SHUSH

Hush now don’t tell

Daddy’s little girl dolled up in red

I am he alone who cares

Hush now don’t tell

Daddy’s little girl dolled up in red

He is he alone who cares

Shush now don’t share

Daddy’s little girl like no other

No other kitty compares either

You are you alone who is special

Shush now don’t argue

What I tell must you do

No competition for daddy’s affection can we allow

Else your oranges may turn omelets

Lest daddy’s little girl becomes the old girl

Mum is the word

Daddy’s little girl knows no other to be

He prowls and preys

He chases no skirts

He’s gay enough to be gay

He’s cute and smells like money

He’s kind and dishes it out like pebbles

He’s needy and enabled

It’s the government’s fault that he craves

He’s got enough to give

He’s got a lot he needs

Gay for a fee

Mum is the word

Tell no one

DEPTHS OF INSANITY

 ‘’We have chased our tails from the beginnings of time

We don’t mind we are dogs

You have asked from the beginnings of time

Why we do what we do

You shouldn’t mind we are dogs’’

……………………………………………………………………

Crazy is when you can say boys and not bacterias

Crazy is when you only meet ‘sullied’ people when you are a virgin

And virgins only when ‘sullied’

And crazy is when you let it matter

Crazy is why we think tears a weakness and anger a strength

Mr. World is warped

Society is insane

We are the only wise ones

This reader and I

That is why we have ever wondered

Why dogs chase after their own tails

While they think we should mind our own business

Crazy is why we are afraid of the future unknown

When we are in the deep shit of the present

You are not the last one standing

Your uniqueness ends with who you are

Not the situations you face

There is nothing new under the sun

The guy who said that is a really smart cookie

Love is crazy, so is hatred

Excitement is crazy, so is boredom

This whole piece is crazy

The writer has caught the bug

The reader is on his way

Society thinks it is sane

So does every crazy person.

THE BEAUTYFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN

Years ago, before I actually sat my butt down to read Ayi Kwei Armah’s the beautyful ones are not yet born, I had the whole book figured out.

The hero/heroine will be jilted, (s)he will be heart-broken, recovery or some advice from a wise man/woman (whichever came first), and then the great epiphany; thereby giving birth to the title…………..or something lame along those lines.

 

When I finally read the book, I kept looking for a justification for the title in the first few pages and guess what? I never found one. Then again, that could just be me. Maybe you figured the whole ‘title’ thing within the first few pages but I didn’t. Lines turned to pages and pages to chapters and I still kept wondering why the writer would give the story such a title. It wasn’t until the last page of the story before I caught on to where the title came from. If you haven’t read this book I recommend it. Just don’t let this piece of writing be a spoiler and please don’t rush to go and read the last page of the book. Have a little self control, will you?

Anyway, my point is; it is very unfair and a bit silly to make up your mind about the BIBLE you haven’t read and call it false. You may be basing your argument on some verse you heard someone quote and chances are the person probably quoted it wrong. We like doing that a lot (by ‘we’, I mean those of us who are the ‘religious’ fanatics). We misquote the Bible a lot of the time.  Why don’t you read it for yourself and make up your own mind? And when I say read it for yourself, I mean, without prejudice. You might be surprised at how much you’ve assumed.

Don’t take my word for it but that ‘holy book’ is…………………never mind. Figure it out for yourself.

TILL NEXT TIME, THANK YOU FOR READING.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Wounded and hurting, she turned away from the pack

To wallow in her misery and die alone

There were no foreseeable dangers in sight

Her cubs were safe

To her they must never see her dying

It is important that they feel safe

As she turned away, she saw a pack of hyenas circling

Her pain forgotten

Her reservations ignored she fought with her last breath

For her cubs.

Just as surely as the fight started

Her breath left her body

Dead!

As far as everyone could tell.

With feral displays

Predators circled preys

Ready to attack!

Ready to pounce!

Ready to plunder!

Just moments ago were they terrified

Their indomitable mother wounded

Whiles bringing them safely home

When they saw the hyenas circling

And the magnificent warrior rise to the occasion

Pretty cubs blinded by hero worship

They were safe or so they thought

She was pure magnificence in battle

As breath left her, it dawned on them

Whose progeny they were

With righteous anger did the prey turn on the predator

With shock did the predator a double take

Too late

Advantage had been lost

If he wanted a plunder,

He would have to reschedule his calendar.

HAVE YOU HEARD

This morning the egg on my wakye had bones in it.

Thought I should give you guys a heads up

In case you are waiting for hell to freeze over

It already did                                                  

Pigs have started to fly

Believe me

I kid you not

You might want to give fear a break

And give possibility a try

Break from the shackles of pessimism

And wade through the oceans of optimism

There is enough sunlight for everybody

Just as time waits for nobody

And when you read this,

Smile because it’s free.

I DO

And then you bid your son goodbye

Wishing him all you’ve seen in your mind’s eye

I stood and watched

The new bearer of this old crown

Fidgety like hornets on my tail

A tiara of goodwill buoyed by responsibility

I want to run

Take my mama’s hand and hide

I changed my mind

I don’t want to grow up

I want to rewrite this story

Many scenes I would love to change

The indelible I would like to erase

Would someone please give me the magic formula

To being superwoman

The voices are overwhelming

Congratulations are in order

The smile of a bride

So radiant and in style

The fears of a bride

So real

The hopes of a bride

Burning brighter than the noonday sun.