I am born of Christ With myself I don’t consider more fond of light Nor my walks agile and gentle to conform But one thing for sure, I know my

I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique

God, your ways I cannot fathom Your Power I cannot explain I mean, not so long I was eating from the remains of my enemies I was at the feet

I was not cuddled as a toddler Never had the latest of brickgames and Rubik’s Cube I never knew what it is to own the latest Nintendo or Wii But

‘Ng’ombe’ and ‘Kwani wewe ni ng’ombe?’ Were the phrases that filled my ears In my rogue childhood I remember how you pinched my ears When it was reported that I

Am tiny Yes,  a bead lost into the oblivion I am a fragment One soaked in black tar and difficult to trace I am a broken shell with serrated sides

I thought I was worthless Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers And no more did negative notes scribble my pad I

Does putting your feet in water And flapping your limbs in the shallow end Make you an expert swimmer? Does masking your photo with word art And applying numerous filters