I am nearly an old person!
Stuck here in no man's land...

precious memories
oh! how they linger toughing my soul...

let me show you my darker side.
Not in a creepy way...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

“ME”//\\ “I”
Call me names if you will...

Un- plugged but totally connected, that is me
Midnight on my clock...

Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...

my heart may not have eyes and ears
but that is where I am at...

crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...

POVERTY
Sheets of corrugated iron...

There are many powerful men in our land
But they are worthless...