He would lead the herd as we ambulated down the dusty village road headed south of my forefather’s land,
Upon reacting our destination, Tyso would chase after squirrels for almost an hour,
Then he would come back heads high, carrying it to remind me his net worth,
He was my best man, my helper, my only son, the most devoted best friend I’ve ever, Rest In Paradise My Fellow Soldier!!!ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Tag: Poem
A piece of writing in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by particular attention to diction (sometimes involving rhyme), rhythm, and imagery.
Kaluki, My First Love
I was an innocent boy until my first love Kaluki taught me how to kiss,
When i first met her, i mistakenly thought she was a shy girl,
Little did i know she was a mistress of top notch romance,
Still young and naive, i decided to allow her to lead our love journey,
Kalahari, “The Great Thirsty Land”
Despite the harsh climatic conditions, Kalahari is home of wildlife inclusive of wildebeests, springboks, kudu and the brown hyaena,
Not to forget prey eating birds like the martial eagle, giant eagle owl and also falcons,
A variety of reptiles also dwell upon the desert including Cape cobras, puff adders and lizards,
Lest we forget the amphibians who are also able to survive here, the bush veld rain frog and the tremolo sand frog.
The African Way [Part 1]
In my tribe, Akamba, women are not allowed to slaughter animals,
It is the sole duty of a man, to butcher animals then the woman cooks it,
When food is ready they are neither permitted to eat any meat from the legs,
Nor the part above the hooves of a goat, they say she will never settle in one boma,
First Born In a Poor Family
Being a first born in a family of five called for more toilsome responsibilities,
So i dropped off my fears, packed my clothes and wore the sporty shoes of a pacesetter,
I waved goodbye to my kinsmen and treaded towards the bus station, out to the world of possibilities!
Father, Who Are You?
He created our first parents and gave them an order to multiply and fill the earth,
Out of just two people, a man and a woman, the world was born,
That’s one of the many reasons i do not joke with my creator,
We can read about Him for ages and ages, but we’ll never understand Him
The Late Night Ritual
It’s a night out for the male members of our great tribe, Akamba,
We whirled up the village mountain with a male species of the Boer goat,
The elders are infront of us, holding their spears with a can of fire hanging on the fingers,
It’s time to face the supreme being that liveth on the high places, god of the mountains,
I Still Love You Tania
You always kept away your phone, just to listen to my hilarious stories,
Something that every man with perfect levels of testosterone would treasure for ages,
I salute you ma’am, you’re still the woman of my dreams,
You voice was from a planet not yet known by human understanding,
Please Come Back, We Miss You
It’s barely a month since you left us on our own, with my daughter,
You made the decision when you found out that my ex paid me a visit at work,
I wanted to explain the whole drama but you said i was capable of man slaughter,
You gave up on us when we needed you most madam clerk,
Woman of My Dreams
She was breathtaking like the early morning sun, a brunette,
Her eyes were glowing vividly like a burning candle,
I stood there holding my helmet, restless like a smoker who had lost his cigarette,
I speechlessly watched her beauteous self walk past me, she was so admirable!
Little Strings of Poetry 