Friday, 3 March 2017


I Was known as a child that cries
My emotions were easily awaken
My body produced more tears than necessary
Over non essentials I cried for hours
But kept quiet whenever I saw the creatures
I loved them with infinite passion

It all started as a childish hobby
Looking at little creatures through my windows
After Walking through dark valleys of weird shadows
Then, I slept with unsettled mind on the meadows,
Dreamt about large dragons,
And even Horse drawn vehicles called wagons

As an African child, I loved the tales
But hated most superstitions in them
I viewed them as false chronicles
Based on invalid principle
Because they encouraged hatred,
Hatred for my beloved creatures.

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