Potential Hater Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Dear Hater!

I have some message for you. It is not the message of hate but love. I do not have beef with you but peace with you.
To you I'm like the post or daily mail newspaper always making headlines, always stocking me and what I do. Does my life really contain you?
How much do you get paid for your cheap gossips because I know that you are a freelancer in world of gossips.
You talk to much as if they have put hot Chili in your mouth.
I'm not angry at you NO!
I'm not attacking you NO!
I'm not insulting you NO!
You amuse me because of your nature. You add smiles to me because of your busy body nature, You have become an athlete because of your gossips. Your tongue is not circumcised, you talk anyhow, spitting poison like a spitting cobra. Your looks are that of a responsible person, but the real you is hypocrisy. You stand like a fig tree bearing nice figs and yet inside those fruits is a house of ants. You are a evangelist for you proclaims gossips. You are evil and destructive more than Ebola.

`Nomba ba hater umfweni` ngatamuli online, Your neighbor will update you. The more you gossip about me, the more you loose your integrity and give me fame. The strength you try to you to bring me down by building up strong towers of gossips against me, The more I will get my trumpet and blow it seven days around your great walls of gossips and you will fall like Jerico.
The more you spread your hate, the more you will grow with wrinkles on your face and ugly because you have not vision like Squirdward in Spongy Bob square pants. You have tried to paint my image a bad picture, you forgot that you actually used water paint but wait for your oil paint as you will be painted like those ladies at jet stores.
Do you really need me to become a Pastor and pray for you that my my enemies loose their front teeths so that they are noticed like you are an advertisement on the billboard.
Because of your anger and rage against the shadow you can not see, you will explode like the phoenix in Harry Potter.
I am like the Gold tested in fire, I have been beaten, insulted humiliated, broken down
But.....
The light beyond the tunnel has always given me hope and motivation, I have always risen and still remained happy. I am strong, I am me, I am highly favored.
If you can't fight me, better you join me in the world of peace.

Yours Malston

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