I never use to know how to swim.
I remember the fear of swimming.
How i dreaded the streams and yet lived the act.
The cold that snuffles into my skin is sweet as i feel air passing through my pores.
The harmattan breeze voice coming from afar.
I cease and pause to wonder. The way season and climates change.
When friends send invite for a swimming visit. A call i will gladly accept. Because of the believe that one day i will know it.
I i admire people that conquers the universe, in differs ways, j saw swimming as ability to walk on waters.
The supernatural ability to maneuver nature with the flesh.
We once watched a video of a lady running with stone in her hands inside the ocean with breathing apparatus.
I applaude extraordinary achievers in this life that has in one way or the other contributed in adding to knowledge