The day I spread out my wings to fly, It’s the day I realized I could touch the sky.
That’s when someone called out my name, they were like “who was there when you needed a shoulder to lean on?” Those moments when deserted wasn’t close to the meaning. The days when trouble came by and nobody dropped by.
But now, even when doing something close to nothing, I still float. When you reach there, thrush all your despisers, flog your nemesis.
Mind you, weaknesses do not count, clinging on history ain’t an option. Monday was insane, Thursday left me in tipsy-Ville.
Dong Dong!!! Someone is on my door? Can’t make a peek, I don’t trust my soul. How will I trust Mr. Neighbour?
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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