The Stubborn Seed Poem by Emmanuel Karikoga

You a digged a hole and buried me with dry soil of hatred,
You shunned the light from my face, abandoned me in a lonesome grave.
With each day that passed;
I had to dine with no hope and remained trapped in that darkness,
I had to stretch my mind with thoughts of how I could escape that place.

As I counted down time to seal and accept my own fate,
The heavens noticed my agony and traded it with raindrops of grace.
A single drop was more than enough to revive my fighting spirit,
It assisted me, brought back the sense of purpose and personal dignity,
Which was the perfect recipe I needed to prove that I am the stubborn seed.

But....!
You mistook my slowness to sprout as a sign of weakness,
Tried to cover me with excrement and got a taste of my adroitness.
I'm not omnscient but my courage is no match for your unending loathe.
When you thought you had dislodged me under the carpet of displeasure,
I showed no remorse and wrestled your wet concrete with vigour.
The moment you sat down to celebrate that sublime win,
I halted that celebration with my arsenal of determination,
And proved once again that I am the stubborn seed.

You concealed me in one form but in three days I appeared differently,
Its not a sign of disability but its the existence of triumph,
Does it make you feel anxious?
Does it wipe away your inborn envy and your darling deception?
If it does not,
I will take my time, wrestle toe to toe til I prove that I am still *the stubborn seed*.