The Epic Moment

I lift my head and here I see you walk pass ...
I freeze for a moment and wonder if it is what I saw?           
                                                            
I compose myself as cold shock thrills through my body..
The fear of what I am faced with.. Yet the fact of reality is what my eyes can see...  
     
My mind spirals with lots of thoughts yet I compose myself ...
I compose myself as this moment was proof and  inner reflections of how I regard my relations and connection to you. Yes You.

I have endured it all by crafting it all and letting it be ..

But eish ... the lift of my head and the witnessing of my eyes has struck so much in me... and have closed doors and entries of inter connections. .
                              
As I walk this journey of my life...
I shall continue lifting my head as strive to live the person I know I am.. it was that moment...

My Roots

As I celebrate my roots as an African, a child of the soil, a child longing and craving for a better tomorrow...

 

I shy away as my needs as a child of the soil is in the hands of self centred and literal being who fail to acknowledge and celebrate the resources for all...

 

Those who control the system magnify their wellbeing yet many of us feed from the left overs...
                                   
As I celebrate my roots - the pain internally is so deep it saddens me as I reflect and many of my brothers and sistas are seeking for the basic needs yet there is no aid..

 

My Africa... Oh my motherland. .

What have I done... why am I still facing what I am facing after so many years of strides and strives....

 

25 May 2014