Born to this mother earth,
Full of challenges, confusions and hilly corruption,
Packaged with sorrowful happiness and,
Of course! Joyful sorrow
Born into a “family of families,”
Indeed, homes of homes!
Never mind if I’m understood or not,
As long as my heart is relieved
Clear from all its entanglements,
I mean my conscience!
‘Being skeptical about my life,
And obviously its timing,
Either right or wrong, I chose to care not!
Is it all going to be lifeless like this to the end?
Really, a question I’ve kept asking myself from age ten;
Missing a sweet heart – dear mum, I presumed!
Life goes on they say,
I chose not to take that,
Can a good sleep be made without a pillow?
O! Good memory fading away,
My source of inner joy dying,
I mean, already in the grave!
God strength carrying me all through!
Kept on wondering,
Have I come to this mother earth the wrong time?
Hmmm, rhetorical I guess.
Better still, “Have I time to this world the right come”?
Frustrated and confused as I am,
Explains my state of mind!
O! they say or I heard,
Life is not a bed of “hibiscus”
I got to know that for the truth,
Full of ups and downs;
Embedded with disappointments, “hatred” and injustice;
Indeed! Life is full of thongs on its bed!
I’m I the one missing out,
Does life appoint to disappoint?
Does life celebrate to mock?
Life! Do you identify to frustrate?
Do you love to hate?
Life! Do you give to take?
Getting the more confused I am!
Yes! Hated by those who ought to love,
Killed by those that should resurrect,
Crucify by those that should forgive,
Misunderstood by those that should understand,
Discouraged by those that should encourage,
In fact! Finish by those that should start!
Many statements, little words;
Much to talk, few to say;
Much to look, few to see;
Lost the only person that understands,
But nothing to do!
Explains my lifeless life!