UNFINISHED BUSINESS

The hut in the ridge laughs
and cries in equal measure
it's once neat edges
crumble from the paradox of plenty

the tip of this pyramid of deceit
thrives and rolls in virulent disposession
the base....
the base stretches as if
in attempt to flatten the peak
pain....

internally
the house bleeds and breaks

 © August 2014

I AM AN AFRIkAN

I am an afriKan
the blood in my vein
sings 

i am the adventurous survivor
the lone spirit traveller
atop the cold atlantic waters
and beneath the seas

where my kindreds' bones lie in wait

i am an afriKan
emergent of Euro-American slavery
colonial encounters in bravery borne
world bank, imf and wto
yet still we rise

i am an afriKan
now i survive
but all i want is to thrive
so long!

 © May 2014

SISTAH SOULJAH !!

How can death be the beginning of peace
when in our hearts your mortality
remains contested

now you know too well
the cost of sacrifice
you are a good soldier
forever to be

You too now stand
in that place of envy
the place few have stood before
uncle the chalkmaster
lil' Sis Gaudence of loud smiles
Granny Gao-and-the rosary

you too are a star, sistah Janet

look back and smile
never to dwell on the slippery past
for you too are a winner

never dither
in the ultimate meter
the pearly gates will open in His return

for you. too
belong to the majestic league
of unfallen soldiers

and soldiers never die.

 © May 2014

WE, THE PEOPLE

Villains as saviours
saviours as traitors
in this game of deaths
where sanity breeds insanity
self-contained contradictions
abound in this ironical chase of chase cars

and to you
bearers and purveyors of deceit alike
will the liquid weight of red
soon become unbearable
forcefully expunging
an unbearable putrid smell
of enslaved nationhood

or will we settle down to indulge
in celebrating a 50year old gangrene
new bandage. old wounds
new vipers. same septic wells

be afraid when the eyes are no longer
reliable windows to the soul
and tears flood and flow
mixing
rinsing
cleansing
the clogs of lies
that have bound generations
to pseudo-ethnic identities

when then shall we 'others' rise
to join the moments of access
in this death dance of survival
to inject an alternate vision
such vision unchained to the highlands

for we.
too.
are a people.

© May 2014

THE STY

Behold the pouted  snots
along an important road
next to the crown
where once we sang ...

... 'God save the Q......'
That wretched woman in the Palace
must've cursed this august abode

once not long ago
we called you Honorables
now but a synonym for the Horribles
or how incorrigible you've become

who would leave a babe's milk
in your crooked care
insatiable greed your guts will tear
your stinking breath uncoverable by mint
in full glare you rape and plunder
but you too must pay the tax.

 © May 2014

NAIMAH B4

You have stayed
in the assured comfort
of your mother's womb

warmth and security
like none there abounds
yet on earth
the world awaits your glorious entry
and the ancestors throng
the cathedrals in vigil

you are blessings
as a gift unto us
a gift to you we be

you are missed already.

© January 2014