MY EARLY POEMS

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.