Am scared of failure.
Don’t get me wrong
Am not scared of my failure,
Rather am scared of getting lost
In the failures of my people.
Naive and blind to reality
I chose this path,
Now 3 years down the road
I ask myself
Or rather let me ask you…
Would things get better?
Or am I going to be another patsy in your politics?
My mind is a busy hub,
Bustling with creativity
Daydreaming of the changes yet to come
And technologies never to be seen.
I know it’s not easy
And I have the choice of exploring opportunities
But is it a crime to love my roots?
I want to work with a free conscience,
Roam the streets like the autumn wind
And render my services like Santa on Christmas Eve.
So I ask you this;
When will we take a step in the right direction?
In a few months…
We need to wake up from our barren slumber,
The highest bidder does not always give a satisfactory result.
When will we think beyond ourselves?
To the poor that cannot afford a plane ticket
And the old that has nurtured a rare infection,
When will the mortality rate decrease?
For cases not worth a visit to heaven.
You might not have the answers now
But the solutions are embedded in the seat you occupy,
Carelessly lying on the desk in front of you
Or in one of those storage rooms across.
All it takes is a disciplined signature from your ink in the right direction.
An incoming doctor.
Student | Poet | Daughter