Praying "Lord guide my feet through this hectic life affair
Clutching on my soul like laces on a formal pair
i seek where who is, and i sorta lost myself
tried to gird my loins with truth and sorta bruised my belt"
Overdosed in comatose state
ambition, pursuit of love and truth fighting death then lying in a prostate position
my sober intuition makes an inquisition:
"In all this pursuit, what have you gained?
a little fame, a little hope, a little weight,
a lot of love, a little hate, a lot of giving and rebate.
smiling there, lying in prostate, warrior, at war, battling"
"What has become of your previous achievements?
what of those nights in the mountains? remember once you got soaked in June?
Seeking YOUR God... Kundi testify"
"... seeking YOUR Savior, Seeking YOUR King. yes, son, it was always YOU first.
SEEKING!! Never found, but in the process.."
"In the process, you gained a lot.
a lot of faith, a lot of dreams"
"A lot of sleepless nights and meat less days"
"A lot of.."
"lot of hope. Unashamedly carrIED YOUR BIBLE AROUND AND.."
"SMILED WHEN THEY YELLED PASTOR! AND MOCKED YOU.. THEN!!!!! fruit..."
"Maybe I'm deaf now..."
"No you are not!! between Malachi and Christ lies 400 years,
and you weep because God has been silent for 4 months?"
"Your shred off you cloak as prophet of the times,
you put down the pen, you put down the camera,
you chased away the scribe in you and let doubt creep into mind LITTLE...!"
"What of that man's daughter?"
"The one you hurt?"
"She said i didn't.."
"Thats what they all say"
"Maybe I'm deaf.."
""In you i encapsulated myself, in you i let a
beacon shine and set examples... she said you didn't? RIGHT!!
JUST LIKE THE SKY LOOKS purple!"
"STUBBORN! KIZITO! who gave you that name anyway??
You have become an embodiment of a lot of things,
you have fought hard to escape the ugly, you're dusted, you're almost clean and you think!
as always you..."
"just have to think"
shut your ears