You are beautiful

Best things come to those who wait

Beautiful things will not wait

When all the time you waste

To tell or have, you must with all haste

How beautiful all what you saw

At the entrance of your world

How you yearn to have it all

If not for others who needed more

And crawl if can’t walk

And mimic if can’t talk

Just to tell them all

That the beautiful one is born

Never to expect another

But treat the rest the lesser

While you sit close to her

And far far away from them

NB:

Dedicated to Nana Agyeiwah 

my match

I throw a match

To set ablaze

Without smoke this flame

This fire that burns not

That inspires that relieves

And leaves not ashes or hatred

But peace and joy within

I want to write

I want to write, not someday

I want to write about me and you

I want to write about this place

This place today, not tomorrow or someday

This place closer to the sea

With marble pillars and brick floors

Where the seagulls even read

NB

Inspired by Binyavanga Wainaina

(Author of “One day I will write about this place”)

cover the uncoverable

Cover

the uncoverable

and eyes

not ice

will see

like lids

will allow

it out

its vapour will cool

to lie like a pool

 Be happy when alone and still achieving results. Wish not for the crowd or to have anyone more.

Still make the noise. If you can, make it the more and be content when you touch a single soul.

Don’t stop them if they want to leave. Let them go, for like wild fire their stay can corrupt the few faithful minds left.