I have a past like a tribal mark of zebra.
I know where I am.
I know where I am coming from.
I know where I have been.
Like a jungle child, I know where I am.
I know where I am going,
but not beyond echoes of my legend drums.
I have a root;
though brutally shaken and rooted has never
given up it's ghost.
I know my roots, no matter forces
of the ruining rain on the graceful
body of Ostrich;
Its beauty; will never fade.
I have come to stay, not to be
blown balloon in the crazy chilly
wind of Babylon,
but to stay strong in roots that made me thick
I have come to stay like tomorrow
without end.
I have a past, my past is my life
the mother of my future.
Like every other journey to the peak
I am ready to take care of the
ups and downs,
to be loved and cherished in the crown of my
heritage.
I have a past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Chidi, loved every single word as it is excellently worded. Siya_! !