Not because you don’t have the inclination
To fathom my accent means that I’m dumb
This is some prove of your tunnel vision
Stop talking, ‘cause when you speak, I hear a thump
What else can I say
Of color, creed, state or race?
We chat as if we’ve been old friends
But what’s the boundary, but what’s the difference
As the old adage, goodbye is the saddest word to say
But I’m saying it with the assurance that you have given
By helping us to rediscover ourselves in two hundred and thirteen days
Of which time, our disillusionment transformed into a passion in flames
My name is Thomas M. Sarko, and I am an activist. My vision is to create spaces for young Liberians to better their lives through the use of art.
Over the past ten years, I have led many grassroots initiatives through sports and sanitation, together with programs on peace building, education and leadership.
Growing up in post-war Libe ...