The Questions - Vee Makaba

I often question

The time I went down

Was it the doing of the Universe teaching me a lesson?

Or were my knees caving in because I was too weak to stand?

I often question

The time I was lonely

Was it love telling me that I am stronger than I imagined?

Or was my heart a useless organ pumping bad blood?

I often question

The time I had no money

Was it the Finance World teaching me the value ya zuka?

Or was I just showing my true poverty-stained colours?

I often question

This time that I am depressed

Is it my inner self teaching me strength?

Or my traumas catching up to me?

I often question

All these questions I question

Is it just my inquisitive nature?

Or secret revelations?