Democracy

Spell-check, use it, don’t abuse it, spell-check, if I was your teacher id ring your neck.

Your grammar, your punctuation your pronunciation, it’s an embarrassment to the African nation.

Your words your feelings its like exaggeration , dramatisation, no wait my words my feelings my spelling , my punctuation its my very own creation, just like you do on the radio, your more than welcome to change the station if to you this is an embarrassment to your nation , my life is my form of education.

You see here its one tribe, one blood, one love one people, we are all equal.

I do not speak on behalf of the African population

I speak based on my form of education

I speak on my form of God given knowledge, God given ability; MY WORDS do damage my dignity

We all strive for freedom, so I set it free.

My words posses’ immortality, do you understand me??

I walk down the path that’s God given, I walk in the light of God.

Safety is not always guaranteed, but what is the colour of the blood you bleed?

Blue within red without, when you fear its faith you doubt..

When one has faith your path is clear, when God is near, you need not fear.

I listen to the angels that whisper in my ear, the demons are no longer here, for them I have no fear the lord of Salvation he is here.

I do not plan these words I write, something inside , something within, something that’s blue, something within you , that’s within me , wants to be set free, its wants to be red, an no longer blue, an these are the feelings I express to you.

Words that in my opinion are true.

Democracy freedom of speech, laws is not what I breach, not what I teach, these are just words I choose to preach