“…T’ojo ba nro,
Tabi t’orun ba n ran,
Labe igi orombo…”
There is something comforting,
About the usual.
The everyday menu, the trusted;
They appear and vanish
With less to no fuss.
There is no risk here,
They afford you the satisfaction
Of your choosing.
No disappointments, no agony, no ache;
You are well aware of what you’re buying.
Would you swap this satisfaction
And certainty for something else?
Something exotically (or otherwise)
Would you risk leaving your comfort zone?
Even when you know your happiness
And peace of mind might be at risk?
Is this special menu worth the risk
And inherent ache?
Well, with the usual,
You know what to expect;
And you sure know what you’ll get.
However, is this really enough?
Don’t we want crazy, daring and different?
I sure know I want the unpredictable.
Yes, I’ll stick with my frustrating special.
It runs late, it is spicy,
And it could even be burnt;
But it keeps me on my toes, anticipating.
It keeps me interested,
Intrigued and expectant.
Most especially, it never gets boring.
There is always a twist and
It offers the eccentricities I crave.
It could be hard to love;
Yet, it is hard to let go.
I guess I’m addicted and worse still,
I don’t know why.
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