I felt the water streamed down my face
my eyes rained.
But it was not a sad rain
I just could not stop the clouds gathering in me heart.
I blinked once,
I blinked twice
And the torrents flowed.
Down my eyes
It was not a sad rain
just an emotional rain
Grown men don’t cry, people say
Yeah I thought so too,
Until I found that tears are not weakness
it’s another form of expression.
(c) King Olulu, not from Zulu