A look inside!

Maybe the world should have been a place where people get test runs and get to live in one with was afforded for them as a second chance frome the first one earth.

Because we are so prone to mistake even when we have policies that are supposed to create retribution for the transgression of those Policies, we still commit these mistakes. Maybe with a second chance at life we would be able to rectify and affirmatively so the past life's injustices and actus bonis mores,so we may live as expected from the bigger picture, paradise. What you believe in,  where you live and how you live will determine your good morals and that in itself will prove to disapprove unwanted conduct.

So the question here today is how do you best align yourself for what's coming, how do you remain constant of honoured principles in an ever changing world's that preaches and proselytises  it's views.
How do you best remain sane and accepted by a society that has outkasted most of the minority opinion and quashed their voices so as to have a monopolistic structural supremacy setting.

Maybe in the next world, we'll live happily and have less disparities amongst  the aspect of wealth, maybe in that world, we will learn that coulour is not of consequence, maybe in that time we will be ready for what is coming.

And The end is coming.
Are you woke?

The Genesis Of A Mothers Farewell.

Today, I see you last.
I will look at you and remember my past
When I was a boy and you would still wash me
When you would tie my shoes
and I would be so enthusiastic about it
When I would cry and you would curb my pain
With pats my on my back and you would lift my shoulders
You would carry me when I cried the pain of distance
You would cover me when I cried cold
You would blow air onto my face when fever had me
That same time you would have a bucket of water and a damp cloth on my forehead
You were the one that I made to bleed.
Mother you carried  me...

Your whole life
You lived trying to please your children
Till the day of your end
For us there weren't rules you wouldn't bend
You had a dream of seeing us grow into people
People society would accept without thoughts that were crippled
Mother you gave breathe to us.
For nine months and more you carried and provided until you couldn't.
You loved us and you showed it.

Mother Mary, soon to be dust and one with nature.
We mourn your passing and remember your legacy.
We remember the tireless hours you would spend ploughing in the field.
We remember how you were always the last with the hoe to yield.
Yes
I remember your heartbreak when dad went
With these eyes that dropped tears for you.
I saw you cry and I saw beyond physique a part of you
 laid to rest, the day my father took up his grave.
I saw you stumble and I couldnt hold you firm...
My youth wouldn't let me.

Mother Mary,
One who United nations,
One who strengthened relations
One who noticed he importance of opportunities
One who understood the plight of her offspring's
You are no more.

Gone with the Wind.
Eloped with unseen time
To dust as the beginning asked
Our hearts with grief left and scarred
Your passing wounds caused
YOU ARE NO MORE.

RIP MOTHER

Dear Tolerated Darkness.

Dear Youth of colour!


Darken your lips with the language and culture of your mother.
Fill your mind with the wisdom and knowledge of your father.
Realise that the world is changing and you are in it.
Alter for survival but do not lose yourself.

Create principles and abide by them.
Know your history, remember your past.
Make life an expedition for priceless gifts.
Live for a bigger purpose, conquer your quest.
Empathise upon the pain of your elders.
Realise the price of their struggles.
Freedom for you and your siblings.
A paradise just for your existence...
Let logic dictate and decide your fate,
Become the underdog that grew to prominence.
Make yourself substantial, become someone of relevance.
Build a character formed of ethical elements.
Create a legacy that outlives your breathe and
Become a common name in role model examples.

Youth of color...

Black girl...
black boy...
Utilise your abilities.
Take your opportunities.
Affirmative Action
Black Economic Empowerment
These are your policies...
Take plight in your growth.
Learn the love for reading
Open your eyes
Take cognisance of the world's perils.
Live beyond disaster and tell the story of hope.
Breathe victory young one
Live, ascend soar
And be woke..

Yes you youth of colour.