okot innocent angeeyo (28th november 1991 / gulu-uganda)
The feeling has no name
And yet saying, thank you,
Express a bit of it.
I am, and will forever be grateful
Yet all I can say is,
Noble was the deed, and relieved was me,
It’s just a deed in my struggle, just a hand,
But without it, other hands would mean
Madam! Yes I call you.
Whatever made you do it,
I may not know, but can guess.
And is what I would teach myself every other day,
That I shall have a chance of living.
Yes I will try everyday.
You have directed me to future’s home,
Yes, I will go
And here I say,
When am there, you will be grateful,
Am talking too much, I know.
But saying thank you would and will never repay your deed.
All I can say, humanly is
Thank you again,
God will guide your steps.
I know it’s late, but now is the best time.
OKOT INNOCENT ANGEEYO
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