Memory Loss

I have been around a lot of wheres and whos
Constantly my mind-scape alternates
New faces with new facades
I would need a formula if I must stay protected from all those opinions,
Of myself and others.
The day ends with a feeling of resignation and a baggage to unpack
And the morning brings a new day to fulfill.

Please be gentle on me
It is not always a blessing not to remember a name
But as time records it all
There is really nothing lost to memory
Therefore be gentle on me

If it is truth,
Your face is your name.


(c) Emeka Okereke - Johannesburg June 2009 (exact day unidentified)