The Unknown

The Unknown Enforcing my authenticity because I am a child of the Most High... I am a citizen of Zion, concealed with zest With my quiver full of destructive creativities Sharpen with ingenuities Garnished with embellished tongues of Holy Ghost pen... I conquered territories built by self-limitations Bringing down every high and low thought of illusory fantasy... Bedwetting a chain of change in the history of mankind I am the unknown, yet to be reveal I am the revealed, yet to be understood I stooped and shook Swimming and soaring with minds above the region of my nose... With new vigour, I smell the roses... Ready to cock a snook with intellectual vagabond... You may call me, son of a gun, Simply because my guts outweigh your guns I don't give a damn because You are little in your views about me Watch me, I am the unknown……… Awoh Kingsley 9th November, 2012 Written at the Zone A, Nigeria Customs Harvey, Yaba, Lagos.