We remember not the sad. When sad moments creep in,. Remember me not when tears lurk in my eyes. But daddy loved all tests. The day I walk in. Yet awaits me nevertheless to read my result to my hearing. If we have been pleased with life,. We should not be displeased with death. Although they all smile with you today,.

Your black skin is your offensive weapon. It declares you guilty before you are proven innocent. Most times, it is always too late. Where are your parents? The female officer at the reception says, trying on a smile for the boy to feel at ease. In fact, tears start streaming down his face. What if it is a test from God to finally bless her with a child? Her voice almost a whisper.