Every second it dot.Just as the day and night never end.It begins in the East and set in the west It set our lives to her order.Time ended in an individual lifetime. Time tells our story.Time tell our past.Time creates the future. It keep existing.Even when we are gone.Thus, Time’ is our undoing.
When we needed yam.We knocked at their door.When we wanted to plant.We knocked at their door.When we wanted to harvest.We knocked at their door.When we wanted to pound.We knocked at their door.When we wanted to eat.We knocked at their door.When we were thirsty.We still asked them for water.Africa!The big brother beggar.
The house which we built.It was built with bamboo sticksCrafted in and out with rainbow like stripes. Beautiful ‘ as they called it.Our people dwell in peaceful without tribal difference.It was like a house of spider where security is their watchword. Suddenly, the house which our fathers built has become a jungle.Where tribes and religions … Read moreHouse On Fire