My passion,my obsession and fixation are functions of each other,
So, passionately i strives everyday to fight for palm kernel;
when my teeth is stronger,
and to make my hay when the sunshine.
to paddled my own canoe,jealously
when my lake is full or at the brim est
to clear my farm when my cutlass is sharpen most
to worked my hardest,
when my bone is stronger.
hence, i thought continually,my obsession
to be a humanist ,from which,
many derived its grains and green
a shelter to the unwanted and down trodden
a voice for the voiceless, a comforter.
again to be as gentle,and as harmless as a dove
to be a house full of milk and honey
where there is sweetness on every angles
not a back-bitters nor back-stabbers,
neither will speak evil of fellow being for any reason,
but to as a beautiful as a doll in a decor glass,
the reason i want to be a dreamer at a time,
the dream of multi-cultural pedagogy,
so,i fixed my gaze on strong chord of faith,
that the impossible can become good,good,possible.