NO FEAR, THEY ARE NEAR. I see a child and meditate for long, "What sort of days will life bring him along?" Who knows what he will do and where his feet will lead, and where his destiny he'll meet.
Will he compete for fame with men so great, or will he fear to leave his building gate? Will he become a bold man of great name or will he be a coward with no aim?
I wonder if wide smiles will clothe his face or if that face will wear a firm grimace. Will he have luck that yields more than he needs? Or he should drudge so hard to feed his kids.
I think for long, while he holds his mum's hand and enjoys walking between mum and dad. He toddles caring not for what may come as long as he walks with his dad and mum. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ____________