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I want to get out of the lion’s den
And enjoy myself in the garden of Eden,
The caves are dark without light,
Every hour looks like a night
Wondering how to fight without sight.
I tried so hard to be a saint
Even though Iam struggling in faith,
I still hear stories that give me hope.
I am sweating to reach the top
And I am staying principled like a cop.
My forefathers have been waiting for centuries,
For the final judgement day
And I have a feeling it’s now closer.
He gives me pain
He is attractive but messy
He is a chocolated pepper
I love him so much but
Is it worth it?
I can’t imagine
How I cry for him
Is love too big
For this torment?
Is it worth it?
I am in love
With the devil
Maybe love is my demon
Rolling from downtown I was a nobody,
Some still remember me as a child,
Not what I came here to do.
I wanted to change the lives of millions,
Millions were present but they were offline like cellphones on airplane mode,
I asked myself what if I could change the lives of one hundred thousand people?
Only to find one hundred thousand on airplane mode,
It made me question my purpose being here.
What if I could change the lives of one thousand people?
I was desperate for an answer and it made me wonder if my questions could be answered?
What if I could change the lives of hundred people?
Maybe the world was closing it’s ears with earphones?
What if I could change the lives of 10 people?
The more I reduced the numbers, hope started fading away
I asked myself again what if I could change the life of one person?
That’s when it all started by changing the life of one person.
I inspired someone who was about to commit suicide and he didn’t die,
It made me understand that’s it’s all about impact not numbers. Even though I changed the life of one person, my life also changed to.
Words can change people’s lives, words can destroy people’s lives. What is it you are delivering to the world? I can no longer ask myself the same question but let me ask you. What if you could change the life of one person? I have changed the lives of more than three thousand people but it had to start with one. I am talking to the youth who have a thousand dreams and aspirations, you see no limits for you are already seeing millions, I will not thwart your pride.
I am still going to ask you, what if you could change the life of one person?
What if you were called to offer people just one lesson?
What if you could start with one dream?
I know and I believe all your dreams will come true by starting with one dream. You are here to make a difference.
What if you could change the life of one person?
I am scared to death
Because I don’t want to mess up
But I can no longer
Keep my feelings a secret
I am imperfect
But my love for you is perfect.
I should have told you sooner
But being a perfectionist
Made me live in hell
While waiting
For the perfect moment.
There is no perfect moment
There is only a perfect you.
Just let me know
If you feel the same.
When you are sinking
Into the silence of death
Disappearing like dust
Thrown in the air
You will realise
That time is not fair
For you want to keep living.
You can’t even get a chance
To write your last message
To your loved ones.
This life is too short
To empty all of you
To the world.
Your last understanding
On your departure
Is to remember
That people know
Half of the truth
About who you were.
Some things
You wish people knew
Will remain a secret
Not because you wanted it that way
But there wasn’t enough time
To relay the message.
Who will be the first
To finish this life race
For time moves at a faster pace
Even though we go to a better place,
Orphans are left to live in a nest.
With the death of a legend
The whole library will be burnt,
Too much wisdom subtracted
And we are all affected.
This is the truth we all face.
I wish I could blame my eyes
Or even blame my heart
And even my mind
For being attracted to you.
Let me be bold as a man
Let me take the crime
And I am right her confessing to you
I like you and I am willing
To know about you.
I might be a stranger
But all friends were once strangers.
I want to go further than a mile
And be more than a friend.
This is me pouring my heart to you
Linda.
Dear society
Let me be back on it again. The culture we crave as a people is being stomped on.
The 21st century children are dropping African norms, and it’s sounds funny to me that the same society blames them for abandoning these norms.
Aren’t you the ones who failed to teach. If I still remember well a community is made sound by people. I am a product of the community.
It’s not only my parents who made me upright. What about the teachers at school. What about the neighbor next door? What about the councilors, MP’s and the President at large. All these contributed intentionally and passively.
Look then at old folks telling their buddies about a child lacking manners from next door, the simple focus is shaming the child or even the parents for failing to teach their child but you offer no corrections
That same child you are leaving going astray will affect your grandchildren one day. All manners learnt are not only results of being taught but seen for all children learn by imitation not only what you tell them.
Action speak louder than words right. Your words don’t matter anymore than your actions. I also asked around trying to get a full set of what we call manners in this society. Nobody can even tell me these norms to cross even 10 meaningful ones but we are only good at noticing good manners from bad manners after a bad act is done. What a poor way of learning about manners.
Moreover stop mixing African religion with tradition or culture. Does it mean leaving African religion is leaving African norms for many mix the two to become one.
Even if we want to go deeper, who said African medicine was bad. The moment you trying connecting this to African religion people bail out. Look now what made ” Zumbani” so popular. Some African medicine still laying around.
This is the 21st century, no African man has written a single book on African medicine which would be verified by health sciences in medical labs. We talk too much of these herbs orally.
What then, if these old folks leave this Earth without getting real information on African herbs or are we still bragging with pride that you have more wisdom than the youth.
Will that pride amount to something because the same youth will become old like you without a legacy of your existence. What a poor Africa?
Who will go deeper in putting African (hunhu/Ubuntu) in a syllabus for we are tired of old folks noticing bad manners without remedy.
A society can be ill, but who will design a remedy set aside for reference. A Christian community is better it can not be perfect but at least they can do remedies using the Bible.
If these African norms are so important, set aside a remedy book for reference for no one wants to hear you blubber nonsense. I beg your forgiveness if I am too hard, what would I do to get real answers from you when you are archiving them in your hearts. Let me do the unspeakable for others to solve their unspeakable problems. After all appreciate my intentions not my act.
You lure her into romance
And abuse her emotionally
And beat her physically
Neither do you let her
Grow spiritually.
Let her hate you!
You take her for granted
You don’t listen to her speak
As your presence disappear
Like smoke in the air.
Let her walk away!
You drive her insane
And you want her to endure pain
You treat her like a slave
And you want her
To act like your queen.
Let her scold you!
You keep her in the shadows
And shut all her windows
While you flourish
In your own pride
Let her haunt you!
I find rehabilitation in her arms
A lady so fine making me feel like a boss
She is my medicine, my only dose
She is all I want as a painkiller
I walk down the road without insecurities
For I am well cared for
I am the man standing firm
Like a pillar because she is in my life
Let me brag, I find heaven in my wife.
In her heart is a fortress filled with love.
“I have lived half my life single,
What makes you think
I cant live without you”
I remember I said this in anger.
I close my eyes and I see you
I open my eyes and still see you
I look in the sky and your image is still painted in blue.
I broke up with you last week
But I have been thinking about you all week,
Missing you so bad now I am feeling sick
Lied to myself ” I don’t need you”
My life has been modified by you.
I thought I don’t need an upgrade
Yet an upgrade was all I needed
And I found it in you.
It’s hard for me as it is,
Please accept my apology
For I have never said sorry in my entire life,
I am really really sorry.
Please forgive me.
Heart Pro 