Fear that grips always,
Arrests hope and faith,
Rapidly compared to nothing.

Forever it kills life,
Ailing ,it is a diseace,
Rough and it kills.

Future it kills,
Arrangements it halts,
Right on point ,we should end.

As i flip the pages
like i did for ages
one day
it will pay
i mean i wil find something new
which i knew
that i will find a million
for my pages will be read by a battalion
my senses will be right
and i will pay whoever will write
i know it will happen
that my readers will have pens
to write what they know
and i will read 'em come snow
far and wide
i will,as i walk and hear my strides
i will always remain devoted to my friends
even if they never trend
i will read 'em always
until they ask themselves how i make it in all the ways
i will read in the rains
even when my shirt stains
i will read in the sun
even when my head burn
i will read read and read
until i forget to see my breeds
my people will wonder why
but i will hold my answer to buy.
maybe it will happen someday!

I know i am ready
Because my beautiful one is born already
I have grown hair
I saw my dad  had when he sat on his  chair
My beutiful one has the *****
Which i saw my mum had when she bent to remove the *koobs
I have a goat
Which looks like my fathers coat
I will pay it as my dowry
Though my fathers' was jewelry
It has grown long ,my stick
Though i saw my fathers'was thick
I am ready
My beautiful one,after that day told me she felt it heady
I think i am ready to marry
My beautiful one is mary.

I'm here to appologise
For in the battle field i went missing
Was not killed but injured.
I bled so terribly
I was helpless and useless
I picked my pen to write bit it had no ink
I filled in my blood  but my brain failed
I could not think!
I could not translate my mothers' language.
It was really hard.
In fact i decided to just talk to the spirit,
To give you hope and patience
That you may wait until i come
I hope you got the ego to see me again
To hear from me again
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My language is new
I hope you got somebody to translate
Do not worry why my writings are in red,
I have decided to write using my blood.
No access to a shop
No friend to borrow from
The clossest animal here is a tsetse fly
Chewing my skin for blood
My bedding, the leaves,got rained on
And today i will transnight!
My food the black berries,
Are rotting in these heavy rains,
I doubt if in my cave there will be peace tonight,
Snakes are just peeping and i have alot of fears
If anybody can translate this to you,
Please come for my help,
Because my life is in danger!