Today,as i lay impatiently in wait
for my ever elusive headway
regrets and pains awash me
The should have's and could have's
the imbalance of nature
the failures of Mama Africa
Maybe,my optimism is far-fetched
but then,i shouldn't be chastised
for being too much of a believer
in a world that bore so much promise
When did we become faceless?
how did we inherit the alps heart?
The cycle of wrongs seem endless
A soothsayer once said to me
"Hold still,yearn little and hope