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We leave our country in search of a new life but we end up paying a painful sacrifice, I can live with it, if it has future benefit, but I don’t intend to go through it for the rest of my life.

I have traveled to state, cities and town and everywhere I go there is a lesson to learn; I have to walk with garbage bag on my head and I have toiled in the bushes and pretend as if I am dead.

I have to learn to scream and shout and I have to dig rat holes; I have to learn to climb a tree, and I have to learn how to crawl on my knees.

You have a lesson to teach and you tell me to take of my shoe and walk barefooted on the street. You have a lesson to teach and you tell the students to strip naked and jog on the beach in a temperature that is minus zero degrees. 

You have a lesson to teach and you tell me to walk a mile from home in the scorching heat just to get you a cup of coffee to make you happy.

You wake the children early in the morning and send them in the wet bush without socks, mitten or shoe, to kneel down in the trenches to appease the  deity of your inner world.

They cough all night and almost lost their lives, when the ambulance cam
e their bodies were cold but quick thinking brought them back to the world.

I have learnt many lessons behind close doors and I have learnt something conforming on the dance floor, when my heart is overwhelmed and my sorrows spills tears upon my bed the lesson you are trying to teach has stirred up the heat and I still cannot understand it. 

I think methodically and sometimes I think rationally and when I cannot find my way out sometimes, I think logically.

There is meaning in everything and I feel a certain passion when I sing, the lessons that I have learnt are not the one you are trying to teach me; they are the lessons that come naturally.

They come through challenges, harassment, provocations, hunger and starvation they are the lessons that make me strong. They are belittling and painful but once you learn to handle it, you will chase the enemy off the cliff.

What lesson you are trying to teach me, I have cross over a mountain of “seas”, I have walked on long dusty roads and I have sat in temples for long hours in meditation to cleanse my soul.

I have learnt many lessons in the past and the agony that I felt did not last, I went through it for a day before another lesson could come my way.

What lesson are you trying to teach, I know how to ride on rough seas, I know how to steady the boat; I know how to catch a big fish and serve it as my main dish

What lesson must I learn? Am I going to continue to live in the dirt? I have made myself dirty to please you and I wash my body to displease you

What lesson are you trying to teach? I heard that you are hard to please; you have got to let them go so that they can find a new path and I can continue my own show.

What lesson are you trying to teach?
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