My Life A Metaphor Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

I refuse to live a life which is not mine.
Maturity is getting me better with time like wine.
My life is able to direct some like a sign.
Yet i am willing to fly away but yet i still embrace the ground.
Mine silence to some is the best sound.
The world is a circle and thank God i am still around.
My steps towards success are channelled by excellence.
Not mine but that i have attained from life brilliance.
Experience maybe the best teacher but I am also a student of reason.
I choose the best out of life to escape my own prison.
Freedom to me is nothing but a season.
Which entail the true taste of real hope.


Some call me a philosopher.
I am just embracing the piece of art of beauty culture.
All my life I have exercise patience more than a vulture.
My true African is not in my dialect.
You cannot distinguish it in my skin colour and my accent.
Yet you can see it vividly well in my character in silence.
I see more than visions when i close my eyelids.
Faith has taught me to visualise without my ability to envisage.
In this life i have chose to be a student of every circumstance.
I am not afraid to be an example in every instance.
My life is a breathing sacrifice.
In which its existence is not sustained in me but in the source.