Candles

Photocredit - Ufana Ishoyor

We are society’s contraband,

tomorrow’s leaders they say,

But how can we lead

when we’ve been disciple’s life long?

When all we do is follow

And never question the leader?

When our bulbs are fire extinguished

and we’re given waxed candles

How come we eat all day,

but still look unbalanced in diet?

We are the cakes that were half-baked

The commercially unpatronized

We are the left over’s

The crump’s from the high table

The real dishes are in the diaspora

Soon the hungry dogs are coming

And that, this will be the end of us

But then, how can we end when we have no beginning?