He walks like a man
That has no foresight
A firsth look tells no story of him
Who is he?
Who knows his family?
Questions upon question asked
But no answer at sight.
That has no foresight
A firsth look tells no story of him
Who is he?
Who knows his family?
Questions upon question asked
But no answer at sight.
He walks in slowness
In calculated speeches
He delivers his thoughts
In companion of books
He feeds himself daily
For the little loaf he carries
Are the powerhouse
That sat among Kings.
�Nsikak Andrew, 10th October, 2007 & 18th January, 2008