I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when I get the keys of last not strife, I will unlock the door of success and review the windows of victory with the solution that I have for the new day, early this morning.
How come I dream? I dream because Martin Luther King Jr. dreamt, Joseph son of Jacob beget by Isaac and Abraham dreamt….. Most importantly I dream because I have a dream for the lifeless in the world. Who do not know what is to feel warm, who do not know how to hug. Those who cannot smile because they do not have the reason to; those who do not know how to say “Amen”. I have a hope for those mercilessly handcuffed in the innocence of rights, racism and inequality. Those lying doom cursed to rot on the horns of dilemmatic infliction. They say AIDS has no cure, but I can find one for dilapidation. Indeed I can find a cure for discrimination and that for indifference.
Therefore, I have perceived less of the world in my little world, and yet have not seen much the world. I have been moved to my sincerity by the homeless and shaken by the traumatized in the very country that I belong, but have had nothing in empathy. Lest upon my dream I lay that day those without a rock to lay on will feel the splendid comfort of silk upon their skins and wool beneath their bodies.
That is why I am up in the morning, because I have an anecdote to conclude, that which I started last night. I have a solution for the world; I have a key that has to unlock the entrance to prosperity, that as I open it poverty seals. I only have love to share with and in earnest that love will turn the heart of the wicked that they may stretch their arms and reach a hand to those starving children with something to eat.
Yes, I have my own dream to share, “unconditional love”. No matter how dark the dawn gets love and hard work will prevail over infliction and endurance. There are orphans living under the wings of seasonal donations and quench the rest of the day. They are there, widows and single parents without anywhere the start from to call their lives a living…, its a living hell. But I am here and I can make a change, prove a change and be the change. I am young but soon will be older. I will do something to change the living standards of my people and lead a solution that brings change. That is what I have been dreaming upon the wee hours of the day. It’s to advocate positive change and education’s dignity.