I am out now
thinking...
I heard a shout
not a cry
We might be bruised
yet standing,
yet standing,
ever fallen
but up,
heart still within
for all,
eyes still gazing
at the goal.
No man can stop
but us delay.
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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