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Do not strut; give a doubt and patiently go thro’ this deep poem from Moses. Here, the meaning of his poem is ironical to its title. Do not be confused. Read through:
Alive and young,

Old and dead


Again, alive and ever young,

Not growing old


We live, one, ten, hundred

We grow old


Young, we die young

Happily young


We die at two

Age, we do not by years

Age, we do by abilities, inabilities


We were two years, able

We are two years, unable


We ran on two

We shiveringly walk on three

We die at two

Death at two

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‚ÄčAgain!  Moses presents you with a narrative poem that reiterates the place of integrity in various aspects. He indirectly heralds our core values as Africans by painting an imagery of a ‘father-son’ kinda interaction that happens from generations to another. Here: 

Those days

Times when every truth sold

When honesty was truly the best policy

Times our philadelphia was high

Now, all is not

For all happened

When i was your age


Those evenings we sat

At granny’s feet we listened

Stories of our heritage

We wanted to know who we really are

Now, all is not

All happened

But when i was your age


Times, seasons

Every penny, with contentment spent

Worth our sweat

Not inferior, not superior, every fellow

Nobody was a nobody

Not the same today

Those happened

But when i was your age


All days gone

Betrothed by parents, we grew

Friends without had we

valued priceless and high

Virginity

Now different

As all happened

When i was your age


Daddy’s words

Now, what life was

He was my age

Great those times

I smelt, i imagined

Dad was my age, older

Tomorrow, i will tell Little

What life is

When i become dad’s age today.



Moses in “What if” expresses his hope of an unadulterated and all-encompassing relationship. Assumption is the palate with which the perfect picture is painted in this piece. Here:

               WHAT IF… 

What if you are mine?

Friend, what if your soul be

Knitted to mine? 


Shall we be absent?

We hunger for love.

Shall we not be alive to the heart?


We feel

What nature gives;

We always want; positive, negative.

Caged. Nature bars us.


My heart, my pocket, my time

Yours.

Our turn. Now, our time.


We are here

You are there

We are together.


We love you

What if you are mine?

What if these are true?

What if…?



Here is Misturat in an explicit stanza of 15lines. She calls it “Fate”. Enjoy!