Here I’m again,
With my compadre standing on the shoulder,
I feel the energy has been replenished,
I’ve finally crossed the border to another space, rich in opportunities,
Six foot I buried my trepidation,
I had to trudge upto this space to fullfil my dreams.

The streets have it that I’m a failure,
They say I’m less productive to them,
Anything great that comes out me, sounds meaningless to them,
They’ve crowned me as a man of misfortunes,
I’ve been slurred and devalued,
Is it because of my humble background,
That you have all the reasons to ostracized me?
Do y’all have have to smirk and laugh at me?

We’re all transgressors,
We all have equal measure before God’s eye,
No power lies within us human beings to judge every individual’s state,
It’s God only who can rate our states.
I was bestowed with a pure Golden heart,
I’ll never loathe those mockers but instead I will always put them inside my basket of forgiveness.

Hard, I’ve been taught to survive,
Thus why I’m in this Dreamland space to seize every opportunity that best suits me,
My dream is to change this painful reality that pinches every part of my skin,
I don’t want enemies to call me a failure,
The word failure doesn’t fit Mr go-getter.

Even if they call me a failure,
They will have only define my outer part,
Deep inside, I comprehend my full potentials and abilities,
I can transform the current reality to a much preferable one,
I’ve learnt to chase what best belongs to me.

Nature has given me a wonderful opportunity to explore,
I won’t tire seeking for the pearls belonging to my life.
During period of temptations,
I will show my unwavering faith to all those mockers,
Nothing but the best will come out of me in the end.

Whisper of dawn and dusk.

By MAXWELL KAMAU.