During the creche I was forced in
With heavy bag
Left early in the morning
Returned late in the evening
Dreary and weary
During the primary.....
So much of discomforts
With no comforts at home either
Assignment
Times I get company with cane
Sometime denied of lunch and dinner
They had hope,"so that you could be great"
The six years was hell!!!!
The next three years.....
I was introduced to many strange subjects
Sometime fun,other time hellish
I never know what fate is ahead of me
The next was another 3years
That was said "decides my fate"
I merry take it
It was lovely...
To leave early in the morning and come back late
Joyfully I took the night
Several night candles was burn
But was my fate
To be what I decide I wish to become
Some comrades dropped off for apprentice
Some put in for family ways
Some live it as it comes
Some didn't wish those
But it comes and happens
Some put in for higher courses
7 years of suffering
7 years of misfortune day and night
Hunger and junk
Sleepless and restless
Taking everything to brains
Suffering and smiling
Believing it is well once am done
After this plus a year in khaki
The colleagues I left at home are making it
They've started imparting and fruiting
After this years...
All was but waste
Back to the same room
The single room
With is
Now refeeding
I was informed I should go back to my father's old farm
I was told to go for apprenticeship
I was told I'm not significant since
My parent on own farm
I better go and learn from my old friends
I should start again as an Alphabeta
I should think of way of helping myself
You never told me this!!!!
I would have started earlier
You kept saying"EDUCATION IS THE BEST LEGACY"
My teachers and my parents are responsible
They should have told me not to hold the pen
But Hoe and Machete
I should believe in seedlings, transplanting,soil....
Not in my books and pen
Go back to farm!!!
Go and enrol as an apprentice
Go back to your grandparents old farm!!!
You do not belong to sit on couch and soffa
But on stool!
Is this the promise
Then we will continue growing wild and wide like fire in the dried reed
We will be there and not here
We have equal birth and death
#anticipate#