My wife of Life & for Life My sunshine & Moonlight My bride, yes my pride For whom on my face lingers dancing smiles With you worries fade Like the shores washed away by waves See, with you arising in me’s faith Casting away every shame,pain and ache For you again I love Cos of … Continue reading Whispers of Love
I’m sorry I hate you. I hate you ‘cos you made me this way… I hate you cos you stole my joy and left a bleeding soul. I hate you ‘cos you never cared to mould me. I hate you ‘cos I don’t know how to love you. I sought your love, and hell was … Continue reading I’m Sorry I Hate You.
Helplessly we clung to the voices of hope Because that was all we were left with. Dilapidated houses; a place we once called home. The sands were dry with shattered bones underneath. Our animals were gone; we wondered what next to eat. Resorting to humans gone; I often saw it brought to heat. A … Continue reading Death Of A Future’s Past
It is Harmattan; not without, But within me is the cold. Youth and merry fill the air about; It is I that has grown old. Hawks gracing the clumsy skies, Sailing, building without rest. Sauntering down hollow aisles, Seeking a stolen nest. There is silence below the stars; Stars bright enough to burn. Still nursing these scars Like a nestling nun. I am a beggaring gloom; Counting my days in twos. I see now a full moon; A gleam of hope lain loose. It is harmattan; not without; And within she is all. Dusty leaves still burning out; It is Harmattan within after all.
The experience of nature is one of awe A watch of a thrilling thunderstorm A look at a mighty tree It might be a majestic mountain range A roaring waterfall or bouquet of flowers One cannot but appreciate the work of the creator When the sun shines, it comes with radiant hues Just like clear … Continue reading Nature
It doesn’t hurt me When I hear of bombs planted Of lives harvested Of blood spilled All in the name of God- A God who cannot fight his battle. It doesn’t hurt me When you wring your hands With bombs It doesn’t hurt me When the carcasses of dead beast lay putrefying … Continue reading It Doesn’t Hurt Me
Africa, My Africa: A continent carved out of glory enriched with fertile soil on which the world grow decked with bronze,embedded with gold,crowned with ivory the greener pasture land,the land milk flourish and honey flow, Africa! The land of lands, the mother of the lands, the cradle civilazation took its first stand, a land of … Continue reading Africa, My Africa.