Knowing you‘ll Never know what happened
Is the most painful knowledge to possess
Because one thing that will never happen,
People will never ever voluntarily confess

Unless they change deep within
And then it makes no difference anymore,
The person who admits the sin
Is not the person who once opened the sore,
The person who comes back in
Is not the same person who walked out the door,
The opportunity to confront the mysterious djinn
Is gone for good and forevermore.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river