when i was young
I wanted to go to outside
but now i guess i was wrong
to think i could use a road that was shorter

I refused to work in a system that swallowed my will to live
and when i changed my mind
I saved as much as i could and mocked
those who sided with my mother

kizito, johnatello, armano,
these names would fit our destination.
we took the path in the desert
when the car got spoilt, we took the ground
and walked silently embracing our damnation.

today my clothes are torn
my shoes worn
my skin burns
I want to feel cold❄️

-Winniefred F. Gbemuotor