Bayou: A Song By “Mountains of The Moon”

A song by Mountains of the Moon.

It’s 7 minutes and 16 seconds of nothing but pure genius.

I was lost on an escape to love. Untraceable.

So it’s a story about a person who had a problem and instead of confronting said problem they ran away from it. Where did he/she find refuge? In a relationship. They thought bringing in another person to the mix would equate to fighting whatever was ailing them.

Clearly it doesn’t. I heard this from the horse’s mouth. The lyrics go on…

“It’s not the same. Not enough

You and me was like a vivid dream

Why’d you wake me up?

Why’d you wake me up?”

I’m further compelled to think that it isn’t at all a good coping mechanism and in the chorus he/she goes on to say.

“You were my coming down and my solid ground. Paramount.”

Your “demons” can’t always be kept at bay by dragging people into your life to do the fighting. People are so flighty, we cannot and should not be so dependent on them and most importantly, some situations demand that you be the one calling the shots, especially when the war is internal. Our main character knows this, this brings in the bittersweet nature of this relationship: it brings a sense of solace and at the same time it brings great ruin. Why? It’s not a permanent solution; the problem isn’t being directly dealt with.

Distant screams

The biggest lie

What are we if never intertwined?

Forever undefined

Wow. So now our dear specimen is being tossed around by the voice in their mind. It reeks of denial. Denial is saying that without other people we cannot be whole and it’s desperately trying to justify this unstable relationship. Yeah no man is an island but you can’t be extracting your self esteem from people affirming your existence. Did I not mention how flighty people are???

After more powerful lyrics and a very captivating instrumental comes the outro.

Nights are longer now

And I am, I am stronger

Without you. Without you

I have come around

Life is ocean, we were just

Travellers in the bayou

In the bayou

That we outgrew

Truth VS Lies. Truth won and the “quick fix” is gone. Our dear friend is stronger now, he/she abandoned their crutch and went to face their problem head on thus it may have been dark for a while. Well, don’t they say your darkest hour comes before your dawn?

The star of the song has been purged of the delirium that took over them when they made an attempt to run from their problems; they’ve come around.

Ocean. A large body of water with unfathomable depths and myriads of mysteries to unravel.

Bayou. A small body of water typically found in a flat, low-lying area, and can be either an extremely slow-moving stream or river, or a marshy lake or wetland.

We forfeit oceans in our feat to sweep our issues under the carpet.

We confine ourselves a great deal by not stepping up to bury our burdens.

It’s not just people we use to try and eradicate our issues. People’s escapes could be alcohol, drugs and even social media…

Don’t travel in the murky bayou. Don’t do that to yourself.

You deserve oceans.

Feel free to listen to the song while you’re at it.

Bayou – Mountains of the Moon


Take 2 capsules 4 times a day until finished.

Yeah we are not going to delve deep into how antibiotics ensure that bacteria cell walls do not develop properly, water diffuses into their cells by osmosis and the cells burst because they have no supporting cell wall and basically bye-bye bacteria. No.

If you happen to contract a bacterial infection you may be handed antibiotics to annihilate the pesky bacteria (I described this above) and you have to finish that course of antibiotics even after you get better because the bacteria may gain resistance to the antibiotic if you don’t!

(Oh yeah and don’t take any antibiotics when it isn’t necessary, you’ll breed mutants.)

The plot thickens…

There is a special group of people I’ve classified as antibiotics and I hope you can see where this is going.

There was a time in my very short life of 15 years when it was not easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy, rather, it was difficult-difficult-lemon-difficult. I was plagued by the bacterium oh maybe something’s wrong with me and the fight of the century that occurred between me and my not-so-friends did everything but make it better. Then, there they were, in the distance, the lights at the end of the tunnel, the iridescence after the storm, the people who made my situation bearable.

We became friends and I was overjoyed; my third greatest support system (God first, family second) I had finally found a place to belong and I thought about Joan Armatrading’s words “Good friendships seldom die” so the chances of this alliance falling apart were slim. They were perfect.

As I was getting back on my feet again I realized that they were slowly drifting away from me until eventually they were out of my reach. I was beyond puzzled and I found myself clutching at straws, there was barely any trace of friendship left but I tugged and tugged – obviously hurting myself in the process.

Then it hit me. People are placed in your life for a reason and a season. Sometimes, like an antibiotic they are very useful, they are recruited as soldiers to ward off the terrible and then when the war’s been won they stick around for a short time before leaving and we have to let them go because we could get gravely ill and hurt if we don’t (remember those mutants I spoke of earlier)

So there you have it, tell your Pharmacist I said Hey.

Independence Day

On the 18th day of April in the year 1980 Zimbabwe received its independence, now when will you receive yours?

One of the many things we fall slave to is the belief that we need approval from other human beings. The fact is that noone should determine who you are or where you’re going save for you. You should not need validation from anyone.

You just don’t know how lovely you are.

You are supposed to see the good in you before anyone else should or can but turbulence obscures the scene. You are supposed to see very clearly than, even without a voice present to tell you you’re enough, you are enough, you are supposed to see that noone should define you…but you know what, insecurity compromises our vision like a cataract.

A life placed in the hands of other people is a life of little joy, if your ailment is self doubt then its a temporary cure, it’s a quick fix that yields frustration in the longrun.
If you live for their acceptance, you die from their rejection – Lecrae.

Don’t hide your face, let the sun caress it and breathe the living air, don’t sweep your problems under the carpet, confront the turbulence that has made residence in your soul.

This is the difficult part, the battle is not against the external forces, instead it’s against yourself. You’re at liberty to choose the day of your independence, how abstract is that? It’s all up to you. Be the marionette your whole life or set yourself free by cutting those strings.

Dear Child

29093960_1861412570632751_5232665781791096832_nI was quite alright with my existence before being battered with all kinds of caustic criticism. I am guessing we all were quite content with the images we saw before us in the mirror before throngs of insults were flung in our direction, the words that robbed us of self esteem and joy and left us feeling pangs of inadequacy.
Well if you were not. Blessed art thou.
I spoke to different people and I posed the question, “Weren’t you happier and less insecure before you people fired shots in your direction about your ‘flaws’?” The answer I got from everyone was a “yes”, I even asked myself that question and I found myself agreeing one hundred percent. I am basically trying to emphasize that no one ever found an error or problem with themselves until someone rushed over to them and told them something was wrong with them.
But I am here to tell you “Dear Child” that you were fearfully and wonderfully made. It is an injustice to feel like any less of a person on the basis of people’s opinions. There will always be a person or people to say something unsavoury but that is alright. The only thing that matters at the end of the day is what God has to say about the content of your character and what you have to say about yourself.
You have been ushered into my poem, “Dear Child.”

The stars knelt down to kiss your face
The heavens held you in their embrace
You were donned in beauty and seasoned by grace
Imperfection? There wasn’t a trace.
Now that you are here on earth
You deeply rue the day of your birth.
And why, when God has a plan for you
To think less of yourself, you’d be a fool.
But I understand, I’ve been there before
When you’re constantly fighting battles, waging wars-
Both in your mind and with the world at large,
The people who are hell-bent on believing they’re in charge
Of where you are going and who you are,
But my dear, you were kissed by the stars.
A vision of beauty so bright and clear
Was all there was when you were near,
The darkness cried mercy, it had much to fear
A prized possession, powerful weapon you are my dear.
Ready to fire they came with blazing guns,
Finding flaws were there were none.
They became the air you breathe,
They compromised your sight, you couldn’t see
They picked you apart limb from limb,
Cloaked your light in darkness, it was ever so dim.

It is not too late, you can turn things around.
Remember that in grace and beauty you were crowned.
Hold on to it forever, let in your mind be set
Brace yourself for how difficult it may get.
Any wick of light and any remnants of joy
Are in this world, made null and void
The stars though, still expect you to shine
So go on and do just that dear child.