Of the triad I am the oldest And it seems natural That I am the poorest. I swapped churches And stop going altogether I start pilfering And now I’m a Robber. For nothing Would I blame you Thou who sitteth On the fiery throne In heaven And makes my only home Your footstool. Africa! My homeland Sure is that side
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In being rejected I looked to understand what stood me out for immediate condemnation; I observed the populace their ways and formation I sized up the judge well enough to see he could budge for even as he sat in his chambers I was convinced he wasn’t without blunders I studied the dynamics; rites that led to the rise of
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If the good die young then what’s the essence of good? Is it but drops of water in the mouth of the thirsty so much that they yearn but never completely get quenched? Is the objective to create a balance between good and evil, so the people never completely drift and become numb to the goodness in good that one
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You believe the grass is greener? I asked a friend who had told me he was jumping the fence to move to the other yard where the cow’s mouth never stopped chewing. Convinced in his ways, he laced his shoes and was heading to the fence as a first step of execution. What he failed to understand was that the
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New thing came and overwhelmed the emotions for old one; dwarfing it in the process. But old thing had feelings too so it cried; seeing no shoulder to lean on it dried its own tears. Only to move on to become new thing to another; making the old thing shed same tears that repeats the cycle. Submitted for Thursday Poets
Read moreIf I show my special love on this day shouldn’t it raise your suspicion that if my love can escalate to this height on this date we choose to distinguish then why can’t it be sustained for the rest of the 364 that makes an annum? Or is it that this height can only be attained once in a calendar
Read moreShe was alone by the bar in a crowded dance hall. Wondering how a woman so pretty could be in the company of loneliness, I walked up to her with smile so warm as blanket in a cold winter night. She initially looked stuck in her track; later we went to the smoking room sharing a stick and heartily chatting.
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