We are on a journey to a known destination
But we've not found the way.
Drought, famine and violent breeze
The season is still harmattan;
Dew and mist despite the passage of several days,
Months and years, we are still in the morning.

The unpleasant interlude_ his own time bought with brute_
The previous night was spent chasing away
Our exploiting messiah; but showed us not the way
Who only pointed to the promise land;
And mocks us now with hypocrisies.

Wet by the morning dew,
Chilled to the bone by the violent breeze of this season
And blinded by the mist patches;
The bodies are not able and the eyes can barely see.
Weve still not found the way,
How shallow and unbecoming, but we keep going!

Africa, in this jungle,
Must we employ the robber who destroyed our door to help repair it?
Why do we run around begging for sycophantic helps?
Why do we not pause and reflect:
Find means of getting some warmth and weathering these patches of fog?
Why dont we act wisely and intelligibly?

Ethereal_ my mind has gone far;
Which I wish to distantly observe and inform,
Very far beyond the precincts of this material world.

Politics, time, gender violence or what?
My head is scattered and I don't know what to write.
But the effigy of a damsel silhouettes adamantly upon my imagination;
The bearer of this shape,
Permanent upon my clairvoyance consciousness
Has a gentle soul laden with solace_
Radiating towards my scattered head,
Ameliorating the spontaneity there in;
To stray no more, and beckoning my dissipated psyche back home.

Of a damsel, the silhouette pleasantly speak of LOVE
And I cannot but write love;
So as to tell you there's solace in love.

For I have seen jewels, and I have a gem,
The beauty, though flawless
Has not sufficient charms to enchant my ascetic soul.
But why am I falling, faltering and cracking up?

This curiosity burning in my soul
And the emotional complications therein
Suffice for the why I have so stubbornly pestered you
Just to the point of exclaiming: "is it possible to love two?"

But I don't know.
I don't know; as I don't know the reason behind
Your coquettish choice of me.
I don't know; as I can't still fathom the why I have decided
To grok the esoteric proclamations of your possessed soul,
Despite the warning of dire consequences,
And pursue this strange but interesting entanglement.

"Stay away from me;" you said
"I am dangerous for you."
But the drunk me is no man back off
Albeit the apparent reasons to fear.

The journey is complicated;
The weird eruptions in my stomach best define it.
But I am no man to back off.
The impulsive me is no man to back off
From this eloquent "foolhardiness"
Which end I cannot predict.

So if stubborn this hypnosis has made me,
Why don't you consider we connecting beyond this realm?
To the aquifer underground, beneath all the rocks_ your home_
Take my hands, take me there for the fortification of my soul.
And return me strong, sturdy and invincible for my marvels.