​But I write because I can't fight it
Sometimes I sleep with one eyes closed at night
Sleep is the cousin of death
So am scared if I stare too deep into my subconscious I lose sight of my conscious
But if death's such a mystery and life's such a misery why do I cling so much to the latter
Is it cos of what's waiting for me on the other side?
Is it good or is it evil?
Is he white or he's black?
If he's black I probably shouldn't follow if I have learnt anything from watching tv
Our perception of God is highly dependent on our impression of colour

George Owen is a Nigerian writer.
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We see the future too
Seemingly tattered
In our dirty designers’
Our soles, our shoes
 
We have a future too
Waiting each day for the stroke of lightening luck.
We eat with mud-plated spoons,
Waiting for the hope of someday.

Taking a stand away from my mess
I stare at how I take a stand
Viewing my innermost doggedness as a magic wand
I see an older me refusing to deserve less
 
Let no one tell me I am messy
Let no one despise my physical make up
Let no one make up stories about how I refused to wake up
Let no one tell me I am but a *Sisi
 

On the whetstone of history
Times and seasons have come and gone
Still we journey in the circle of ideas and philosophies of men
We were made to believe our opinions
and insights could not get past the walls of a kitchen
Yet our creativity is men's activities
We see the future too
 
We see as rain clouds form
Gathering oceans with tiny drops
Making the genesis of seas and oceans
We know the future is not tomorrow but now
We create the future because we see it
We see the future too

The future in her gently grows
She caters, cares and bears
She shares her soul with them
She holds the future first
 
Just when the time is right
The future, She birth at night
She takes the time and pain
And nurse with all her vein
 
He left to build the world
With tools and self and pride
He locked her back at home
With 'Future' by her side
 
He never knew her worth
"To hell with her " he thought
But here's what's real and true
She sees the future too.