I love my roots
And I cherish my Ruth
The first is my ancestry
And the latter is my dignity
...
We lambast the rapist but sex young girls in secrecy
We insult the thief but take bribes
We scorn the prostitute but date more than one person
...
Let the act of violence end
End with this short piece
And let us put a stop to this hatred
Even if it would not be with ease
...
They love to join the longer convoys
Move around towns and cities
On those asphalted first-classed roads
And stand on the bigger platforms
...
Wasted years
In faded tears
Stupid turns
In fruitless thoughts
...
“I Moved Along the Bushy Path,
To See If I Could Find;
Find her footprints in the scattered sand
Or the Exact Spot
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Women and children seen in groups
Mourning the dead and lost souls
All in subdued wails!
People not seen closer again
...
Fear not this moron
For what he is doing are mere antics
By morning he’ll be gone
Very far, when you’re still be searching for answers
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Hot tears rolling my cheeks
Rekindling my mind
To reminisce events
Hmm! Events of the past
...
Give me the definition of friendship
Is it the keeping of company?
The wiping of teary eyes
The provision of security
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Every insect in my room knows the sound of my moans
Every wood under my bed knows the strength of my thrust
Every corner of my room has felt the body of my ladies
Every sand in my room knows the moves I make
...
It's very terrible losing a friend you've known the whole year
His company, time friendship, petty misunderstandings …
Will make me miss him the more
He came to be part of me
...
It's a very nice day
With the cold Christmas breeze brushing my skin
Why should I not be happy?
For the Lord has made today for me
...
I might not be handsome
I am not thick-tall
I might not be that intelligent
I might not be that strong
...
There is a new community
This new community knows no night
The new community is fast and very smart
The new community is tireless
...
I've made peace with my past
That is why my present is so blessed
And my future unknowingly smooth
...
Mother became a single mother
When we had no father
She never had much money
But we never slept empty
...
I had lived the lives of others
Walked under their shadows
Studied their theories
And practiced their principles
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I Love My Roots
I love my roots
And I cherish my Ruth
The first is my ancestry
And the latter is my dignity
One is my life
And the other my half
My roots determine my past
Present and tomorrow
My Ruth is my heart
Adrenalin my bone marrow
(Sept.2013. Juaso)
As we transit this earth, we have no business building seemingly permanent structures. Mushroom structures we live in, and collapse would they as we move ahead.
'Hope is that wishful thought that makes one smile in the mist of tears'
A brainwashed literate is more foolish than the worst illiterate
when one's pen takes him to fame; one should know how tame his ego
The fact that one does all it takes for a successful farm does not automatically mean one will have a bumper harvest; Nature plays a part.
Once we feel the bad of every good and the fall in every move, we become vigilant in every decision we take.
Twin has become Africa One brother dark, worse and with sinister mind As that of the devil Another Brother fair, good and with clear mind As that of the angel
Life can be very horrible If we watch it from a wrong angle
Lest I'm cursed, I'll always flourish
Thanks for your good joy. May the Lord strengthen you with His powers.