I reminisce about my childhood,
the only time for which I have fond memories.
I take a journey backwards into time past,i explore what was and I loathe what is.
The nostalgia grips me,
i recap on how innocent I was,
way before vice stained my innocent soul.
I am like a caged bird,
trapped in the present with no leeway to the past
What was can no longer be.
All I can do is reminisce,
the chasm between now and then is too wide.
I can't bridge the divide.
Had I super power,
to bridge the rift between now and then.
If I could escape to my childhood,
i would learn again what it is to be merry,to laugh and to love,
but all that is vain imagination.
All I can do is reminisce.
I embark on an expedition into my childhood,
all in that land is expedient.
No grudges, no sorrows, in that land time heals all.
When I said thank you papa,
it was from the fullness of the heart.
When I said mama I love you,
that had one meaning.
Adulthood has corrupted me,
a master of deceit have I become.
My being harbors hate, anger , hypocrisy and betrayal.
In my childhood memories do I experience again,
to be content,to play hide and seek in mama's backyard.
In that world dreams come true,
but in adulthood is discontent,
skepticism,resignation to fate.
Tears gush out of my eyes,
i long for my childhood,
but all I have is childhood memories
I am the new man, emancipated
/ from the grip of my past,
/ I am the new man,
/ I am a prisoner of hope.
/ I embrace dignity, great expectations and new beginnings.
/ My past is behind me,
/ miles in the distance.
/ I am seduced by the future,
/ as I close the gaping hole into my past.
/ I am the new man sign in to read more »
We weep,we wail!
/ Mama Afrika.It is a paradox
/ how rich you are,
/ yet so impoverished.
/ You are heavily endowed,
/ in your bosom is the finest gold,
/ your womb oozes the choicest diamonds,magnanimous platinum.
/ Alas!We shed many tears.
/ They have emasculated you,
/ you have no might in the United sign in to read more »
I have a dream, tattooed on my heart,
/ encrypted in my mind to become the man
/ God has fashioned me to be.
/ But along the way do I topple obstacles,
/ convert impossibilities into possibilities,
/ dislodge stumbling blocks
/ and tame them into stepping stones
/ I give a cold shoulder to the sign in to read more »
December 18, 2007
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