It is well..........
Even if the leaves shed all their leaves, the fruit trees their anticipated bounty beforehand or the animals all around their young and the lights be switched off the bills piling up by the second and the taps be dry mirroring my own dry,parched soul and the music be turned to noise in my ears Dearest friends turned into foes Family scattered far and wide Hague beckoning so alluringly Rotten maize,no spoilt maize my ugali i fear eating Oil i need oil i lack the clouds shut up no rain in sight my dreams shattered into jagged pieces corruption so endemic disease so rampart death so final yet still in him my hope lies And yet will i praise him The alfa and the Omega The beginning and the end The bright morning star.