Where do I unravel myself,
So that should there be some respite
Someplace
It meets me in that place?
Where do I undo myself?
There is no time for us all
See how that one has screamed herself hoarse
Yet no one stops to ask:
“Should I perhaps, help you carry yourself?”
Good days are gone. Now, we cannot
Send one with water in a calabash to another
At a distance.
Empathy died, so the one will tire fast,
His hands will grow stiff
The water will spill.
“I can only feel my flesh”
Are the words we’ve strung round our necks,
Do I lie?
When arguments prolong
No one’s voice is heard
Can we not debate instead?
Alas, who to start!
Everyone says;
“I do not lament because of the other”
Baseless chatter!
All souls would be lost
When peace arrives.
Me
Me
Me
So where do I unravel myself?
Show me.
Where do I break down myself,
So that if there is some helper
Somewhere
He would come running
To pull me up on my feet
And mend me?
Me
Me
Me
Our town went up in flames
That is why I ask you.
Show me.
Where do I go?
UPSILAMBA!!! 