My Teacher, My tea, The preacher
My teacher the mother she was
To many kids i knew or even saw
She taught me to read which i did better than many of her own.

I played to wounds as she  nursed them with love
And when i lost a tooth, she replaced it with a penny and so i learned to earn
Saveless the spending
See my empty bottle and tummy all full to her mercy
Meals in full with no bill to clear

My misbehaviour attracted her tender slaps
To which i cried and smiled to the latter
In ink and paper i see your presence
So i remember not to forget you
Each of my smiles is a written letter of thanks to you.

Last weekend i visited trouble
Climbed to its cliff and sat by its hairs.
The smells of trouble weren't strong
The sight was unseen too
It was inevitable to cross the bridge
Though tense surrounded my bottom.

When i met her in the city right in the middle
She smiled so sharp that it penetrated my shyness  
I couldn't figure out  what drew my legs closer
I didn't loose the chance of clinging closer
As almost intimate as a hair follicle
She turned back and glared like a model
I was already immersed in her shadow.

I needed myself out of trouble
Knowing she careied a portion of love in her
Her face was shrinked and strict
My ambitions falling to my knees
This didn't dismiss her hind from bouncing
And so i went in hiccups in loss of words.
Wait when i return after a pill
You survived today, tomorrow not
#herdsmanofprogress

The sound of the clouds
The noise of the winds
Yes they have a great message for me
Its the bell of change for the better
If you doubt me my actions will defend me
If you stick with me we are better than them
And if assist me my father above will pay back
Am tickled by hardwork laid in strength of progress
We got not to fight to get them, take a step each moment each time
Great minds listen to ideas rather than chucks for fan.

Always Sit next to your self, the Inna man is close to reality

The little lady bird afar, the one that breathes with a soft soothing smile
She that carries a golden heart unexplored
I wonder what you would choose to wear
A pink for a shine or blue for the sky
I know your little cries will be trumpets of melodies
My ears are bound to hear even your current absence
I only watch you from dreams.
But that way you stil ******* with happiness
When i tire to slumber; I am awaken
by the fact of handwork that you may
find and dine on a bright tomorrow.
Each day i watch through my window
and i wonder which door you will use to come fulfill my Joy.
We shall chuckle and giggle crawl and leap together, hope as we hop and count to align all the stars.
Don't forget to cry my name - papa for my ears will dance in waves, i will always have my eyes to you to guide and protect thee.
#herdsmanofprogress

I am a small body with a big heart
Small head with a wise mind
Dark face with white focus
The sight of focus on me
The smile that tortures my fears