In his quick gait and stride, I see legs feeble and weary. In his straight back and shoulders raised, I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane. In his sexual energy and libido, I see deadly soft limpness. In her smooth pretty beautiful face, I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face, like … Continue reading When Old Age Beckons
Old age is sweet. Fresh palmwine would have to stand in line in comparism to the heady ecstacy that old wine gives. That was what Pa.Falokun felt like. Old wine. Stored well, not a jerry-can, but the proper rubber jar, he was ripe in his old age. With experience. And pain. Pain is good for … Continue reading A space in the stars
I Was Not Here Tomorrow This is the day A day to be, or not to be It was not a yes-ta-day It is a to-day I knew what happened in the days by Even though the memories faded Both the plesant and the foul At the dusk I wrapped them up Interred them with … Continue reading I Was Not Here Tomorrow
Note: don’t know if this can be classified as a poem, perhaps not traditionally, but hey… Still posted it! Beautiful tapestry, my life was Woven intricately and delicately with coloured threads of sorrow and laughter, depression and bliss. All beautifully entwined to form an aesthetically cascading piece. Now I am tired. I have poured myself … Continue reading Tapestry
My elder brother is a Bomboclark! I am the only one that should call him that, so be advised. But seriously, the man is a major pain to this earth and to me. There are many reasons for this, but the worst is that he is one of the evil people encouraging my grandmother to … Continue reading GRANDMA DO US A FAVOUR, DROP DEAD (2) – A Response.
I might look like the worst person on earth, I may very well be. But it hardly matters these days. These days I find that looking bad is considered awesome. You tell a girl she is crazy and she thinks its a compliment. In fact, if you don’t tell her she might be the one … Continue reading Grandma, do us a favour, drop dead