My inheritance

Over 20 years now,

Or something close to that,

It’s a little blurry but the purity of the innocence then

Paints a picture.

It began with much tender care and love

Then your mama taught you everything patiently

She never got angry when you robbed her sleep

Or bit on her while she fed you; she groomed you

Because you were innocent

A blank slate, so they said was being scribbled

By Mother Nature and her inhabitants

Time passed and pages turned,

A few years now and the book can be substantiated

What have we here?

What is your inheritance?

Society gives what society receives…

The innocence all soiled now.

Look at how we lowly hang our pants,

Look look!!

It’s nothing compared to how high the short skirts go!

But then no sin is greater than the other

This is our inheritance,

You and I

A thoughtful person said, smoke’s genesis is fire

And fire comes fourth from a spark,

Find your spark and quench your shameful inheritance

Change the destiny and inheritance of those we predicate

But look!!! Words ain’t gonna change a thing,

It’s going to be your voice

My voice.

For the inheritance.

by Moses Nyaemo


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