Fate Poem by Ike Chime

Little tree branch
With high aspiration
To bear flowers
Colourful flowers
Sweet smelling flowers
That bees attract

Aspiring high
like other branches
to add to the greenery
sprouting own leaves
photosynthesise
and be part of the forest

your vascular bundle
hoped to join the rest
building up the tree family
carrying nutrients up and down
your tiny buds
hoping to bear fruits someday

But here you are
In the engine compartment
Of a mammy-wagon
Locked up
in it’s furnace
Matted with grease and oil

Your duty, to prop the lid
Of this rickety wagon
That ply dusty village roads
In the tropical heat
That stops every kilometre
For a drink of water

Poor little stick
Where are all your dreams
and aspiration
of green leaves
fruits
flowers and all.