Dear procrastination,

Roses are red, violets are blue but my academic results keep showing red because of books unread. You sneaked into the garden of my mind in the guise of short-term comfort. You persuaded me to taste of the apple of comfort zone. But in truth, your intention was to gain legitimate access to plant multiple trees of bad habits to cripple my productivity.

You intoxicated me with the pleasure of playing with my beards for hours. Now, the productivity soil in my mental garden is desolate. You became my “jailer” like the song of Asa. You've invaded my time treasury for years and all I have now is a bumper harvest of regrets, wishes, pressure, forgotten dreams, undone tasks and ignored potentials.

But right now, there is “no tears left to cry” like Ariana Grande because I'm prepared to engage in total deforestation of the trees of procrastination you planted through a strong “focus” like Joeboy. I won't “runaway” like Rema and Aurora from my responsibilities again but stand “twice as tall” with the mindset of an “African giant" like Burnaboy.

This is to inform you our friendship is over. I've decided to burn the bridges bringing us together. I met a new friend named Diligence and we're in a serious relationship. He told me self-discipline, determination, and many other healthy habits will metorphose my desolate ecosystem to a fruitful garden.

Goodbye procrastination.

Sincerely,

Olaoluwa.