Growing up, I was caught up between
Two world's
The first, a semblance glimpse of possibilities, and the other, a dream far from reality.
I took each day as an unholy beckon of pain,
With clenched fist, my mind keeps wondering why.
"What could that be," your curious mind, couldn't resist the 'Why'.
My childhood stories are not too spicy to be told,
But within them are road maps that led my path to greatness unfold.
Every moment, every pain, a lesson that will guide me till am old.
It all began in a small village call Betem,
Where each day is a gift, and each moment a chance to live.
An old culture, that left mother and child to their fate.
A culture that deprives us of our father's love & care.
"You belong to your mother's family" echoe Papa's voice, while I cry with broken dreams of a future too far to behold.
"Never worry my son" came whispers from Mama's tired voice,
Yet suiting with hopes and a promise of better days, but the presence unsure.
With eyes filled with tears, and a heart of pain.
I can see more of me in the faces of a thousand more, filled with pains.
An excuse of tradition, leaving mother and child to their fate.
How long will this go untamed?
Like an angry lion, I stoop to conquer,
For this venom of a tradition, must be tame and not pampered.
This I chose to do, to suit my rising temper,
A mission to rewrite a story that has eaten deeper than cancer.
In this voyage and quest to make a difference,
I have set sail.
A dream and a goal set for a win and not a mind for sale
My heart plunge, to right the wrong of the past.
A dream to impact and fulfill this glorious task.