By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Life is not worth living, if not lived for others
And that is the plain truth
Don`t bother about the lame mountain goats
Or the sullen cave birds, or even the mortified henpecked husbands.
That`s a totally different ball game.
My Arian dream is also that of fosters
Whether they`re called Ignatius or Ruth
At the end of the day, someone gloats
And all the other Fire signs come out waving their head bands
I the bold WGS girl will rise and stroll into the Hall of Fame.