FUTURE

I think more of the future,
Than the past that I have already outlived,
I envision how my life will be in the near days,
Than my age even needs me to.

I have dreams big dreams at hand,
That I want to dine with them,
And eventually marry them,
To be mine as I their’s.

I have a desire for good things,
Finer things in life,
For if not me,
To whom were they made for?

I seek God’s guidance in things I do,
Because without Him I can’t do it.
I pray for God’s blessings each day I live,
For they will make my plans prosperous.
His unending protection and mercies,
Enable me to navigate through life everyday.
And I can’t thank my God enough for his goodness to me

I want a life for me and my patner,
For together we will make a family,
A happy and beautiful family.

Dear future,
Be kind when my face meets yours.
Be full of fruits and success,
For today I am thriving to make it happen.

Prince Diaries

THE SONG OF A STREET CHILD

In this cold hard streets of strife,
Every day I strive to survive,
With no one to look after me,
Only me for myself.

This is not a life I chose for myself,
Its not the life I ever envisioned in my future,
I don’t even know if I am capable of  owning a future,
Something to call my own.

From hand to mouth,
My daily bread fresh from the pit,
Baked bitter better in heap of litter,
Even when it rotten smells it still glister,
Tasty enough to drive hunger away,
As hopes for another better day set’s sail.

When the sky gets angry and cry rain,
There is nowhere to run to,
Nowhere to seek shelter from.
But into the warm embrace of the streets,
I run to with all the cold enveloping me in hug,
Truly we are made for each other.

Some nights it gets worse,
The police hard on my tail,
With whips to instill what they term as justice,
For a crime I know nothing about,
I am only a victim of circumstances.

Days are exciting and fierce,
Exciting for the faces to see daily,
But incessive for people walking by past me,
With a glowing disgusting smug on their faces,
For the piece of dirt that I am for them to spare a second glance.

Everyday closer to the maker I inch,
But who doesn’t?
It’s not easy having to extant in these clandestine streets,
That breed’s both danger and pleasure in equal measure,
But do I really have a choice?
For survival is better than living that’s why I strive to survive,
Hoping one day to make a life for myself.

Prince Diaries

Just Because I am Different

You told me that beauty is from within,
You also said that beauty never fades,
Because its an inborn sparkle,
That glows even when one is old and grey, right mum?
But why then do they stare at my face and laugh?
Do I really look like a joke?

Most of the days I pretend to ignore it,
Like it affects me not,
For your words echo between my ears,
But I am human too,
I am weak, frail and fragile deep inside.

I smile with with tears in my eyes,
Just to mask the hurt that I feel.
I laugh with sadness in my voice,
Just to show that it does not get to me.
I walk with my head high though in fear,
Convincing myself that I can do it.
But deep down I am crushing.

Mum, how do I tell them this?
How can I make them understand that it’s not my own making?
How do I make them realise that I did not choose this?
That I am just another human trying to survive.

I never chose to be “ugly” as they put it,
Because no one chooses who they are,
No one decides how they are made,
But only chooses what to become.

Mother, It hurts when they laugh at me,
And I have grown a thick skin to handle that,
It’s also painful when they isolate me,
For I am despicable according to them,
That I am not even worthy,
To breath the same air as them,
Not that I care about that either.
But what kills me everyday is when they bully me,
Do I really deserve that mum?
Just because I am different from them?

A Broken Heart in the City

I was young then and filled with dreams
I was a bee, for I could not be swayed from my work
I was a perfectionist to say the least
Because I had a preplanned future
And time was the only thing holding me back

I remember his words clearly
Like the light of day at dawn
I can still hear the echo of his voice
Booming into my tiny head
“Don’t let the city break your heart”

Soon afterwards I went to the city
The big rich city dad has been telling me about
For it was finally time to meet my dreams
And dine with them for life

I was cautious of everything I set my eyes on
Because dad warned me of it, that it wasn’t safe
True to his words, I witnessed it first hand it wasnt safe
But my heart was still beautifully made and beating

Then one day I saw her
The one I thought was made for me
As if she just fell from heaven to my laps
And I wanted her to be mine

I was experienced at being inexperienced
In matters of the heart
For I always believed she will just walk in
And everything will fall into place

No sooner had I anticipated
She was already head over heals about me
As those were the exact words
I was the happiest and intoxicated in love

I forgot all the teachings I was taught
For this was the missing puzzle from my heart
Days flew by and it was perfect
Until it became sower
And just as she came
She vanished into thin air
Taking with her everything I owned
Including my young and now broken heart

It is then that I knew that this is what I was told
What I was always warned about
And not the city as I tend to believe
Then I remembered again
“Don’t let the city break your heart”

With determination
I vowed not to mess this time again
For once beaten twice shy