I wore the cloak of
disbelieve
I denied the pass of
a tear
I did sleep unprotected
I am awake
It’s gone …
All gone
Oh what will the heavens
do?
Nothing but watch
As if powerless
When you allow things
preventable to pass
a source of reechoing an integral part of the African tradition, belief and way of life, merging it with the changing currents of this world and the African view on the here after through the means of poetry recitals and writings.
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