Day Over Night. Poem by Augustine Evans Chikuna

Better is the sorrow faced during the day
For that which I face during the night is bitter.
Better are the noises of the day,
for during the night, my pain is louder.
Better are the dealings of the day,
that of the night, might leave me blind.
Better are my day dreams, even if I build castles in the air,
For my nightmares leave me with no hope about tomorrow.

As the day passes, happiness also vapours.
And as the night comes, my pain increases.
In the light of the day, I shine brighter than the stars.
But in the darkness of the night, my glimmer is dimmer.
In the warmth of the day, I always remember to make hay.
For in the cold of the night, all I do is fight.
Fight the demons that haunt me taking all my delight.

With the transparency of day, my visions are vivid,
my missions are easier and my work, lighter.
With the transparency of day, I can trust easily for I can see clearly, doubt is eliminated.
But during the dark of night, I am never right,
That is right, I never accomplish a thing,
For the load on my shoulder is too much.
Too much because I bear it on my own,
For only enemies fill my nights, ooh and how good it makes them feel for me to fail.

My energy is positive during the day.
My path is lighted and I walk in righteousness.
I feel good about myself in the light of day for my thoughts are pure as the finest gold.
With the night, comes the negativity, ooh and who knew that I could be such a monster.
A monster that even I want to run away from.
It is like the day makes me an angel and the night, makes me a devil.

My joy during the day is pure bliss.
My speech is fairly just, my dealings are purely straight
And my laughter is not from the pain of others.
Come night, my ululations are motivated by your failure.
I tell you, during the night, my happiness is from intoxications.
Intoxications which make my speech be filled with vulgar.