If you're right, write
Even if you're wrong, write
If you're free, write
Even if you're  busy, find time to write

Write cos it's your right
Write cos you need no rite to write
Write cos you have the ability to write
And that's enough to begin to write

Write when it's boring
Write when it's interesting
Write when it's indescribable
So in any situation, just write

Write the past
Write the future
Write the real
Write your imagination

What you write will remind you
What you write may inspire you

So I write...
Just write

Till the day man goes to his eternal home,
Up and down this world he continues to roam
Frozen by the cold rain in the night
And warmed in a sunny day
Till the day air can no more seesaw in and out his lungs
He remains in the battlefield to make a way
A path his successors should find easier than he had
The bruises of a pathmaker must he incur because of a desirable future for his descendants he fights to secure

For the visionary man knows that
To make a better tomorrow
He must live like today is a borrow
A stuff not t spend on luxuries but to be invested in order to look back at and use as the foundation of his success storeys

Let the torn have her pound of flesh
Let the stones have their own next
As far as the skin is not taken away
The scars will only be the witness of the way

On and on he moves the success road till he sees that something improves

If our father's had remained in Babel till our days
The rest of the world would have been left a thick forest
A place crying to be discovered
So as life remains in the body of man
The task of getting the day's job done must he man
And that remains the plan

Where life exists, there hope is found
So we are down but still around
With enough strength, we're off the ground
Dennis Rodman; we will rebound

You quitter!
What have you achieved so far?
You bow out before the finishing line
You throw in the towel before the bell
What trophy have you to show now?

You quitter!
What have you left in your quiver?
Nothing more than excuses that makes you feel fine
The very reason you cannot gel
What achivement have you to show now?

You quitter!
When are you becoming a believer?
You have all the qualities to shine
It is like an overflowing well
Are you quitting or believing now?

Been through tough times
Toughest I pray they ever will be.

They are not to compare with youthful years in Robben Island - Locked away
Yet the hearts that felt the pounding can measure it so.

Been broken beyond repairs.

Been rediculed far more than the storm which rides my disaster
But in all
I pursue at glory
Cos hope got me still sticking in there
Since the flesh that embodies the phoenix still holds.

In the street corners he lives,
Waiting for the next moment of 'feelgood'.

Watching the sun rise and fall,
He seeks comfort in the shadow of men.

His glory days play before his eyes;
His dreams in black and white.

His favourite wish written in past tense;
Tenses only time travel can change.

"I wish I rejected that substance that day."

Let my hands still hold on You oh keeper of my soul.

My dreams hang around You but my will seems sold.

My heart is heavy for i'm reaping the setback I've sowed.

Please invigorate my being once again to lift up my soul,
For the battle is still and the reward is that crown of old.

How then lose I a portion I have for long wanted to hold?

Give me assistance anew oh loving Father.
Be it me among your children once again when there's a gather.

Oh mercy my Maker!
Let my prayer prompt peace within me.
For my heart war against my mind;
Feshly desires being the mastermind.

If my crave for You can't win me your presence,
Consider the blood because it cannot lose it's essence.

For am he who was bought with the ever valuable blood.
In it am forever clad.