Have not written a single poem in a long while so I wonder if I have the writer’s block, a kind of psychological block that affects writers blocking them from their source of inspiration, this makes me ask myself a very fundamental question, why do I write? Never knew how I started and never knew why I do it but it is like playing God, where I am the alpha and the omega in my world, I bring alive and I put to death, I make villains and make heroes, all this I can do with the stories that play in my head, then I see that this goes beyond my fantasies of playing God, maybe because I still have my childhood imprisoned in my aged body. Now I know why children are the best story tellers, their imaginations are wild and innocent and all they see is rainbows and princes and happiness and joy with no horror to taint their thoughts, that’s why the little girls name their dolls and give them tea party and the boys already think they are generals in charge of a whole kingdom of soldiers. But they go on and loose this imagination to fear of themselves, I remember seeing a movie called akeelah and the bee also seeing coach carter and a question was posed to the key factors of the movie, the question was WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? And the answer given was an answer that touched my soul, our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination, and in summary we are afraid to make use of our endless potentials so as to belong to a class of people who are also afraid to outshine others so that they may also belong. On and on this “self de-genuising” continues and we pass the same norms and believe to the next generation. Now I ask myself again WHY DO I WRITE?