CHANGING THE WORLD

I stood beside her open grave but deeper than it was the cutting sorrow I felt

Tears danced sadly down my pale face as if they artistically intended to display my grief

Ntendo had died young and penniless

Precisely, she was that  famous penniless poet

She had big dreams for the two of us

Too big for anyone to carry alone even the two of us were doubtful of our strength

May be in the stillness of death one could carry curry such weight with dignity

She did not seem bothered by our grandiose dream

Our dream was to change the world

Yes she had tried with all her might before one last breath sweept her into the long silent night orather  another dimension's light

In my eyes she had tried but failed ,not to make the world better

It was me she had failed

Anyway she had tried and sometimes that is the best that can be done

I could not blame her despite the strong feeling that made me think of her as a deserter 

I could not blame her because no one a part from Adam and Eve ever changed the world

The rest and the best of us like Martin Luther King only left it better than they found it

Others left it worse for the two of us to make better

Ntendo had tried and failed in what everyone had, may be not, possibly I was her exit plan

But she did not tell me, I I would have prepared my hands for the weight of the word

She had played her part and me and certainly left the world a better place

With me in it to hold the biggest dream

To change the world, a madness I would carry on

Anyway she would have told me to prepare to carry the weight of her death that was bigger than the world I knew