Human – Festival King

I see nothing
speak nothing
hear nothing
My monkeys 3, in a state of Nirvana

Dwelling in nothingness,
Paralyzed by emptiness
Too tired to be angry
Could one be more sad?

It feels painful just to breathe
yet I hold it in till I am pale
Probably for the torture
Probably to prove I still exist.

I war against image and color
closing my eyes to lose sight
wanting them all to disappear atleast for a moment
those daily icons of life

I want nothing!
not to breath!
not to speak!
Not to see!

I push away all that is beautiful
From sight,
to sound,
to word

Turning off my radio,
Dismissing friends,
I become silence itself,

I want nothing
… Not even to feel.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.- Carl Jung

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Different lives, different locations;
But sharing that same condition… A beggar girl’s destiny.
Born into penury, her pockets she fills with her plea

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

As a child her innocence is her might,
Her youthful smile and laughter her charm,
With pure resilience she disarms her passerby,
Attaching herself to her prospective financier
this small frame with teary eyes lets out her angelic cry

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

She grows older; begging her career
but the older she gets, the less her financiers
Her innocence is lost with age, a woman is on the rise,
Not many pity a wondering girl in her teens as she gives off her daily cry

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

In some stories, on the streets she becomes a woman begging for her bread,
And where begging fills not her pocket, her body is often shared.
Her story is told in most corners of the world,
She is different colours, shapes and sizes yet a common “Beggar girl”.
Her call for aid is made in different languages and most mother tongues,
But here, these are the words I hear so often sung

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam hep ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”