Image source:pixabay.com There where motion becomes impossible And standing becomes bitter There I am with stiffened legs Bending motionlessly over That oozing body, the life With all six senses alert.

We sing a song Day by day We know many songs In our zero-one-zero patterned stomach. The heat of this sun Reddens our shackles This sun from which this colour emanates Has given to us many songs. As our

Befuddled and bewildered, I try to unravel nature's wonder, Then in thought do I come to naught, With my preposterous thought. Stunned, I ask in a mood so pensive: Where did I come from? Who begot my

They are squealing in silence Longing to come to our aid Yet kept apart by that overstretched line The mistakes they made They long to teach us over it Yet kept apart by that overstretched line Heroes

I look at the painting in my room It hung quietly as ever A mirror I took in hand A comparison I made with the painting Time had not been fair judge The demands of life have taken toll on me I played back

I am arrayed with shackles, Transported in sullen sea vessels As my barrels of oil and spice. I am exiled from my home, Cursed to an unknown soil to toil For the White Mouths. I feed on the hope of seeing

Under the bright moonlight At the big court yard Little ears at grandma's fee Listen to generation myths Without gun or blast fear Nor khakis' hand-cuffs As grandma tell tales Of generation myths Fables,

Image source:www.pexels.com Upon these seas of merriment, I row Through the rivers of apartheid and segregation In this negro boat. The creeks seem a slow and steady turbulence, But their current give

Today I just wish to let pictures speak out some moments of child birth aided by the WATER BATH. Happy View.... Stage1.... Stage 2.... Stage 3..... Stage 4.... Stage 5..... Stage 6..... Stage 7..... Stage

Upon my gaze on their faces Naught saw I but a glimmering hope— The hope to be chosen— From the many few, For few are called' Yet fewer still are chosen. The cause of idleness plagues their soul And earnestly

Poor Africa Much talked about But less cared about Except by those that have the straw To suck it dry and abandon How long will strangers defile you At the connivance of Your special sons and daughters

And yet I dreamt a dream Only last night And saw as if in a true world Flowers growing tall, beautiful and healthy In living spring water They flagged and waved Like dancing a romantic rhythm. So

With veins full of Spartan blood, And the trusted brother; the sword, With a handful 300 who demons fought, He took on the onus of Spartans existence. Standing to an implicit colonial era, He pointed into

My mother, my mother Great and strong Your love and kindness So tender and meek How life will go, without your loving eyes on me? My cry, your cry My happiness your happiness My sickness, your sickness

I ask Nature Why are some black and some white? She says to me Both have red blood I ask Nature Why does the cock alone crow? She says to me The hen is chicken-hearted I ask Nature Why do some bathe in

The sun seems unnecessarily hot today, My legs tend to drag heavily. The muscles within me all seem loose. And the road ahead seems much longer. Everything today has a different shape The day seems to

Look! Look at the sky See the rainbow Breaking forth But the cloud is heavy And my goat is pregnant The balloon is filled with air Who will unveil the bride? Smile for the darkest second breaks Into a

This poem is solely about me. I have faced series of challenges since my dad passed on. All the assets he had left for his boys(children) where ceased from us by those he called his brothers..... I Ran

This awkward feeling.. Hahahahahaha....

.......IT IS EASIER TO MULL OVER HURTS BUT YOU ARE HAPPIER WHEN YOU LET GO OF THEM.....I implore you as much as possible please see reasons to go the extra mile to Forgive. It takes one and one to make