It's 7:30 in the morning
it's as cold as ice
I'm sitting next to a beautiful girl in taxi
Lilongwe isn't that far in a ractis
she bends to the front Bench
screamed like one invaded by a cramp
she swerves right left.
and stains her yellow lipstick on my blue shirt
I can see pain in her eyes
sixteen eyes are on me,
she leans towards me, holds me tight
I felt flattered so gently
I touched her hand, she's as hot as a burning coal
does she need anyone to talk to ?
I am next to her
I could feel her heart beat faster from her palms landed on my lap
her hands waving, aiming for the taxi roof
she hugged me,
I hugged a total stranger, I felt some comfort in her discomfort
she then was calm, and everyone looked through the window the other side
Though in motion
Just like them
I am just a potion
To be mixed with a stem
To be concocted into some lotion
To cure their poverty problem
I am an albino
A PERSON with albinism
I am not a stray rhino
I have a HUMAN mechanism
I am NOT evil
Neither a charm for Satanism
Now my soul is a refugee
In my own insecure body
My government is like a bribed referee
Who enjoys the parts of my body
Being chopped off like a worthless tree
For greedy reporters to have a story
God of resurrection,
How will I resurrect?
When my head is in Liwonde
My two eyes are in Chiponde
And my remains that were buried in Lilongwe
Are being wolfed down in Mitole?
Since my death is not a serious case
God, was my birth a curse?
Why didn't you let me die in the hands of the nurse?
Now that my world has completely turned worse,
When my innocent life gets snatched from me like a purse
Would you kindly open your heavens widely for my soul to rest?
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