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
