Home Of Slaves Poem by Okello Baloyi

Life is like an onion, the more layers you peel, the more your life gets harder. But unconditional love is nourishment, paramount of affection one could desire, only if we could treat love as a deity.

While forfeiting someone doesn't come with pain only but also bequeath some knowledge to the remaining, my forefathers have prevailed eternal, cause discussion of them will forever brought up whenever history is the matter.

No wisdom is too much to take in, the recent generation has turned ignorant. Bit by bit, human jobs will be whipped out and supplanted by technology, while others hide behind the false image of the son of the Lord