Sometimes you win back your freedom
And it feels so strange
Because nothing, not even freedom,
Is free from change.

A free child, wild and uncouth,
Is not afraid to tell the truth –
A growing, blossoming and free youth
Is not afraid to hear the truth –
A free adult, grown full of ruth,
Is not afraid to protect the truth.

They are all free
All three
But they all see
Differently.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river