First Day Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

Sit dreary, thoughts weak, unwilling to leave, the first day
the inner person speaks in silent to go, but the mulded wants to stay

That fresh palm soft like the morning baked bread ploded fearlessly, my eyes in fear sway
beneath the thick and dusky clouds where we found no ray

The first day, i shivered like that standing corn been blown by the breeze, a brisk thought stroked my heart if caught my career ends, even my fees

O'father forgive my first day
in thy presence for ever i shall stay