I am my Barbers most regular customer 

He once asked why I come for haircuts 

Way too frequently 

I tell him there is already too much on my head 

And I don’t want my hair adding to all of it

But If I am ever brave enough to let it grow

I will weave it

But while everyone will admire the braids

Only I will know that those are no cornrows but race tracks

Because there is a lot running through my mind

And this one seems to be a marathon because these thought never seem to reach the finish line

What do you do when your brain doesn’t know the difference between sleep and sprint

So every time you lay on your mat

It’s on your mask

Get set to sleep

You are ready

But then a trigger goes off

A random thought thinks it’s an umpire and triggers your anxiety 

And now there is a war in your mind and your sleep is caught in  the cross-fire

Eyes wide open like you just dodged a bullet

Rolling from side to side on your bed as if you take cover

But do you know how to make a bulletproof from a blanket 

You hide under your pillow as if to play hide and seek with slumber

And you find yourself lucky every single time sleep finds you

The next morning 

You wake up to the news of Bandits hijacking a train in Kaduna and you wonder

If it would also make it to the news if these journalists knew

That like the bandits

Your worries have been hijacking your train of thoughts 

I have offered all my focus as ransom

And now I can’t even afford to pay attention 

All I am left with is a mustard seed of faith

The holy book says it can move a mountain 

But we are about to find out if it can calm a raging storm 

So peace be still 

Peace be still

My anxiety says the quality of these piece is still in doubt

But my faith says be anxious for nothing

Now there’s a war in my head

Anxiety says be Anxious

My faith says for Nothing

Be Anxious for nothing 

Cause the hairs of my head are numbered by God

No matter how many times I barb them