Tales of the Wanderlust

Vibes of victory Over vice brutality & treachery Over exploitation, destruction and treachery. Waves of hope To tide over disasters and diseases To tide over penury and prejudice To tide over oppression and depression . Beaming smiles, Radiant faces Thoughtful eyes and able bodies Unbreakable spirit to keep fighting The internal and external enemies. One finds all of these here – Africa, This is where the mankind came from And this is where the mankind will return to. 

The tantalizing purposelessness The guilt inducing vacuum Sound of piercing chats, confusing piety Desperate Calling out to a misunderstood deity Purple pink sky  The golden yellow lights of bulbs Tug of war between elevation and elation Closure of one more episode of countless lives Fear of safe return And anxiety like that of roosting birds Forewarning of the darkness to come Aching longing for the distant joy Vacillating loyalties Rising royalties for the people who tread the uncharted Neither the light to understand nor the darkness to hide, my sins I hate the twilight, whenever I get the time to think whenever I get the liberty to be myself I hate the twilight.