Perfect, the god in me

It is not that I am perfect, but I do expect others to be. It is a mystery that we expect others to be, unless it was meant to be.

It is not that I am, or am  not, but the desire to be, that convicts me. How can it be that I want to be that which is not in me.

I expect and search for in others what deep down I know I am supposed to be. Perhaps it is the god in me.

Allan Bukusi