In a world of daffodils I sit,
Glued to the loving fragrance
Of green leaves.
The freshness of the air hit me,
Then it began; my worries.
From the corner of my room:
Questions ranging from family
In a family I lead
With the task of opening path.
if I can keep the pace;
Beat expectations girdling me
And create that path to heaven
To give answers to rising questions.
To this community I now lay,
This great land of knowledge:
Seeing the helplessness
Of a government once active
As it seems to drown deep in the river.
If that prestige will return;
The father of Aluta seems to slumber
In a moment of prosperous crisis.
I worry our sacrosanctity extinct.
Going further to my father land:
With this festering continuing
And the land seeming decayed already
As the beasts of the jungle
Continue to devour the peasants.
If we still deserve that tag
“Giant of Africa”. I worry
When we shall stop depreciating
And show that hidden divine strength.
With no exception to the ” blacks”:
Stagnation chose our continent
As we are made to rule but ruled,
Darkness begs to takeover
And our ignorance rule us.
When we shall stand as an adult,
Extinct influence of another colour.
I worry when our epistle will be written
On the emergence of Africa.
When my worry will cease to worry,
When my sorry will become fury
And extinct my worry in a lorry
To transform my worry to glory.