My father; my hero My mother; my Angel My Guardian my friend For your centuries of support Thank you
For centuries of love Self denial and support That i be educated In a crazily literate world And be liberated from oppression Thank you
For years I ran your race Successfully with laurels Thought to make you proud Especially amongst your friends That you be proud But within, unfufilment brewed
I 'A'ced my courses Accolades poured on you As parents of the best student" Even though it earned me a place As a valedictorian I was dead within
Crowded in the hall Many saw the smiles The media went frenzy An academia was born But behind the smile Lies a lonely soul For i was dead within
You never asked who i was Never exploited my gifts The reason God created me You turned me to a machine "La cram", "La pour" Then with honours i graduated
I love you Dad I adore you Mum For programing my life That you may be happy I hated you with passion I loved you, then i hated you
Tired of the statusquo My best friend too is Victims of circumstances We made to satisfy you That we may embark On a journey to self discovery And truly find fulfillment
As i make to receive my scroll It is a gift i owe you Receive it in peace and joy That i may be free Free to pursue my course And take responsibility therefrom
The scales are fallen Awash with sea salt Surely i will fail But in failure i will learn It is a condiment for success For surely Every balloon can fly If we can just try
My son is a Doctor My daughter is a Lawyer I want you to be a Pilot She will make a great Accountant The Porters plan you distorted But HE awaits you Your time in judgement you'll have For every was created for a purpose
On the part of self-discovery Many destinies are tired to mine Therefore i must manifest On land the Cheetah reigns The Sailfish dominates the sea While the Eagle rules the sky Each operating in their timezone and space
If you are in my shoes You have a voiceless voice Don't worry Your time will come Even if they pretend all is well Play the fool and breast the tape It will all end in praise
This torment is but for a while Then you can gift it to them Your certificates and laurels Only then can follow your path Like a Bird iniquitously caged And fly to the sky Where creativity and talent reigns supreme