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,
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
For the inheritance.
by Moses Nyaemo