The sky is now blue.
I must follow the rule,
And put on the shoe.
Not even going after the footprints of a fool.
I must gaze forth,
To put my base south.
Driven by certain winds blowing from north to south.
Will I find a cup of joe in a foreign country?
Will I not make a mountain out of a molehill?
And will I throw in the towel?
Really, I'm between a rock and a hard place.
Author:CLEMENT MGHOGHO
(From Malawi)