I had a dream
A very scary dream
Where everyone wore clothes that made them white
And I wore a dim colour making me dark, noticed but not properly seen
As soon as I entered, there was silence
As they all struggled to see the dark intruder
I yearned for the white robe
I hoped to have one of those white robes
Not because it was beautiful, but because it would make me fit into my Rome
But tried as I could, I got none of the white robes
They laughed and mocked
They told me to peel the black robe
I tried in desperation, and realized that I could have that white robe
But it wouldn’t fit me
What I had was a gift
A unique gift
There were no clothes
There were simply no clothes
The puzzle revealed itself
It was just a blessing
Blessed natural clothes that none could have no matter the determination
I knelt down and thanked my maker
But sunk into a bottomless pit into wakefulness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
2 replies on “THE DREAM OF WHITE ROBES”
Your potential has no bounds. You will be wole soyenka of your time. I like to invited to the launch of your first book.
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Of course Steve. I’ll be honoured with your presence.
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