Born just like Leonardo da Vinci. His star is visible by shepherds on far and near fields. At his naming were wise men and women with gifts. Alas! Same is seen, being led to the gallows of destruction. Being marshalled by soldiers of his own ignorance. What deserved him this brutality? Unachieved dreams being his accusers claimed he committed crimes against his own destiny. His counsels made up of hope and prayer came in with several appeals but nothing positive came in. In his own voice he said, Am like a man whose torch is going out in the caves beneath the forest of Balor. A drowning man clutching onto a straw. A straw offered by a politician with no certainty of lasting. I also dreamed the dream of the greats. But the dream of inclusion has been lost by the reality of illusion. The lamb at Golgotha. He still counted on his lawyers till there came a light. A voice of favour lighted up his candle. Dancing with it he began, forgetting the pains of yesteryears. Then wisdom gave him a t...
Am not sure when again to soar, but to soar again, definitely am sure. A wound to the chest but not enough to prevent my best. The heart I still have, I shall again chest the open air and pull up my best cos my best yet is to step its foot on the last stair. Though the wound is living behind a scar, the ground I won't stay because I am a star. Deriving motivation from the vibration in and around, I'll have to put luggage of the past in the thrash very fast. Yes, It is impossible to wash away the leopards pores, yet it has nothing to do with its hunting course. This is staying around for long but am assuring the world am strong. Am still the eagle, refusing to be depressed and forever remain single. If a story is to be told of a broken person, it wont be of me, cos mine is going to be a courageous lesson. Wise Makafui Afun