Dear stranger, you know sometimes I wanna tap your back just to say I can be there for you, Mr. Man,
Sometimes I wanna give you a very long call just to talk about you, your life, your painful story that you’ve always wanted to tell the society,
To give you an ear that is wide-open to listen to your tribulations, hard times when everyone turns their back on you, in this fast racing world,
But then I ask myself, what if you were born with the spirit of a snake, whoever touches your back would feel the ignition of your poisonous fangs..?🤔

I know if I was given the privilege to follow a great man when I was young enough, fragile, maybe I would’ve been a greater person than I am, today,If I would’ve been circumcised with a person with a great personality, a dreamer who never quits dreaming, maybe I would shake the perimeter wall of this fast-racing world,Sometimes I wanna blame myself why I’ve always listened to you, those days when your courted me to sway away our from the directions of our gods! here on earth,My childhood was tough, you bullied me, but I never gained the confidence to stand before my kinsmen, you “bought fear on my behalf”, actually you manned my thoughts! I never had an escape plan,

You lectured me on the shortcuts of divergence, how we could sneak off the main road, without anyone noticing, How we would utilise the great metals we found lying on the floor, forgotten, how they would be of help in the nearby fast food restaurant,How you taught me the ways of evading a ruthless beating when we succeed in smashing the pot, Infront of them elders,How you were more than willing to succeed Moses in diverging the ways that lead to Canaan, you wanted to be our Aaron,

Now, I want to be precise to you, I’m not here to raise my voice cos I know they love it when it’s low, when it’s on the road, working, walking, I would love to stretch my shorthand to reach your sinking soul, but I’m still afraid you might bite my hand, that would stagnate me, I eat my hands you know,I want to hug you, embrace you, cos you’re among my fellow kinsmen, but then I’m also doubtful what if you weren’t made for us, what if you’re a stranger? What if you’re going to crush my dreams once more? What if you’re a black wolf in the midst of a pack of white sheep?For the sake of my peace, let’s leave it that way, mister Stranger!