To Pfungwa*
The others, they're the living dead in solitude,
of friends and foes who fizzled for lack of attitude,
ladies who dreamt of becoming beauty queens,
dreams that became hollow manuscripts; never to see the screens.
But me and my life, our destiny is significant,
my passion remains militant.
To fulfil a purpose,
A cause littered with all but intelligent verbose.
Pfungwa,
forgive my folly of yesterday,
I have my excuse, the tardiness of youth I say.
Allow me to enter your better dreams,
of sunny blue skies and many awes in screams.
Forgive me, if in all this I still fall short
Caress my guts and chide what hubris brought.
It was your fault in any case,
You sowed a seed in me to bargain for nothing less.
Little did you know God’s plan and action,
is for me to lead a nation.
A nation I call me,
that with no borders, tax, or any fee.
The path I travel has crossed many,
providence and dividends for the price of a penny.
Of strangers and creatures,
writing fiction and vanity pictures.
I learnt of Oysters that bore a pearl,
hardships that will make me an Earl!
*pfungwa- mind, thoughts.
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