Gazing upon the evening skies…
Can you see the beauty of the bright west?
Can you fathom the warmth of the colorful wonder?
Can you feel the cool breeze blowing?
I cherish this more than Jollof Rice.
My God! what a marvelous wonder,
A perfect gaze could rid one of all ponder,
Of all the hate and drama,
Of all spiteful lips,
Can this be my karma?
Even the trees dance
and the birds waver home.
Arms open wide; This is trance.
I just want to be lost in it.
What is wrong with us? It has always been a long game, yet we take it for granted. Decisions are taken just for fame yet we sit back muted. Recycled heads on the throne, too careless for ‘done’. Dry lands; Sinking shallow boreholes, and gradually tainting young dreams. Only Eagle eyes see the trapped holes.
What is wrong with you? Get up and take a stand, there is never coincidence. A chess game; act with fore-sight and confidence. Does the father not become the child when old and the child the father! Why then are you ruled by children? Does the salt not season all the beans in a pot? How then can you sit back unaffected? You lie! you’re just short sighted.
What is wrong with me? Is my ink to faint to be read or is thy eyes to blind to read? I try but I fail, I try again but I still fail. Are the words to blur or are my thoughts to vague? I spill yet again; Only a glimpse favoured by your eye. Whatever! Truth must be told.