that wasn't the first time
my heart pumped deep
and my hurt left deepened
this time for good
after the pain, ordeal and agony

all alone i bore it
when i needed her most
my head raised to the heavens
in a quest for a solution
alone with my hands which stood by me
with fingers crossed to watch

memories at their peak never ceased
my breath faster than ever
like a whisper it was heard
only those who will believe

a knock on the door
with a look in her piercing eyes
with that feign of a cheerful smile
all was gone with the bank on the door

a cry was heard ,'my lost love'
as hands jumped to hold
and legs stretched but glued to the ground
all gone my love
never to return again

Men and pajeros

Why do the evil and wicked laugh
As the poor cry and weep
They laugh at the poor
After leaving the paths and boulevards
without tarred and in red, covering the
eyes and cloths with the red earth
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why are there no schools that we
Can afford, that we can boast of its
Quality. Why are there many places
of abode for students yet could not
find places to sleep than sharing a bed
or under the sky and open air.
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why did the stranger left a vast land
after building our schools and hospitals
and our people sell them for their selfish
gains and at an ugly song and dance? Why
has the stranger left a vast land for our final
resting place and our people sell them
wanting to still dig their bones to make more
room for their buying and selling?
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why can’t we stuff the hospitals with
materials? Why should our pregnant
women deliver and be held in chains
because they can’t settle their expense?
Why do we belittle our traditional healers
even those who have been licensed to
practice under hygienic conditions? Why will
they always destroy these place left for the poor
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do we pay our monthly donations to
these foundations and their services are
outrageous and unaffordable? Why do we pay
our health insurance and it could only take care
of ailments we can even treat? Why do we
belittle those who take care of our lives and
watch them leave to foreign countries ? At the
end the poor suffers and they only laugh their
hearts out: Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do we destroy what they have used their
strength and blood to build and not found other
means to resettle them and their properties?
Why are turning all who want to genuinely work
into robbers and their children into sluts and hors,
vagabonds who walk the streets, who will graduate
into beggars and create no haven but jungle?
All in the name of filth and hygiene and not work.
Oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

Why do our farmers now want to also sell
on the streets when we have arable lands
lying waste and we hunger? rivers divide us
into boundaries yet we thirst and search
for water? why do we drink colourful,
odourful, and tasty water from our
taps while there are institutions and
boards to control and regulate? if not
for wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

O their cries rise up into the skies into heaven
Because man refuse to do something unless
The wind with its rushing sound there into the
arms of the maker it goes, ever ready to be
embraced who will put things anew. Soon will
be no more, their strength too, who will fail them,
a lashing rod ready for them before joining their
maker for a gnashing of teeth, there you will be:
oh wicked and evil men who sit in
their pajeros and splash muddy waters
on them that walk the dusty path.

The blue bird

The blue bird
Trees, branches… fly !
Not away but towards the sky
Leave the green grasses and
dry shrubs and fly my blue bird.
The rising sun rings its bell
And the branches bow down
To the sound of the majestic bell,
Making every hill plain and
brightening every dim light.

Into the nest of the pear tree
Which has been made, already into
a safe haven away from the fire at
noon day and the predator at night for
the branches are held hand in hand across
a street, a shield for our nestlings

fly my blue bird
gird your loins with strength
and fly quick for the pear fruit lie ripe
and desolate only for the bats and crows.
Fly quick my blue bird
For the scorching sun will last for long,
And I wait as your nest lie without warmth.

The party before the dark

Soon across will fly
The crows to receive a share of
The golden sun’s ore
With a smile into their treasure vault

Soon the brothers of the sky too
Together a party full of smiles
The vocal songs of kwa-kwa to
Usher in the dark and moon light

The passing cloud

Moments spent with you
Are like the brightness
Just before the clouds cover the sun:
Very gentle, pleasing and short;
Allowing the showers to be opened
On the poor earth just to flood it.

One searched that light
that brightened his dark being
remembering where one comes from
and where he once lived, his abode
with the light, which also covered
him like a strong metal shield.

Those rays that one searched
To replace that beam, that brightness
Just before the rain,
remained far away
until eyes met the telescope,
which brought it nearer.

One expects
that it will live With us, not
like those others: the short lived
lightning splashes that ushers in
the trumpet sound
of the clasp of thunder

if it were a gift, I would replace it
with another precious one
if it were a poem, I would write
its lines unending; if it were a song,
it would be sang with an orchestra,
which will ever live in the mind

oh wretched soul that I have become
for not being able to keep the light
after piercing through me. But allowed it
to move out into the deep dark and
making me lonely, cold and without
purpose only to see and hear them, the bats.

Close your eyes and make a step
And you’ll know how it feels depending
on people, to be led by strangers and those
who will mock you at the end. They near
you because of what they get from you.
Oh wretched soul that I am.

From the distance a thick rain clouds
Approaches and it sends shivering, from
the heel to the scalp. Now that the trade winds
are blowing I could not tell how soon they
will arrive to cover the beam that I have found.
Oh wretched soul that I’ll become.

A sale in grief

As it drops from yours into mine
Like an over flown sink, another
One immediately enters
To maintain the flowing current.
Even if it be withheld, a deduction
To make you a debtor,
one will not be still
prone to any disease

The signs of the heart
their eyes capture,
The least movement and
their legs and feet respond:
a phone call in the bus,
a hand in the bag;
a response from their feet
thinking it was for a purchase.

Fast he came for a sale,
a response to a phone call it was…
yet their haste
for a change of mind after the bid…
sends him away in grief.

Men and the dark

Fast, the night, the dark…
they returned; men, women
and children as if for safety –
running away from the brothers:
the night and the dark.
All other places are made desolate
For all moral activities; like a chase
It came, the gentle fearful dark
With only a dim eye light to see
Through the thick cloudy dark.

In the morning the cloud, they scatter
around with the friendly sun which
burns their skin and blinds their eyes
-- those who hate them as they walk,
Side by side with them,
next to them they sit—
public buses, greetings, smiles
-- in the night and dark they hide
underneath their hair like lice
to get rid of their host.

Rude, you!

You are rude
rude even on Sundays.
I am not talking to you
I am talking to you, yes you.

I don’t mind fighting
the bravest man.
I could still survive
in the fore front
of the battle field

I could walk on hot coals
And sit on thorny seats
Yet I cannot stand it
When you are rude

You whom circumstances
Left on my shore
And I almost killed myself
To protect and preserve.
You , I can’t stand if you be rude.

Chocolate love

She stabbed me
In the back she did
With her sharp edged words
her poisonous response,
Saying that I am not her friend:

The friend that I thought I was,
That I have jealously guarded,
Keeping all that I now have lost.

It is gone
Gone with the wind,
Its rushing sound
So furious it winded

Sweeping away the leaves
Of the tree of love
All because

I failed to grant a wish
A wish beyond my power
Now I suffer to end it all
The fact that I never
Ever dreamt it will be now

The fire track

Pii …
Whose luck it is
This help, to receive
Pii-poo pii-poo
Smoke so thick
A crunchy and dry thatch
Pii-poo pii-poo
A hail from the crowd
Their arrival at the ground
Pii-poo pii-poo
All gone the thatch
With the passing fire
Pii-poo pii-poo
Because the track
no water had
… poo

Cry with me

I will cry with you
I will share your tear
I will soften you pain
But don’t come closer
My hands like the scorpion
Has no panacea for its bite

I will cry with you
I will share your tears
I will soften your pains
But don’t look at me
My countenance like the gong-gong
Will make you cold as stone

I will cry with you
I will share your tears
I will share your pains
But never think it’s well,
All with me, when I have
only put you first.

Your life

As many express it deeply,
Others say it is a dream
That could be nice or bad,
looking real until it dims.

No matter how long one had
To explore, It will stand still.
When meaningless, then
it is soon forgotten.

So your life my life
For a meaningful dream:
Good deeds that will ride
In the minds, dreams
That would tarry
Till the end of time.

Noisy peace

Their noise raises you up from bed
Their noisy fall waters the tendrils
Their noisy croaking divides the night

In noise the birds seek their mates,
The goats as well as the elephant,
the carpenter’s workshop, where the

hot metal strikes against the anvil.
The tooting horns on the streets,
The sparking of the motor engine,

The hawk to catch a chick,
the hen to protect the running chick,
their noise, all through their noise

The kiss

Not clothing not shoes
But kindness but faithfulness
Not seen but felt only
When close to her only.

When you are far from her
You miss her dearly
Venus shines in her eyes
Marks the glassy night
And the glorious day.

One can search the dark night
Which into a bright day
Her shiny eyes turn.

Like the smell of wine
When around and with her
Her honey lips one taste
To awake but for a dream
So unforgettable her kiss
So irresistible t become immortal

BROKEN PROMISES

My eyes cry because of
What my mouth want to say;
What my ears have heard
and become sad because the
promise was not fulfilled.

Making people happy

It feels good to make
People happy than hate
Them, and not coming close
To them; opposing everything
that comes from them.

You need to have perseverance
Because they value not you
But that act of deliverance
That comes from within you.
The reason their want to stay,
And the reason they be nice to you.

All the people to make happy
Only few of them became happy
As I still try and never stop
But they appreciate not your toil
Rather those who will not
leave them straight but in a coil

several people tried I to give
few people succeeded I to give
as I tried hard to give
the little that I have,
all, I had to give.

LOVE INFECTIONS

Cut my two legs
And I will still walk by you.
Plug out my tongue
And I will not cease talking to you.

If only she knows...

I wish it’s true
That you feel the same too
But I fear your response
And will listen to nothing
So don’t open your mouth

Just allow this feeling
To go on and on
O let it go on
Like a car without breaks
Stopping when it can go no more

Once, twice and more
Have I been on this road
Seeing the fall and wanting to roam
Through, because of this feeling
Which I am feeling

It was deep
But now no more than fear
The fear to lose you
The fear that you’ll not be mine,
That you’ll be gone

Let the darkness sleep
And not wake
Let the dark sky shut
its light, let the blowing wind
seize because I am afraid,

Scared, a brave man
That I am , a coward
that I have been because of love.
Leave me, leave me in my joy,
keep your response.

Truth is bitter , yes !
Bitter than hiding In
my ignorance, yet
I’ll prefer to be in joy now
And for always, with you in my
Ignorance, than without you in truth.

You will break my heart
Because I love you.
You will break my heart
If you don’t love me too,
If you don’t understand me,
If you live for yourself
and forget we are two;
not welcoming varieties
nor different ideas and views;
not wanting to solve
but put the blame on one;

Please don’t cry else they hear,
the room and those outside it;
else they see, the hidden treasure
in between your teeth: more precious
than has
ever been seen by man

Please don’t ask any more
for a cue of lies climb through
my throats and floods the mind;
will break the heart
because you love me.

Much talking has never
helped, much crying worsened
the situation, hasty conclusions
like fuel in fire, will explode,
always breaking your crying heart.

I watched her again
as she came back again.
she looked up as if to talk to me
And those eyes that opened
To greet me, whispered the chorus:

‘It’s ok, you can tell me anything’
At a glance I wanted to answer,
To tell her all that I felt
but I was speechless
because I have said it all.

If what is done and ended
will forever be thus,
I will love her, a thousand times
I will, for always I’ll do,
Just for her alone.

As i finished my words
and my drops of sorrows
all lie soaked in my
unseen garment that i wore
and guarded jealously.
...preceded her appearance,
the breeze, then that of her carriage
proceeded it all.

A motionless body, has lost its life,
its warmth too like water
chilled in a vessel of earth;
as her carriage full of motion
after the take off.

she who leaps to hag
and leans when cannot cling,
freed her last imprisoned words:
"good bye", in a blink.

My response,far gone before,
one that should not be heard by her
because i couldn't let go
as i partly remained
in this moment of shock
wondering if would ever she return.

Good bye
You told me it was forever
You told me you’ll never leave me
How can memories fade out
Like a blue jeans, which has lost
its colour out of frequent washing
o don’t say good bye
else my heart faint when
sorrow nears my tent and
none to my rescue comes.

yet now is the hour that
I must say good bye

Soon I sail far across the sea
When you are gone
my winter will be long,
silence swallows the whispers
under the shady trees.
The night sky will need no light
friends would be gone
lovers could be lost
O please remember me
when you return?
You’ll find me waiting here.
Will you return to me?
O don’t say good bye.
O never say good bye.