LOADING….
So when do we start to believe that we can and we will?
Having the will to defy the vile and ill?
To be true to ourselves, to believe?
Having the courage to trust the process?
Kukaza ndio tupate kuona progress.
Doing better—easier said than done.
The pressure, the anger, the little voices in our heads… (smh)
Having expectations, society’s limitations
All on your shoulders, you imagine.
But now I know for sure:
Nobody really gives a fuck.
And no, I don’t mean that in a sad or dark way.
It’s the reality—and weirdly comforting,
No one’s coming to save you
Does that scare you to your core?
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We wacha, we ni hard-core.
Do better—for “me, myself, and I”
'Cause why were we even put here?
Oh, Allah? Yahweh? Ama Universe?
We’ll eventually know , yeah?
I mean
I hope so.😆😆
Because we want to,
But mostly because we have to.
With the cards dealt or not.
We are on our own.
Own path.
Own journey.
Own trajectory.
Own boat.
A day at a time, he says.❤️
