Inzwi Rangu

The pain is flowing in my veins
It's dripping through my eyes
As it lay on the surfaces of my face
For I got unique features but they are all laying damp
The showel is yet to come whose back am I going to be carried upon?

Matters of life Are matters of love
Issues of Marriage Are matters of Relationship
An ulcer in the Family is the issues of Success and Failures
Matters of Religion concerns Faith
Devotion,loyalty and commitment are matters of Love
Matters of Friendship relates to the bond

Nevertheless...all these can be broken and burn into ashes...The existence of these turns into predicaments
They construct a life which is also yet to end

In no time love won't matter,success won't be significant,failures will lose meaning

Religion will come forth..bury you with their Faith you're going somewhere
Henceforth...The matter that's more important after all is between you and God

The contrast in life is just that Religion forces you to go through the predicaments to get to God

THE HEART I LOVED AND LEFT
I HEREBY INFORM YOU THAT
I HOLD YOU DEAR
I LIVE WITH YOU.
AS I AM GONE,I HOLD YOU DEAR.
GREAT SHE..QUEEN BEE YOU WILL NEVER FAIL ME

I FAIL TO BE FILIAL BUT THE DEVOTION I HAVE
IT IS WELL NURTURED INSIDE OF ME BY YOU
OPEN THE EYES OF YOUR HEART
LOUD AND CLEAR IT IS
MY LOVE FOR YOU MOM
*J.C*

In the middle of the sea Do you walk or limp
In the midst of the streets Do you see who smile and brags about you
Do you have insight of those who backbite you
Do you have those who eavesdrop when they talk about you
How do you realise youre breathing
And some breathtaking moments do they happen to you

My poor soul...Pure golden and black
The pride that survive the poverty
The will that drives through motions of suffering
The pain of being a spectactor of my fellow dreamers
Seeing all of the dreams being demolished before being constructed

And I ask myself am i living
Do we walk or we Limp
Maybe revolution went in Vain
Was it a revolution of an Evolution
With which we gather upon for to revolt for

Arguements for Conclusion sake
For No Change Nonetheless

Wishing for it to begin where it ends but it ends where it begins
Just a merrygorindo
We go in circles in search of answers that apparently are in us
We taste the wrath of our own medicines till we choke
But it is all in us my African Pride

Dreadful is the beast which summons ye to the dreadend
It stings more than when you get to its hive
In the name of love conqured oceans of life
Groaned and we mourn now
Crawled till we cant reach out
Breathed till it ceased
Did we seize the days of inhaling by the way
In our deepest sorrow we had bitter tears till they fermented sour
Again the recorde goes on

All goes to the He
He who drowned and washed out the zeal in me
Meandering along the riversands paved by salty water
Whatever it was came a graze in a gaze of despair
Paired through our pains and courage
I stand with a He Rather than "He"and a She who stood by me

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