Let me speak the truth
I swear, sometimes
I hate to meet you crying in my dreams
I know life is not fair for both of us
But seeing tears dripping down your eyes,
It affects my feelings.
So much I want to change this restless mood
Go back into reality
But again I find it stupid to leave you all alone.
One time you complain about your health
Other times you talk about your wealth
How you wish your fingers can get hold of money And stuff it in your starving pockets and perhaps Be liked and gain respect in your society.
Tell me more about your past
Reveal to me the secret
About your two clenched fists
The right hand with a hand cuff dangling on its Wrist and the other one looking free.
Tell me how you thrived to survive
Teach me how to hold a pencil
Then write a letter to hate to love and when I meet you again in my dreams
We will both cry and laugh and you’ll tell me more about how to survive.
BY OBED SHYAKA