Hello Kinsmen, why did you decide to call me names when my ship capsized in deep sea, why? do I look like a joke to you?
I’ve always slept under your feet for decades, that I followed everything that comes from you, but I must keep dumb on my opinion, it isn’t allowed!
When you’re stepping on someone’s feet and they cry out of pain, what’re you supposed to do? Lift your leg swiftly, you’re hurting them!
First of all I’m not fuming on anyone of you, I respect you, but just let me pass, unblock the rocky road, we don’t know what’s on the other side, do we?

There are stories told about my childhood that I never want to hear them again as I peruse new chapters in life, but you, you never forgot, you mention it loudly, happily, passionately,
As if they should have just slayed me, instead of attempting, but why would you do such to your own blood? But I don’t blame you either, our life is like scripted piece of film, just like Jesus’ We’re following a script till our last breath, on earth,
Even after all that rejection, from his own people, he took no vengeance but he walked away, how strong was that man? accepting to carry the burdens of these ungrateful humans, I bow for you, son of a King,
Even at school, in the presence of my Doppleganger, my father, there were still tutors from hell, who wouldn’t deny the urge to punish me, for no offence,

I’ve always allowed for your way, anytime, but where did you take me? To probably a mental hospital, a depression centre for the hopeless,
But now I when I decided to choose me, you immediately switched to a cold mode, my leg is still hurting but I’m not allowed to raise my hand, to cry for help!
Some of you are dictators, just like Iddi Amin Dada, his way was to be followed no matter what, or else you die, but there’s no problem whatsoever, you have the mandate, anyway,
We’re in the land of the living, but still not aware what transpires in the next hour, cos we’re blind but pretend to see, They won’t mention your sins when they take my file for conviction! Alright?