Lovely death marks the ending of all the
Beginning of things irrespective of
Human hierarchies and achievements. As the belly of
The dust never full or have constipation,
Days had gone into nights and nights had gone into days
And everyday gone count one thousand days in my life.
While weeks had gone into months and months into years, still no sign of you.
For the days are outnumbered that my mathematical prowess can't calculate.
The land of peace, unity, freedom and justice
Loving one another with great transparency.
A continent of racist-free populace
Of black ancestry with norms that are prissy.
Today you are plus one with a new life
And may you toil the actualization
Of your dreams because the future belongs
To those who believes in the beauty of
Dear African Leaders,
I am writing this letter as a speaker for the plebeians
From whom governments are formed
Through their patriotism to the ballot boxes