Jumapili, 15 Julai 2018

A LONG LETTER OF GRIEF

A LONG LETTER OF GRIEF

When I think of you
I cry but don't mind
Because each teardrop is for you
And each teardrop brings a memory
And each memory brings a smile
And each smile paints life back
For death left a heartache
That no one can heal
For love leaves a memory
That no one can steal !

My memory falls into a ditch of love
Asking for you all the countless time
My eyes find total umbra like darkness
When I try to gesture of your presence
Ooush ! You're no longer there
You seem to be near though invisible
You're with me, laughing with me
You are in my heart, I can't say
You're in my thought, in life always!

Sometimes, my wish is your presence
Telling you, how much I need you
Crying for you, heart wrench all the way
The way you would carry my heavy cross
The way you would shade away my tears
Overwhelming sadness is my home
Hopeless, feeling numb to the world.

Grief is like the ocean, comes in waves
Ebbing and flowing in cool and disguise
Sometimes the water is totally calm
Sometimes it is too overwhelming
All we do is to live swimming
Holding back waves and swaying.

Grief is like a portable ice
Held in hands, cold much
Dropped down and smelts
Held in hands and freezes
Tormenting most beholders.

#nostalgicmemoriesofgrief

HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

Africa, the cradle of giving birth
Africa, heaved out her loins opened
Opened to let hawks and harks explode
Wearing wings to fly over finding path.

For Africa wraps souls of racial oneness
The trumpet blows summoning races
Races lost in vain of total darkness
Races of illuminant hinges of lights.

Homecoming summon for home having
For home is supreme beyond all beauties
Glittering like galaxies swaying over skies
For we are one and only Africa is our land

Africa resorted to public serenity latrines
Africa raped besides her mother lingeries
Africa wrapped in dried banana leaves
Africa wrapped and dumped into fires.

For African voice raised and echoed back
Africa lost for Africans lost in darkness
Wearing jeans and left back jewellers
For patriotism was told beyond borders.

Hey Africa, put on your Maasai gumboot
Hold the amulet and enter the forest
Beasts must be bruised and killed
For it's our jungle, let majestically step in.