Why have you decided to wear a designer suit on top of your dirty pants? And yet you haven’t taken shower… why Francis?
Ever complaining of a persistent stomach ache yet you don’t cleanse your cup when it’s tea time!
This is like inserting your hands into the mouth of a crocodile and expecting it back as it was,
No matter how influential you are son, you will never teach an old baboon new tricks on how to survive in a jungle!…
Tag: Poetry
Poetry is a type of literature, or artistic writing, that attempts to stir a reader’s imagination or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. Some poems, such as nursery rhymes, are simple and humorous.
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN.
When the sun goes down and darkness stretches over the mountains, driving away every beast of the land from his respective hide out,
When the herdsmen converge at the exit to split their flocks after a long tiresome day on the grazing land,
When every single bird of the air together with his counterpart return to their nests after savaging the farmer’s wheat,
When the city grills and casinos become silent as a tomb and the highways are clear like spring water…the wise will close their eyes not
A NATION OF HUNGRY PEOPLE
There’s a nation that paints it’s outermost covering with a bright colour, showcasing the white edges but burying the dull surface under the red carpet,
A state of narcissistic individuals who prey on the muscles of the destitute, a desperate newspaper vendor,
Sweeping the hard-earned coins of a shoe shiner into their overflowing storehouses,
A country that knows not the law of empathy, draining away the bowls of a street beggar! And still walks away as if nothing happened!?
It’s Not Easy To Be A Man
A council of grey-haired wise men once said that “whatever doesn’t slay man makes him stronger!”
In my community, whenever a boy is born, the first duty of the midwife is to let him taste a drop of honey,
The baby whirls his tongue through his tiny mouth licking every drop of it, then a piece of red pepper is introduced thereafter!
Then everyone stares at him as he struggles to drain soup from the wrong honey comb, the clamorous cry lasts for more than an hour!
Why The Lion Doesn’t Greet Man
Even though the flesh eaters raised a white flag and veered away, a ferocious rivalry between man and the beast of land grew in a massive way!
Hyaenas would hide in the midst of the leafy scrublands and wait patiently until a sheep steps in the their territory,
Wild dogs too became vengeful, they would isolate a goat from the herd, scoop away the inner parts and disappear before it’s too late,
The baboons and monkeys waited until it was harvest time, when there was plenty of food in the shamba, things became tough for mankind!
Before The Devil Became A Tailor
Are you satisfied with the fashion trends dominating the clothing arena currently?
Have you ever sat on a bench in your nearby town and watched ladies, older and younger passing by the streets?
Does it not perturb you when you see these little ones pulling down their tiny skirts in the sanctuary?
Or does it mean that age is catching up with me, if I refuse to wear these rugged pieces of jeans? I don’t think so!
Struggles of The Night Watchman
Have you ever pondered about the life of a night guard, a sentinel, a watcher?
The man who stays wake all night under a squeezed room or standing from dusk to dawn on the watch tower?
With his eyes wide open all night scanning through the edges of his master’s perimeter wall,
Lest he blink and lose his head to the sword of the night burglar! Have you?
The Girl Everyone Else Feared
But since I had listened to “Michael Learns” and “Westlife” love songs, I made up my mind to climb a palm tree without a ladder,
I have always had the notion that a man is still a man, with my five dollars for pocket money, I bought an ice cream and kept the change for future endeavours,
You know ice cream, lollipops and choco bar was the in-thing then, so I raised my collar, tucked in half of my shirt and bounced towards this daughter of dynasty,
She used to stay alone, all the other girls used to envy her, I guess they felt intimidated by her flourishing beauty and the shouting yellow skin tone,
When I Was A Kid
Life was good then, I was being treated as a real prince, with all the royalty and numerous maidens around, untill the king decided to add another small pikini,
I was deprived off my “all-time favourite” title which now was wholesomely granted to my younger brother,
The attention and favour that I attracted when I was the only “last born” around, vanished away,
The master became the servant, “go bring me a spoon from the cupboard drawer, I want to feed your small brother, faster!” My mom’s high-pitched voice commanded,
Entangled By Sexual Desires
Now, switch off your telly and follow me to the social media arena, take a glimpse on story highlights uploaded on the world’s famous blue icon,
Hold on fellow ninja, here’s an ice cold drink, tell your third leg to shrink and wait, the time is yet to come!
Welcome to the world of double-tapping, do you love their bubbling balloons, upstairs or downstairs?
Why are these half-clothed brunettes facing away from the camera man? Maybe they do not like showing their face, they know you prefer the rear view anyway!
Little Strings of Poetry 