2012-05-16T20:18:00.000-07:00

Amber

The Wind silent and firm,

Grass swooning

Lovers locked under gentle water blue,

Trees straight, tall unyielding,

a true red.

Water Blue cascading,

a true green

Amber, oh Amber, the countenance fails

strong red striven for

Easy Green smoothly swirls

But Amber oh Amber,

like the guitar string,

taut and slack

the eye of the storm

knowing that the storm is coming but,

a glimmer of hope that is, in fact non existent.

Oh Amber why do you vex me so?

Yet gentle water is the strongest of all,

Drop by drop, it persists, avoids,

Smiting dents in brittle red,

softly, cajoling, persuading, persisting, drop by drop

drip, drip

Ohh sweet music

cacophonous meshing with ridiculous melody,

the ecstasy of hectic-ness,

Insistent but not persistent

Angry but disinterested,

The eye of the storm:

Amber.

Tuwi Rokodulu on an early summer eve in Dupont Circle, Washington DC.

The Champion Knight of the Round Basin

2009-11-28T15:31:00.000-08:00

I do not mean to be boastful but...

I consume Kava. Let me rephrase that: I consume Kava a lot.

Three months after I had left the stuff(not by choice of course), I can still feel the effects;The work I have been assigned seems to stretch on and on, the list of missed deadlines keep on accumulating and for some reason simple things such as homework and making my bed and cleaning my room have become enormously and infinitely difficult. I blame my Kava addled brain for that. I blame it because the alternative is unacceptable. In essence then, my ongoing lethargy (whoever said I couldn't be consistent at anything?),a condition I seem to hang easily on to by the way, is because of the amount of Kava I had consumed in a brief time period, a testament then to my prowess on the Round Basin Field.

Well in fact, I only wrote this because one of my friends who is a pretty good journalism student I hear,refuses to write an article about the Champion Knight of the Round Basin. I do not blame him though, he had initially refused to believe that very much like the chronicles of Riddick, I could kill easily. In fact fact, more so because where Riddick used a tea cup, a metal one at that mind you, I could repeat the same feat with less force and more effect. Needless to say, my journalism friend was doubled up pretty quickly partly from the force I exerted but more so in wonder. He could not believe the dexterity and the speed by which I had hit with. He didn't know up till then but he learned pretty fast, what one could do with a half a coconut that had smooth edges to its rims.He didn't even take his shoes with him, but I got to say the way he slunk away boy sa yawa sara ga, not even a blade of grass turned, Riddick would have been envious.

But the logic behind the article, well I heard we are entitled fifteen minutes of fame, so I thought I'd cashed in early, these days you never know what will happen tomorrow. By proclaiming myself (or rather he proclaims me)as the Champion Knight of the Round Basin it would really boost my self confidence and I figured the challengers (who would be required to bring the grog of course) would solve my ever expanding gusto for grog whilst soothing my ever thinning pocket ( I wish that happened to my waist though and I'm only twenty!).

Well For those of you reading this, Good Luck for the day.

Until Next time, From Natewa with Love.

The Musings of A Diaspora Third Worlder.

The Champion Knight of the Round Basin