The man is jobless
The woman is joyless
The baby is faultless
He wants to be a writer
She is wont to be a fretter
Baby plays like all other
His life is hard
She makes it bad
Baby loves 'em both
He reads his books
She works her looks
Baby munch his food
He says twill work
She says it aint worth
Baby stays his world
His esteem is half broken
She feels her heart broken
Baby needs are forgotten
He prays in silence
She sulks with violence
Baby sighs with innocence
He thinks
She nags
It sleeps
a view of the world as seen from the eyes of an African and expressed through short stories, poetry, song and music!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Stars in the Sky
Holiness! How many stars are in the sky?
One, two, three, those ones...millions up high
It seems for every man, a star ( woman two)
Alive, non-alive, unborn; the rich and the wretched too
That large one winking languidly at me is me
And those small ones huddled like a smoke are other men
That sulking yellow one to the left is my wife Sally
Oh gosh! what oh God makes her that surly?
Dear stars, how comes you so merry?
Though a cloud occludes and a rain so tarry?
Could be that you are pure of heart
And your friends are too cool to hurt
Come my pleasant one and please cuddle me
Salve my scars of this scabrous world so mean
Confide in my heart all you know of this earth
Without warning the man warming in the hearth
Uh-oh! my own star why so stubborn?
Make your dew preserve my bone
Till that due date of paying dues
That least lusted for of all rendezvouses
So long my love of unending smiles
I love you all the lifeless miles between us
One, two, three, those ones...millions up high
It seems for every man, a star ( woman two)
Alive, non-alive, unborn; the rich and the wretched too
That large one winking languidly at me is me
And those small ones huddled like a smoke are other men
That sulking yellow one to the left is my wife Sally
Oh gosh! what oh God makes her that surly?
Dear stars, how comes you so merry?
Though a cloud occludes and a rain so tarry?
Could be that you are pure of heart
And your friends are too cool to hurt
Come my pleasant one and please cuddle me
Salve my scars of this scabrous world so mean
Confide in my heart all you know of this earth
Without warning the man warming in the hearth
Uh-oh! my own star why so stubborn?
Make your dew preserve my bone
Till that due date of paying dues
That least lusted for of all rendezvouses
So long my love of unending smiles
I love you all the lifeless miles between us
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