‘White Hills Road’,
Your muse is like a kite which has taken me so far away!
For your ‘ganja-tea’ took me so high.
My life and my leadership came to you,
And like the clash of the ideologies around;
But i left my nightmare on the street last night.
I give thanks to your hot-milk,
But i will live up to speak out my mind;
And i am ready to learn from your ideologies as well.
And like the message of the fowls of the air who do view us all.With my soul i have desired you my love,For you are naked under the apple tree of love;With my love i will be with you always,For your nakedness is before me like a film!But i saw the face of a man,…
Then show me the doors of your room,For i am ever ready to visit you with the true peace of my mind!
And do make the roll call to see who has left us,For Yahweh is not a man that He should change His mind.
Daily guide,A message from a plantain seller;Nike, like, hike, mike, dike, bike, kike, pike!And like the muse of sellers at ‘Bosoma Market’;But there i met the products that i needed.
Because today’s story is full of the sadness of your muse!
But to restore the order of this welfare is like,The muse of Romeo and Juliet! !Beer, jeer, peer, seer, deer, leer, veer, queer;And of the lies being peddled against you!But i amAdisco in the land of Red Roses,And i am here with the facts on this issue.
