Coloured Future Poem by Great Victor

We made him here.
He is a son of this African playground, nurtured to stain this world with the dirt of his wisdom.
His words echoes from depts of muddy ambitions, his trails are bound to the wooden sit of freedom.

We made him here.
He is not the first to elope with crayons of our civilization, but he is a promise of truth revealed, maybe finally the west will see our shine.
His future is tangled to the dust of this playground; His skin bears the mark of our dance steps.

We made him here; we sent him away
Yet soon he will return, upholding the broken brushes of our story
Soon he will return, Coloured but dusted by his pride
Soon he will return -
Soon he will colour this World.