My inconclusive historic journey in a land of seekers.
An adventurer of love in the torrent of your eyes.
Yet to find my home.
All the arms outstretched have yet to offer me a clean diamond.
For which I shall spring forth like a butterfly with limited time.
To sample the nectar of my season.
Only I will not kiss the pale hooded darkness just yet.
I am a sorcerer of time lost to the seasonality of my musings.
#peace.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
Happy Independence
Happy Independence.
But while we make merry, I don't know about you but I am wondering...
Nkrumah fought and won a war against the white man but did he win against his people?
Is Africa really free?
Is Libya waking up to a natural sounds of the morning ?
Will Ivorian children walk to church in carefree spirits?
Or is our independence totally lost to the greed and tyranny we are doomed with?
Remember the leaders who oppress us and make us rise against eachother cannot thrive without our support.
Don't fall for the promise of singular shine or the indifference of the pain being in another country.
The strange enemy that we must fight stays in the mirror of every house, in our hearts.
The total liberation of Africa begins with one man...you African, YOU!
But while we make merry, I don't know about you but I am wondering...
Nkrumah fought and won a war against the white man but did he win against his people?
Is Africa really free?
Is Libya waking up to a natural sounds of the morning ?
Will Ivorian children walk to church in carefree spirits?
Or is our independence totally lost to the greed and tyranny we are doomed with?
Remember the leaders who oppress us and make us rise against eachother cannot thrive without our support.
Don't fall for the promise of singular shine or the indifference of the pain being in another country.
The strange enemy that we must fight stays in the mirror of every house, in our hearts.
The total liberation of Africa begins with one man...you African, YOU!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Pennies for pain
i wrote this poem for a friend who did odd jobs in the UK during holidays.
I have journeyed.
With a backbreaking load on my head.
Journeyed long.
To this street of chill.
From streets of gold to streets of cold...many weary steps before mine .
Journeyed.
From time zone, to time zone.
Losing cedis and strength to seek a shilling.
Giving pain to gain a penny.
I have come from afar..a shoe wearing thin.
To fill a pocket with a million holes...cold in my face
Journeyed...Seeking a penny for my pain
I have journeyed.
With a backbreaking load on my head.
Journeyed long.
To this street of chill.
From streets of gold to streets of cold...many weary steps before mine .
Journeyed.
From time zone, to time zone.
Losing cedis and strength to seek a shilling.
Giving pain to gain a penny.
I have come from afar..a shoe wearing thin.
To fill a pocket with a million holes...cold in my face
Journeyed...Seeking a penny for my pain
...
So i have been thinking long and hard about a new post. But the whirlwind life of a growing woman won't give me a minute to complete that thought.
Then my dear Benjamin leaves a comment on one of the poems today that reminds me of my profound love for this niche. And i feel ashamed and guilty that i have been away so long.
So i am pledging to be much more active. After all, What would a woman be without words?
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