So lucky that everyday I wake up in my country & walk to work in the land & grounds of my birth-to live my work
The sun as it rises knows my name and it tucks me into bed when it sets-thick with love & warmth, even in winters landscapes
The rain when it falls washes away my tears & knows me by the sound of my prayers
The church as it stands has christened me & makes me purer when I want to learn more about Christ; the sweetest waters from the rivers hold my girth;
The hospital has given birth to me & heals my wounds when I am sick
My thoughts as they are guide me towards counting my blessings, because there are many many people in this world who wish to be heard-I am but a drop in the Ocean
On the days that I don’t feel & look so lucky it is because my existence comes with difficult responsibilities & favours
The economy begs me not to overspend its pennies
The democracy seeks patience from me to arrive safely to its conclusions & Ideas while I still can
The family warns me not to miss any more gatherings & ceremonies-they are tired of the excuses
The company threatens not to pay me and
The people ask me not to forget their names.
When I don’t feel so lucky it is because I am conscience that even alone as I stand I constitute the life-blood & intelligence of my land-my people demand it daily
As a people our intellect has its roots in our understanding of each other & survival to another day, another time
This intellect feels positive about time spent building & creating a colourful Buzz about our future
Our future is not easy to predict because of threats from others who have experienced strife followed by democracy, before us.
They speak of its short lengths, the false promises, the lies and the suicide of its birth. They speak of a dying youth-like birds, migrating to other lands far, to seek medical attention and a voice to tell their stories to others who will riot about it successfully.
The critics will even hold the ideas of the Youth League president hostage and search his pockets for anything to mislead his trail of thinking-in his quest to lead the fresh visionaries;
They wish for him to say nothing right
I am taken aback & reminded of my birth in the heart of the Bantu-Stans & am left feeling unlucky by the kind of strengths I need to remove dubious thoughts & silly street-talk that serves from this corner, another, soon: everywhere! It is twisted!
Nonetheless everyday that I live-I am Lucky.
The Collection: Whispers of the day & Monologues of Today
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