By Sylvester Oluoch
Life, you come clothed in rainbow colors, yet I see below your hue
You promise me profits, but make the seller cut what is my due
You fit me with your compromised looking glass to see my world in your hue
When you believe I am pursuing bargains, I choose to serve Africa with a smile
Life, when I order charcoal, you make the supplier send pebbles instead
Your currency is in the wallet; but I hold mine is in the heart instead
Are your earphones for clear hearing? No, you bug them with forms of troll instead
When you believe I am pursuing bargains, I choose to serve Africa with a smile
You think I live under the spell of your echo chamber, but I hear Africa sing
Life, you give us roses, but you rig them with thorns to make pain in Africa ring
You teach me the metrics of receiving, but in my soul, I make giving Africa ring
When you believe I am pursuing bargains, I choose to serve Africa with a smile
In my garden of thought you sow seeds of doubt, fear, and superstition
When you think I limp; I hope, I believe, and I remake myself without your supervision
Life, you command me to memorize only my hurts, but I make my own constitution
When you believe I am pursuing bargains, I choose to serve Africa with a smile
You teach me the bad that works, but I choose The Africa of possibilities
I go round you one over and create the Africa of heavenly probabilities
You send erratic winds to sway my boat, but I whip you with a smile of possibilities
When you believe I am pursuing bargains, I choose to serve Africa with a smile
