Dark Soul
The euphoria of his screams, fueled my desire to continue
Where Words Find Their Wings
The euphoria of his screams, fueled my desire to continue
Teaching is a calling not a profession, Don't mistake this for a chicken and egg question
I married a teacher for a wife maybe a companion, But all I get are rough handling for a caressing,
They said we won’t last , it made us laugh. But deep down I knew it to be true.
She looks at all those letters, once perfumed but now
I'm a cold fish coz of the environment I grew in, The world taught me to be a dark horse.
And when we creep down like soldiers, We want to scream,
(Plot by Lucy Oduor) I still cry over my lost child,
As I walk back home, My heart is heavy and burdened,
Every night I cry myself to sleep
Tired and forlorn, My gaze smirks at the moonlit sky,
Mama, Why do this