But there are some poems that pretty much write themselves, they just come to me and it is as easy as me putting pen to paper. These happen in the middle of conversation, or because I saw a bird fly, or thought about the smile of a boy, or because it’s raining outside.

The society is depicted to be expectant. Waiting for a turnaround to the challenges that plague us. We are described to be ‘waiting so long for our laughter' but it never comes. The culprits responsible for this tragedy are ‘pol- thieves-cians' as rightly described by the poet via the application of poetic license.

Africa means my home to me, source of my life. Also I'm proud of being an African child. I know Africa as a beautiful Continent , but what is really sad , most Africans underestimate themselves because they are busy building the culture which is not theirs.

I don’t think anyone has one identity, especially when they’re alone. I cannot stand being one thing or being the same thing every day.