By  Tunu Ndanzi

Bad is what I feel,
Just you with me ,
Selfish I am,
Powerless though
Me having you,
You in ink
And stuck in books,
You should travel out there,
Walk to the corners of the world,
You in world wide books,
Not just in rough books
Not actually counter books,
You need to be typed,
Piled up to a bunch of papers
To be made books,
Reaching out to their feelings,
Faith built in me,
Someday I will know where to take you.