What a life!
What a moment!
So finally this is were I am,
I wish I could turn back the hands of time,
I wish I could correct the errors of the past,
I wish I could undo the deeds long done,
I wish I could change the mistakes I made years back.
Looking back at the past, I could have done it differently,
What was I thinking then though?
Was I blinded by the fantasies of love?
Was I under some magical enchantment?
Was I obsessed by the quest for power and wealth?
Was I bewildered by the frivolities and euphoria of walking into stardom?
Could it be my ego?
Could it be some egoistic manipulations?
Oh! ! ! It was my entire fault,
I really could have done it differently,
This is my cross now and am hauling it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The child lifts his fists against his father in the march of the generations who shouts Afrika! shout the breath of righteousness and blood in the streets of his embattled pride -I.J.-