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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