Whom The Cap Fits

Should wear it.
Not by dexterity, might or powers,
Or, aesthetic appearance, beauty or eloquence
And not by the manipulation of some political will powers
But by grace and divine will.
F or I know you before you were born.

Born to rule is fake,
Nobody was born to rule.
It takes His grace
If favoured by the Supreme will,
As a man ahead of his time.
Divinely ordained by his maker,
Then, you are home and dry.
As the Supreme Choice of the Most High.

Family inheritance notwithstanding
Not all are born to rule.
Some are misfits, without clear standing,
While others merely existed.
It takes His grace for ordination.
And not by your making.
F or I have told you.

Whom the Cap fits
Should wear it.
And not by force of any manipulation.
Having found yourself in a priviledged position
Stop the intimidation
And accord him his right of place
No matter how?
F or all are not equal
As we are created differently
And divinely blessed accordingly.

So, stop stealing time
And be purpose driven
Else, you cloud yourself with shame
And loose your worth and self esteem
Because of your domineering attitude
And exit yourself from power
Disgracefully and forcefully without relevance
As counter powers multiply,
And enemies gather momentum.
So be wise
When the ovation is still thunderous.

My son,
N ever you be an imposter
Because you are privileged
At a time you may crash
And be at war with yourself
Doubting the truth from your privileged view
Restlessly you will be
As karma sets in

Let it be
Whom the cap fits
Should wear it
No two ways about it
Stop the imposition for eyes are watching
F or you are not the only one who deserves the best
Allow others in the queue
To have a bite
Don’t be all over the place as a dictator
And confuse yourself
After all you are not the best

But always remember
That history will demand the truth from you someday
Of wasted years of non impactful life of peoples’ resources
You must account for it and pay dearly
As no sinner goes unpunished
You ruin your generation and place curse on them
F or selfish interest and sit tight syndrome
Not knowing that wealth is a vapour
Look back and pause
And see beyond yourself
To avoid the impending calamity

Always give way;
To whom the cap fits
To wear it.
As all cannot be kings at the same time
And not all will be followers as well.
Weare gifted differently
As designed in our palms
Don’t rise beyond your destiny
Or move faster than your shadow
Be guided to avoid crash
Always save your face and have the message
F or the voice had spoken.

Written by Joseph Igwe