Nights like this
Neon light dimmed right
Gets me thinkin of you
Yeah you dressed in sun flower
Yeah i remember us
That night you danced on me
Yeah i remember your body
The way your hips moved, swayed
Spoke to me without even moving your lips
I know, i know
I never called you
Never reached you
Never drove to you
Yeah that, but i keep missing you
We were lovers that never kissed
Yeah my loss, you said
My loss but i cant stop hoping
Believing I’ll get you back
Yeah i see the new guy
Yeah but tell me who holds your heart?
Who mine?
Who saw you beyond that smile
The way i wrote my heart down for you
Yeah nights like this
Always hit me hard
Yeah no other but you
Got me writing to you
And, i hope you see this
So, you know a piece of me i never showed
Tag Archives: poetry
No Face // Kaonashi
Who am I?
Looking at the mirror
I have no clue
Though I know me
Me as in, myself
But when I look
I see blank
Where is happiness?
I mean the pursuit of it
I am trying
Trying to find me
Though all is blank
Blank with no face
Simple Moments // Addis Ababa Origins (i)
At night
Words come out easier
Hence, let me paint a moment
A sunny afternoon, it was
Stomach rumbling
Hunger, probably
No, definitely
Fast food or local grub?
Some ribs for the soul
Not vegan?
Personally, mentally
not there yet
Sitting there outside, beneath the shade
Munching like I’d smoked some green
Maybe?
Who knows?
Only I, of course
Reeling forward
Bite after bite, cave man style
Mango juice drinking, getting full
Spring season, sprinting by
There, caught in that second,
I see her, sight her
Her scent?
Too far, she was
Her, waiting for the 67 bus
Standing there, someone I must now
Her skin furnace shining,
Her beauty diamond demanding
Goddess, she is
Go talk to her?
What?
Me?
Yes!
We, my mind replies
Two minutes of gathering courage
Cleaned my act, face wiped away cowardice
Standing up, her view in front
Gradually, I pick up pace
The closer I approach
The further back my words run away
Up close now,
Lavender, subtle scent
Natural spring, somewhere in Addis Ababa
Shea butter, her scent I mean
She turns, my heart stops
Her eyes piercing mine, curious
Words
Words, where at thou?
Staring, she keeps
You hungry? I manage
What? She stares puzzled
Jesu Christi!
Yeah lunch, you hungry? I persevere
For a second,
her face brightens
Will you go away afterwards? She asks
Yes, I will definitely go away into space after a moment with you
More sunshine, her glow brightening………
Yeah at night
These simple moments come to mind faster
Although morning comes by rising, bird whistling
Another night,
Continuation maybe?
African Days Vision
In five years,
Sipping kunu, no processed drinks
Just sunshine, close to the beach
Possibly Cape Town?
Uganda or maybe suburban Lekki?
In five years,
Sitting, newspaper flipping
Tilapia on burner,
sizzling,
getting flipped
Beautiful music played on vinyl
King Sunny Ade, high life soaking
In five years,
I picture myself blessed with love
Away from the towers and rusts
Back home in huts and on red soils
Savannah nights experienced daily,
Freely, and
brightly
The Only Answer
Did you enjoy your time there?
Every moment spent wallowing
Fighting without a thread of control
Trying to find any shed of light
Even when you looked within
Nothing there
Ghost!
All that self-mastery left empty
Only finding out the hole had more space
Realizing at that dreadful time
Prayer was all your broken soul ever needed
Special Moments
Very rare,
the light shines
from the outside
Even rarer,
when the outside remains
through the barbed wire
When the heat rages
I quickly change my tone
to adapt and survive
my skin I keep the same
Black! All year round
Belly of the Beast
African tales painted into motion canvasses
Black, red and bleak
Poverty, war and famine: usual suspects
all compacted into one long stretched out scene
Though,
I must yarn these swing reels
all ring out: hollow vessels
When surrounding a table,
under moonlit nights,
crime acts commenced
greedy monkeys and neck stretching ostriches sit and devise: revising.
Plans; schemes of
dividing the people’s wealth
hiding the people’s future
wringing puppets for decorated leaders
deep pockets, devil smiles:
going far beyond yonder
Their eyes full and brim with deceit
All staged, perfectly primed for a proper western lens
Though, somehow always missed by the Favreau’s
Yes, I gats yarn
Man must yarn
The world has moved, the jungle too
Black suited, the lions still roam and rule: white teeth glaring, baring
The world has picked up pace, the jungle also
Yet, we of the Africa lands are trapped,
held hostage to only show side-face: our death first
forthcoming dreams // shakara time
And at that stricken time
when the peace hour strikes soul
cold chills of winter long gone
blocked river pores shedding out water
birds of deep blue spring now awakened
I pray then, I recollect my sky bound thoughts;
my dreams of making it in America: accomplished
Wen dust don comot
Person gats see well well
I mean wen person body don free
Free from casala, ah last
Why den i no go shakara?
Abeg tell me why?
Tell me why man no go flex
Abeg tell me why?
Tell my why man no go shakara
Thinking Out Loud
Another heated day in Babylon’s grip, trapped
Living in a newly created generation: impatient
Birds; programmed; hidden, parading the middle-eastern skies, hunting
Tower tips still reaching up high, God vexing
Oxygen circulated, stagnant in dense smoky air: toxicity
Plants replacing, chemical mass murdering: stomach lynching
Stress filled disease spread, screen-coated as breaking news; shortened memory
Mechanical sounds screeching down below, disorderly
Dollar emoji’s stamped on flicking hands; vanity feeding
Truth, sweetly twisted into diamond fantasies, man-made blasphemy
I, swamped,
amidst these genocide happenings, skin deep battles
I, just another
Bini skinned man, walking,
freedom searching, motherland tunes singing
I, just another
sun touched man
thinking out loud in Babylon’s gaze; uncannily
SIMPLE WORLD 