Before i had my innocence thrown
Between the laps of women '
Before i knew that a red rose can
Win a lady's heart.
Back when my heart has no
Wings yet it flys.
What is more cherishable than the
Smiles on my mother's lips when
She feeds me?
Then life was a smile of dove,
Running through the streets
Barefooted had the seeming of honey'
Voices of my peers at the playground
Was uplifting '
Dancing under the rain was always more
Inspiring than the voice of my teachers.
I was an ordinary African child finding
My ways through it soil..
I had a childhood i wish i could