How deeply the stream runs in my veins, opening up to a volume, immense as the universe ,
It’s essence can never be conveyed by any word, living or dead, written or oral.
No scale made by man can ever measure it’s weight.
It lodges in the innermost Chambers of my heart,
Where it’s fragrance creates quantum energy for my soul.
To keep me going on crowded
Or lonely roads
Where supplies were scare or non existent.
To those who were solicited,
To those who gave of themselves voluntarily,
To those who heard by chance and were moved to reach out and touch with a benevolent hand,
To those who who had nothing but offered a comforting words
To those who harvested my tears and kept them away in bottle gourds
Even to those who sneered and hardened my resolve to see the end of the scorched highway.
May the wind bring to your doorsteps the goodness you spread upstream
It may not be over yet, but I hear the voices of domestic animals,
An oasis of hope must be close by
There I will meet you and we shall break kola nuts and share fresh palm wine.