Little Butu was a little lively dog with a magnificent, shiny brown coat and bright, curious eyes. Since the old Butu passed on, I felt the need to get another one to fill the empty void. Though he is just a few weeks old with me, he has brought much joy and excitement by his liveliness, he was full of energy and he loved leaping around, everywhere. He loved chasing after things and chewing on things, especially my foot wears, so I decided to get him a toy to chew on instead.

You see when we are in our teens, the whole world is our oyster and we dream big and make big plans, well laid out plans in our heads, because we see all around us limitless opportunities, through a pair of rose tinted glasses, we see them so clearly we can't go wrongBut then as we grow older, we begin to see life's complexities, we begin to understand that the World we have to deal with is not as simple as we thought, obstacles, challenges every step of the way.This was my Dawn, my moment of reawakening, the moment I faced the harsh reality that 'becoming' was one of the most difficult things to achieve.

When I was a little girl running around I Played on this beautiful green planet Dancing in the rain nakedWhat did I care?Swimming, as fresh waters run Quietly and calmly over my skinI plucked the plum, ripe and sweet I ate from the good of the land Sifting the sand with my little hands I built castles and grand empires From a distant view I could see The night Skies burn ever so bright

Write about the first pet you've had in your life that comes to mind.My answer:Butu was just incorrigible!He was quite a handful and he was Grandma's dog back in those days when I was a child, and was living with her in the village.

Great powers lie therein In the minds polished Untarnished But futures dimmed Where it remains wearyDarkness or brightness What is the difference?A man once tried ignorance And now yearns to break the chains Holding him in captive's grip

The Root from whence we came Is hewn from the finest of rocks Like chains linked so strong And given to every child born Beneath colours and cultures More than races and creedA connection not lost in the ocean of time If we hold on so strong And retrace our steps From whence wilderness grows From the wilting desert of hate Back to our Roots again