Fate Has The Final Say Writing for the next age
I want photos and videos showing that I am happy
Among friends and drinking ladies in bikinis
Anything that would be defined by linguists as "therapy"
Other than the hustle of playing rugby, soccer or tennis
Singing loudly wrong lyrics of popular songs.
If you can't swallow your pride
I will call a spade a spade
Enough is enough, hiding it for love
Telling my friends, I'm the only one you have
When truth is chewing me from inside.
I've been keeping your skeletons in the cupboard
While you show others your inner body
When I spend time making it look rosy
Masters come to the park to ride a horse
For free. Not even for pieces of bread
MALAKIA CLINIC
I had a reflection on my life at Chilinde
Where I got introduced to the doctrines
Of worshipping on Saturday; not Sunday
Of coming to the alters other than the shrines
And giving to God my heart and to man my love.
This again, is my story
In which I don't claim to be holy
At times I put my heels in the mouth
Or break the promise after taking the oath
And still refuse to say sorry
Once or twice I could shoulder the blame
For people that hit my left cheek like a drum
That's how I was taught the hard way
And saved myself from going astray
To people that never felt sorry.
I'm neither a devil nor an angel
Just a human being in this confusing jail
Where sweetness is defined by drops of sweat
I took back to my good old days
Where I sat back and watched people bring me food
Choosing when to burn my skin with hot sun rays
While playing football in the neighborhood
Not helping in the turning of tables.
OUR THIN COW
Now I know the hypocrisy in vegetarians
That stand on top of the highest mountains
Preaching to preserve the beast meant for man's dish
A chicken, a pig, a rabbit a goat or a fish
THE TITANIC
Struggling to connect the dots
Why they targeted the boats
And so decided to sink the Titanic
For fins and scales
That would last for a sec..
THE RING
I shoulder the blame for mistakes of another
For opening up the doors and not closing her out
THE DEAD END
I took it personal, defining "leading by example"
I was taught, "a leader should be humble"
So I would go off the horse's back
Went digging with the rest in the park
ANOTHER MISSED CALL
Every passing day, I seek a second chance
But when I consider the distance
And that it will cost me a leg and an arm
I conclude this to be another dream
That will never see the reality of another day.
THE GIFT IN AUGUST
I was once presented with a question
That which needed more than a decision
But I took it as a worst temptation
That demanded my heartfelt declaration
DOUBLE VISION
Written in bold capital letters for emphasis
Rising or descending as defined by own direction
Those lacking patience were up for a crisis
Everyday on the road, fighting leaders of the Administration
Not for millions of dollars, but the grains of corn
Remember the day you made a promise
That you will take us out of the streets
And build us a home; our own palace
You splashed our heads with the glitters
And greezed our palms with banknotes
Politely asking us for the votes.
We fought the rival camp physically
Those that refused to join us
Paid the cost of innocence dearly
We allowed no stone to gather moss
We threatened the law and rose above it
Today we are feeling the heat.
NOT A DREAM
We had a lot, that still fail to make sense
In the year the pandemic took to the throne
Here are the few from the speedy glance
That poked in our fresh, a six inch thorn
MY WRONG CONCLUSION
He tried to tell me how he felt
"Please doctor, I am not sick"
As he was being pulled on the belt
With a bruise on his left cheek
Evidence of complete affliction
And I reached for a conclusion.
They put my patience to test every given chance
Provocatively declaring my judgment as "nonsense"
Whether I am coming or going they question my every step
It is worse when I'm hurt trying to make them happy.
SOLD MYSELF TO TORTURE
I read it out in the holy books
The creation and the powers vested in man
But how did I find myself caught in hooks?
Entangled in the nets with nowhere to run
With a poisoned mind that hates a friend
And falls in love with another of some kind.
At a cost of my leg and an arm
I chose to leave my throne and a crown
For the thirty pieces that greezed my palm
Accepting to have all my knees down
And participate in a race
Representing the people from another place
THE POLITE EXCUSE
With broken hearts, we write you the last piece
Wishing you good luck in a life ahead
You championed love and facilitated for peace
You gave life to relationships that looked dead
You literally buried oceans and moved mountains
You were the bridge between civilians and army captains.
From time to time you were a human shield
Bullets and swords pierced your body without count
You would walk bare feet on hot coals in the field
To save the precious life of the cat
In a court of big dogs and fierce foxes
Without riding on the back of horses.
Our hands are tied and the lips sealed
We can only silently pray for a miracle
Those casting nets in the deep shouldn't be killed
And you are the single eyed man of them all
That appreciates beauty in the rainbow
And keeps crawling to achieve a common goal
If wishes were horses, we could've joined the marathon,
We would bet on you with our lives
You've never been in our fresh, a piercing thorn
But a complete peace of the two equal halves
And this makes us form rivers running down the cheeks
Seeing you confined in a small box
Humbleness made me keep crawling
Even when I had a chance to fly
I taught myself negative proverbs
"Keep it low", "Maintain low profile".
My friends kept stretching their hands
To reach for the stars
And I went on despising their effort
No man can touch the sky
"No man is perfect"
THE GRIFFIN VULTURE
I used to think this was a Black Rooster
The way they made look on the poster
As presented by the Renowned Pastor
Little did I know he was the Griffin Vulture
That would pounce on our culture
And make us question our own future.
Thought he was the Black Rooster
The one that rebuked Peter on Easter
When he thrice denied Christ as Master
Thought he was able to stand by his word
And not become a slave of the world
But here he is driving us in the mad
NOT ROCKET SCIENCE
We used to think it is impossible
Now we know it is not rocket science
Right in mid air, one can build a castle
And out of the molehill, a mountain erect
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THE TITANIC Struggling to connect the dots Why they targeted the boats And so decided to sink the Titanic For fins and scales That would last for a sec..
NOT A DREAM We had a lot, that still fail to make sense In the year the pandemic took to the throne Here are the few from the speedy glance That poked in our fresh, a six inch thorn
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