My Dear the undervalued, the under-privileged,
the less fortunate or the neglected in society:

Yes, I know
I know that you’ve gone hungry and thirsty;
I know that you don’t have enough clothes
to keep warm;
I know that you’ve been mistreated
by humanity;
I know that you have no roof over your head
I know that you have been sick;
I know that you have been in prison
because of no fault of your own;
and I also know that you don’t know
what love is.

Yes, I know
I know that you’ve been broken, lost and empty;
I know that you’ve carried a heart with no beat;
I know that you are cold and bitter;
I know that you’re scared;
I know that your heart is bleeding;
I know it’s hard to fight;
and I also know
that I could love you much better.

I shall try;
I shall try to undo the bitterness and the pain;
I shall try to teach you how
to make the hunger pangs
become fewer and far apart.

I shall try;
I shall try to lighten up your skies
with bright, shiny colours of hope.

I shall try to wipe the tears
that have planted sorrow and mistrust
into your fragile, broken, innocent heart.

Yes. Yes. I shall try.

I shall try to strengthen and encourage you;
I shall try to lift you up
because I know that I can love you better.

I shall try to make your morning sun glorious,
and your night moon sparklingly beautiful.

I shall try to be your father, your mother
and your sibling too.

Yes. I shall try.

So help me God.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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