attention, blows your mind till you forget there is a second coming
Like an evil spirit; it consumes your entire being
Eating from it seems pleasant but ends in a short-while and at the end, nostalgia.
I wish the new diners have still considered the still-slim-voice which whispered into their heart and waited till it was concocted to its finest state
The effect can be grievous if not taken at the right time, at a good dose
But alas, the tide has turned and the future is uncertain.
The bowl. Its content is addictive. It can make and unmake you
After dining your destiny is written in a new page. Many times I have heard participants talk ugly on it
Many wished their petals never blossomed to attract.
The bowl. Others peeped and exclaimed how it ogled them to the world-annex; the birth of a new generation.
In the end, the experienced dubbed it a “game”.
The bowl. All humanity is free to dine from it, but in the end, only the matured and the sincerest of heart, bold and certain are those labeled victors due to the consequence[s].