Wednesday, May 22, 2019
For life will dash us against the rocks. We will be bruised but we must not break.
The history of humanity seems to be defined by human eyes looking away..
The history of humanity can be told in frames of people looking away
For most of us death comes slowly.
And what will you do? You who hears the howling of Ifrani?

Dreams…

I want the last bullet to have already been fired...
The drumming of a heart that beats with the same rhythm as yours?
I wish I could catch me a cloud and sail back to my yesteryears
The struggles of Senghor are the struggles of Stokely, The troubles of Tubman are the troubles of Tambo
Sometimes justice comes for those yet unborn, so that they never face the light...