Though we might never be,
But in sincerity of purpose,
My heart flows like a river of joy
That never cease.
With smiles to my thoughts,
I looked into the sky and wondered,
If the day could ever be without sunshine
I looked again and smile in deep silent
As my heart began to flow in good tidings.
For a call to honour the clarion call,
In the land of the Omo Oduduwa I met her
A strong black maiden from the tribe of Queen Amina
She I would call a warrior daughter of Zion
For the value of virtuousness were clothed in her humility.
I longed to pour out my heart thoughts,
But my faith made me a pretender
For that which I saw, I ignored to speak
But in stroke silent my heart burns
A silent punishment I couldn�t run away from.
Years have gone by,
But the charm of her calm voice
Resonant on every breath of the air
Now, a thought of her,
Gladden my heart to be alive.
Who will bail my thoughts from this that I feel,
For her, my days thought are consumed in dilemma
Guessing and thinking in wait
Can we? Shall we? Would we? Could we ever be?
Puzzle only her heart could solve.
�Nsikak Andrew, 27th January, 2008 & 30th January, 2008