The African Sun (From the afterlife diary)
Two weeks, two weeks!
I haven’t seen the face of the African sun
I haven’t felt the heat from this beautiful golden ball
Yes, the one that I never paid attention to
The one that marks day break and signal its end
Yes, that one
The one we curse often when it strikes at us so hard
Yes, that one
Here I’m confined in my little prison
Wishing I could see its face
Feel its warmth
No matter my struggles
My body has rebelled
The entire body appears to have sat in a meeting
None of the parts will agree to cooperate
So all I can do is see it’s light from afar and fantasize
With streaks on my face marking my desire
PC: Geoff Walker
Through the eyes of AYENYO Joanita

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