The obstacles are unfeigned Me thinking of my present life… Now seems like a fictitious poem The scriptures could not avow me But destiny keeps me in the pace I became the sprinter The eclipse of the sun in the day Could not make thou blind Autumns burned me And my premature white hairs Like when deciduous trees lose their leaves I was pounded on the rhythm of… A yamless mortar with a pestle High and low. High and Low Birds flew to the sky I don’t know what they do If they spy or they pry But I know they could help me cry Cry out my raven Oh you lustrous black birds I freed you from genus corvus I’ve rolled a while sheet of English alphabets Fly in a black jet of sparrow feathers To my Papa and Mama Tell them I’ve learnt the alphabets of life Tell them I’ve been able to transcribe… Transcribe their antecedent of unknown words Tell them their echoes has inspired their child Tell them I’m bringing home the baton o...