When the wait is over
When the carping ends in corporate encomiums
And the victim turns victor because the centre can now hold
That is when we shall, with naked eyes, face the naked truth:
If there is something to learn from history,
It is that man never learns from history.
The old axiom:
A wise man learns from his mistakes and a wisest from others’
Only exists in quotes and chambers of memory
When the bridges have been burned in protest
How do we bus lovers and enemies to our celebration?
When we took eye for eye and are now left with only the blind,
Who leads who to our repast?
Do not celebrate with a sharpened axe because you’re the victor
Do not laugh in the sun, Mr Salt
African weather is not an unreliable
Because it’s an consistently inconsistent clock
It’s the only thing that changes, reason we rely on it
When all is over and you’re king
Do you still have brothers and enemies?
A candid enemy is better than a grave, wati
