FOUNDATION OF IS

Dont piss on my piece ,just want peace on my piece .struggle on the pen ,release on the mind .main stream on the words penned down .No blanks on papers ,wish for more on the bank . uncorrupted Art. Too much criticism ,but in J.coles words “don’t do it for the critics who never *******…

SINK ME IN

I stand in awe,as her feet move in tune with the dunes ,as the granules of sand bounce of the ground in heartbeat tones Sat under the blue light ,wondering whether you miss me as much as I miss you ,when my every thought ,echoed with the desire to see you . For like when…

YOUR EYES

in a whale of sound In a thrust of water In the calmness of the sea Things are as never to be seen Bringing social Talk of morals Talk of codes In a debacle of thoughts Trying to find peace The calmness in a voice The assurance in a smile In the emotions of an…

1934

In words that might come hither Or maybe play your name on the zither Heard a song . I know it came from 1934 The guy was on point Could never paint the words ever clearer . On a summer night On a winter night On all seasons I have myriads of reasons To say…

TO THEM 

It was mothers day ,on sunday .I wrote that and sent it to my mum .Man wasnt she happy .But then i thought ,do we really have to show how much we love our mothers ,‘fathers’on certain days. ??? The answer is a deffinate no .I mean she has been there for us through thick…

THE FIRST TIME 

You decided to take step into something new ,thought of the adventure ,the sheer thrill of what you could accomplish .The expectation . When the exhilaration was so enticing to the point your mouth drooled ,by simply thinking of it . The grass was green ,not a single hair of yellow .The thoughts so mellow…

WHEN IT HAPPENS 

I believe death to be one of the most painful episodes in our lives .some might end up living in denial for a very long time .For instance my mum ,she took six months to at least cope with reality after her nephew died .Junior was his name . Sometimes when our friends lose their…

WHEN YOUR DOWN

Drip!drip!drip The rain kept falling She kept running Sky was gray  So was the heart Of the one watching across the street The tears kept falling  But who would have known  Drip!drip!drip  The rain kept falling  Falling so hard  That it was washing the dreams  The ideals the hopes  To oblivion  Drip!drip !drip  The rain…

ROOTS

Am African and I love the fact that am one.I dont have to always worry about the sun . We  would all like to have a sense of belonging .Anywhere where we can call home.But our generation is a confused one .why ? Most of us simply Dont know our roots our language and our…