Surprised By My Surprise

Down I came from high

Early before the set time

In a bait to see his face

Prepared a surprise

For a face that beams

Replaced because of his cold

A face like his face own

Can i keep up with the surprise?

Leaving me in this state

Surprised in my surprised

NB

Deby's visit before the agreed time

just to surprise her friend.

She nearly blew her cover 

but a timely intervention. 

Who else is closer to you

Who else is closer to you

so I go to, oh friend that I love

loved from the very first

For you I reserved a space in my heart

where my blood has been banned

not to tread or air exhale

and all for free you refused.

So on my soil,

let not your leaves fall and drop

with the changing seasons

where your boughs ever gave shade.

The Night Has Not Began

The night has not yet began

the roaring seas fires its guns

the teaming calm with its chants

opens wide to even swallow

as they run to and fro.

An eye witness was I

when passed by I

This place I called my home

close to my place of birth

within the perimeters of my tribe

Blood sucker

You blood sucker

you get no tired

sucking the blood out of me.

With cunning words I yield to her plea

on a bed ready prepared for her victims.

She learnt it, survives doing it

sucking them all

she sucked me too.

My blood I see pumping out of its veins

into unknown hands and domains.

You blood sucker
you get no tired

sucking the blood out of my veins.

NB:

To the professional who attended to me

at the blood transfussion centre 

at Ridge Hospital

Ancient spy in the ceiling

I see you move your tiny legs

while my eyes bend to capture

on the walls 

in obscure places
always
when I come closer.

If I could only hear you

your sudden comings

If I am safe under your tree

when your gossamer I cut through.
I wish to know

Wonders untold
generations sing same

you ancient spy
Ananse
Hanging in the ceiling.

You sing and weave the loom
they daze and meet their doom
you rush out like you rush in
with wisdom of old
of the saints untold

Orokoto, under the mango tree

When the furious fire at the top

melts down all its wax,

under the mango tree we shall all be

not for its refreshing shade

but the undying fire which rest beneath

Hahaha

Fire that consumes not the body

but the doubting thoughts

fire which peels off your skin

to look younger than before

Hahaha

No one knows my name and liveth

call me the stranger under the mango tree at Orokoto

who spits fire that burns no smoke

whom none knows his abode

I remember ...
where the sun shines at dawn
I remember...

where the sky meets the earth

Hahaha

I shall tell you no more

but this fire that comes from my lips

They fear me because of it

but I fear it too though from me

because it can burn
its own
its foes

Hahaha

Call for a fall

How I wish you opened up this curtain

to uncover this tears of rage

falling and not stopping.

To see what I see

what gathers like a thick cloud

Come quick!

At the banks I stand

flowing deep

the waiting river

Calling swift

the unending fall.