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CHINESE COSMETICS

2012-02-20T11:13:00.000-08:00

CHINESE COSMETICS

Emancipation is but a mere Chinese cosmetic

On the dark skins of our thoughts

It has been a yummy bone

Before a famished toothless bulldog

It has been an alarm clock

That keeps ticking but never sounds

When will independence transcend

Beyond erection and unveiling of monuments

Amidst routine nerve-racking march passes

And null and void ceremonial speeches

To an absolute overhaul

Of our mental faculties and attitudes

When would we have a tailor-cut vision as a people

Devoid of damaging external influence

When would we wean our fortunes

From the cancerous over-dependence

On the uncharitable West

Whose offers are typically honey-coated gallbladders

Of what essence is formal education

If its syllabi tend to suppress our thoughts

And stifle our inner expressions

Of what essence is Western education

If the more education we receive

The more illiterate we become

Let us wake up from our ancient slumber

Let us arise and purge ourselves

Of those Chinese cosmetics on our minds

Let us redefine freedom

Let us disentangle ourselves

From those invisible twines from the West

This is our land

This is our heritage

Posterity stares at us in the face

And we have no excuse to fail them

Arise!

THE GREEN SHALL WITHER

2012-02-07T02:34:00.000-08:00

THE GREEN SHALL WITHER

After nine donkey months in captivity

We were released from the tomb of the womb

A womb of comfort

A womb of solace

A womb filled with milk and honey

A womb lined with roses

And decorated with velvets

Amidst cheers and jubilation

Rhythmic music and staggering dance movements

We were innocently ushered into this puzzling topographic spot

We learnt it is called Earth

We were all mirror-smooth from the crown to sole

Smoother skins prevailed everywhere

Especially at our buttocks

They were absolutely spotless and unblemished

With lips, juicey and well-painted

“What a wonderful place!” We all thought

Little did we know

We are embarking on a baton-relay race called, ‘life’

We were never pre-adviced of our destination

Neither were we offered a manual on our modus operandi

It was a sweet marathon from the scratch

All we had in mind

Was that things will remain the same till end

We occupied a world of fancy

A world without sweat or fret

A place without pains but gains

A location devoid of labour but favour

It was all joy

Boisterous days faded into soundless nights

Drowsy nights yawned sweepingly into undimmed days

Over time

We began noticing visible alterations on our bodies

We requested for our birth certificates

And, Oh my God!

We realize we were eighteen

There were pubic hairs at sacred spots

Our skins have become tougher

Our teeth have cracked several bones

We enjoyed our youthful exuberance with glee

We embarked on crazy adventures

We induced peaceful troubles

We engaged in physical activities

We carried weights and loads

We basked in the awesome glory of the sun

Just to burn calories for our daily bread

We noticed a peculiar set of individuals in our communities

They were conspicuously unique and distinct

They were aged and feeble

Day in, day out we saw them

Rooted particularly at positions with minimal movements

Little did they do, little did they say

Their speeches were as brief as the content of a telegram

Some were so frail like cocoyam leaves

While others were half-shy blind

We paid no regular attention to them

Why?

Simple!

We thought they were suffering for their misdeeds

What a blatant error in high places!

The days never ceased rolling by

The aged whom we saw once upon a time were all history

Their seats were conspicuously vacant

Their walking sticks leaned akimbo against the tireless walls

Their wheelchairs were patiently awaiting fresh tenants

Gradually and steadily

They had all fallen off and withered away

‘Lord have mercy!’

What are we seeing?

We have grayed without our attention

Slowly our rivers are becoming muddy pools

We could no longer walk as briskly as we were familiar with

Our strength were dwindling

Our once smooth and delicate skin coats

Have become dehydrated, wrinkled and sand paperlike

We no longer possessed our eagle-eye sight

We were like bats flying at day

Rudely were we awakened from our slumber

Just to realize were all part of a perpetual cycle

A cycle no living organism could ever escape

Not the birds of the field

Nor the beasts of the field

Our hearts bled profusely

As we reminisced our daft youthful days

Creeping tears evaded our delicate eyes

Which hid behind a windscreen of a medicated spectacle

If we had known we all belonged to this inevitable cycle

We would have saved enough energy for our final lap

If we had known

We would have spent quality time with the aged and feeble

If we had known we belonged to this cycle

We would have held the aged in high esteem

If we had known old was a rare privilege

If we had known it was the chosen few

If we had known it was a divine blessing

Had we known!

Had we been told

Had we noticed

That the green leaf with time definitely withers

We would been spared all these rude metamorphosis

But as our learned elders always say

“Had I know is a always a fools conclusion”

What a pity!

2012-01-06T16:56:00.000-08:00

COUNTRYSIDE AFRICA

It’s a serene unadulterated atmosphere

With fresh liberated winds sweeping the skin clean

Sheep and goats bleating ‘meeh-meeh !’

Monkeys swinging and chattering

Dogs flirting and barking ‘wow-wow !’

Ducks marching in a single file and quacking aloud

And birds whispering melodiously

All blending harmoniously in a natural orchestra

To helplessly vibrate the eardrums

Surely! , nature scores its highest marks here

With elegance and glamour

Strikingly radiant rays from the sun

And the tears from the overburdened clouds

Graciously kiss and caress the naked earth gently

Seducing it to bring forth fresh and bountiful fruits

From its ad infinitum womb

Trees stand undaunted in position

Combining forces to umbrella the earth beneath

While offering a cozy rest place for both flora and fauna

Its pure and distinctive environment

Makes the heart feel very much @ home

Its astounding tranquility

Tickles the very thoughts mankind

Its soothing air devoid of industrial hazards

And odourless free-flowing water bodies

Remind mankind of his marvelous debut abode

The Garden of Eden!

Aaaahhhh…..!!!!!!!!

What a unique refreshment it affords the soul

Plus an upliftment to the weary spirit

Cool, silent and breezy solace do the nights provide

Gently pampering our tender souls as we sleep

With melodies of frogs, crickets and fireflies

Easing the pains from our butted bodies with smiles

As we cruise through the silent night

What more can we offer our spirits

In this unscrupulous period of urbanization ?

What more can we bless our souls with

In this age of urban malfeasance ?

If there’s any rehabilitation center

Nature has moulded for humanity

It is definitely the countryside!

OBSESSION

2011-11-25T04:33:00.000-08:00

MY OBSESSION

Her fruity memories

Evade my fertile thoughts each microsecond

Her sunny smiles tickle my emotions

Her explicit body language remains faultless

Milk and honey detain her luscious lips without mercy

Her arrow-pointed nose refreshingly pierces my soul with glee

She’s sleek

She’ silky

She’s the sole epitome of elegance

A precise soul mate without error

Her astounding beauty constantly keeps my eyelids yawning

She’s been incarcerated deep within my heart of hearts

In my thought of thoughts

She’s a ceaseless guest

Our hearts are the only parallel lines

That converge at the ends

She’s the first dot that emanates from the tip of my pen

Her whispers remain incessant rhythms on my eardrum

Her hugs are indelible strokes on my heart

Whenever my heartbeat ticks, hers tocks

When it tocks, hers ticks

My soul inflames at the touch of her soothing hands

My spirit gets revived with her silent whispers

My heart surges when her conical nose kisses mine

Loneliness is but a taboo in my life

Her yummy lips are my cardiac right

She makes me complete

She makes my joy intact

She ignites my passionate moments

My days refuse to break in her absence

My nights fail to fall without her presence

My heart beats lackadaisically without her appearance

My brain cells gasp for breath

When I miss thought of her for a jiffy

She’s my earthly angel

My lens

My obsession!!!

MY BED

2011-08-05T05:37:00.000-07:00

MY BED

How faithful and loyal have you been, Oh my bed

How motherly have you behaved

Never a comfort you cannot afford

Never a burden have you scrapped

Blessed are you incessantly

Through thick and thin have we been unitedly

Massaging me at your own expense

My pal, my bosom friend, my counsellor

The initiator of my thoughts

And the affirmer of my conclusions

The chief investor in my brain luggage

Oh my bed!

God bless thee indeed!

You’re persistently set to receive me

After my wobbling daily escapades

Constantly on time to instill discipline into my organic structure

You open your hands to me like a Gentile harlot

Whether I come in garnished with sugary-sweat

Or embellished with an aroma of lavender

You’re the slogan of ‘Accra Hearts of Oak’

The baobab in the Kalahari

And the cactus in the Gobi desert

Fuel prices have sky-rocketed in ages past

Spare parts of automobiles keep escalating in cost

Unwavering friction and bedtime torture abound

But your rate stands steadfast

Like the decisions of Robert Mugabe

God bless you, my bed

God bless you, indeed!

More than patient have you been

Enduring all my idiotic practices without bitching

The strangulating anti-aroma chemicals I soundly release

Usually accompanied by thunderous appellation

The merciless stench from my armpit

The seawater from my urinary canal

Not to even whisper the milky lagoon

That is set free from my oral cavity in my sleep at night

God bless your punctuality, my bed

God bless your boundless mercies

God bless endurance

God bless you

God bless you, my bed indeed!!!

I'LL CALL U MA LOVE

2011-07-25T02:37:00.000-07:00

I’LL CALL YOU MY LOVE

I’ll call you my love

Not because I loved you

But because I love you

I’ll call you my love

Not because my eyes called you

But because my heart chose you

In you I find myself

Without you I’m a snail without shell

In your absence I’m a ship without a captain

A stream meandering in the Kalahari

And a rose thriving in the midst of wild thorns

I feel your vibrations in your touch

I taste of nectar on your lips

Chills ravage my spine when you smile

My soul drowns in joy when we kiss

I melt when you whisper in my ears

I become a ‘Sampson’ when you hold me close

Goose pimples become my tenants

When your body rubs against mine

I feel your heartbeat from afar

Your silky voice intoxicates my emotions

I could sing of your love

It’s the chorus of birds at dawn

I call you Vanilla

I call you Chocolita

I call you Strawberry

I call you Venus

Even Candy

But best of all

I’ll call you my love

LABOUR ON

2011-07-25T02:33:00.000-07:00

LABOUR ON

The vision looks light years asunder

The mission looks impossible

Time flies with the cheetah

Opportunities fade with the wind

Frustrations never say die

Bolts and nuts appear foes

But no matter what or how it seems

Labour on!

Labour on, mankind!

Labour on!

Sweat persistently glues to the skin

Hunger drills the tummy awfully

Thirst thrust the throat like a dagger

The inner man doesn’t just click

Energy levels drown at sea

Words of encouragement sound nonsensical

Assistance slumbers when we call

But however thick or thin it seems

We must labour on

Labour on, mankind!

Labour on!

Labour on, mason!

When projects never appear

Labour on, civil servant!

When your take-home pay doesn’t seem to take you home

Labour on, student!

When grades ‘C and D’ become your identity

Labour on, graduate!

When your countless applications yield no call up

Labour on, lady!

When no proposal comes your way

Labour on, husband!

When all your skills trigger no foetus

Labour on, pastor!

When coins invade the offertory

Labour on!

Labour on, son of man!

Labour on, daughter of Eve!

Labour on!

For as the tree always whispers to the seed below

For before it gets better

It definitely has to get worse!

Labour on! Labour on!! Labour on!!

HALLELUJAH

2011-07-25T02:29:00.000-07:00

HALLELUJAH

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!!

You planted my feet on higher pedestals

Hallelujah!

You paid the debt you never owed

Hallelujah!

You traded my garment of shame for that of fame

Hallelujah!

You swapped my embarrassment of disgrace

For an embarrassment of grace

Hallelujah!

You elevated me from the grave,

And prepared me for a conclave

Hallelujah!

You swallowed my headaches

And brought upon me boundless blessing aches

Hallelujah!

You forgave me even before I cried to You

Hallelujah!

You made my foe live to bow before my toes

Hallelujah!

You made me a giant in the midst of men

Hallelujah!

You made my cup run over

Hallelujah!

You illuminated my darkest days,

And warmed my chilly nights

Hallelujah!

You banished my sorrows,

And imposed endless joy

Hallelujah!

You hasten to my rescue even before I fall

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!!

You’re the solid rock of old

Hallelujah!

The invincible victor

Hallelujah!

He that neither blinkers nor slumbers

Hallelujah!

The unchangeable one

Hallelujah!

The mighty One with countless attributes

Hallelujah!

The oasis in the midst of deserts

Hallelujah!

Our one-time health insurance premium

Hallelujah!

The protocol-breaker

Hallelujah!

The antivirus that needs no update

Hallelujah!

The current solution to future challenges

Hallelujah!

The mega pillar that hangs the world

Hallelujah!

The one never seen, yet incomparable

Hallelujah!

The marksman who never misses His target

Hallelujah!

He that knows the omega from the alpha

Hallelujah!

He that makes virgins conceive without insertion

Hallelujah!

He that makes hungry lions lose appetite for meat

Hallelujah!

The santaclaus that knows no season

Hallelujah!

He whose brakes fail when He blesses

Hallelujah!

His mercies are in multiples of infinity

Hallelujah!

His grace needs no container

Hallelujah!

He’s the feeding bottle that needs no replenishment

Hallelujah!

The unquenchable fire without source

Hallelujah!

He whose fury comes at a snail’s pace,

Yet, blesses at a cheetah’s pace.

Hallelujah!

His word is AMEN

Hallelujah!

He that makes mankind sing,

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!!

THE AMPHITHEATER

2011-07-21T22:53:00.000-07:00

THE AMPHITHEATER

It’s a naked stage

With lights so glittering,

Yet so dim.

With an atmosphere of fire and ice

With audience very far but very near.

Awaiting that moment of truth.

Be it a rib-cracking comedy,

A heart-piercing tragedy,

Or a perplexing tragicomedy,

Within a midget of an second,

Or a tower of an hour

Individually per time,

Without fear or favour,

We shall all be summoned someday

To perform our portion of the perpetual script.

Will your rehearsal be over

Before your performance begins?

BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME

2011-07-21T22:42:00.000-07:00

BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME

My mornings are a lactating mother’s milk

So soothing and cozy

My heart beats in series and sequence

Life is a bed of Asian roses and Kashmir velvets

A day is simply not enough

An hour flashes like a blink

Rays of smiles perpetually hijack my face

My thought is your habitat

Like the baobab that remains unperturbed

Amidst rains and harmattan

And the Lemon Queen sunflower

That persistently remains vibrant incessantly

So have I become a tree by the riverside

My heart knows no pains

My lips show more gains

My deserts gain more rains

My thoughts rid all stains

Just because you loved me

WASTED GENERATION

2011-07-21T04:34:00.001-07:00

WASTED GENERATION

Oh my God!

What an eyesore guarded by petals

Our hope of a golden future tide indeed!

Oh! Wasted generation!

Where lies the promise

The promise of a glowing generation

Fortified with morals and Solomonic wisdom

Spiced with vision and godliness

Where lies the hope

The hope of youth driven movement

What story do we have to narrate

Oh! Wasted generation!

Sexual immorality is vogue

Aimless youth with equally aimless ambitions

Crap ideas from crab heads

Gloomy end from the scratch

From what mulch do we find ourselves covered

Shamelessly in our tattered social fabric

Lasses engaging lactating mothers

In breast pandemonium

Lads shedding blood for sinews of war

Tattoos and multiple piercings

Lesbians and gays

Anal and oral copulation

Pornography and wireless amorous intercourse

Hard liquor with blazing weeds

It’s a mega pity!

For how long shall we bleed the Maker’s heart

For how long shall we dine with swines and vultures

For how long shall we kiss the buttocks of filthy birds

For how long at all shall we bathe in mud

And bask in the glory of twerps

Oh!

Ow!

Ouch!

What a wasted generation indeed!!!