Sated Hunger

I was asked to write about a kiss as an assignment. I'd allow you exercise your rights as a reader to think and fantasize about this being about me. But you know as writers, we live in a world of illusions and make believe... happy kissing reading.

The Other Side of November

I am writing this post from a happy place. This is probably the only post about myself that is true.  Yes...I know, I tell small "untruths" to make your eyes remain glued to this space. Blame it on blogging :p
 I am was an engineer, it seems like just only yesterday I handed my resignation letter to the management . (sorry mail). I forget we have lost the art of writing on paper.

"I hereby notify you of my resignation as an RF Engineer"...blah blah.

"What! Why! How come! Where are you going to" were the responses I got after I'd  sent the harmless mail that took forever to compose and then another eternity to click the send button . To say I didn't have mixed feelings is to say I take my bath with clothes on.hehe

Rush Hour Traffic

Bodies pressed closely yet none is aroused
Curses gain freedom, as though once chained to the tongue
Melodies of un harmonious sounds fill the air
For order has been temporarily laid to rest

Time becomes the elusive enemy
Music is addressed as a companion
Thoughts don the cloak of distraction
As the eyes rove like an all knowing seer

Not all shall make it to the finish line
Some cars  will be carried on a stretcher
Others will say its last prayer
This race is only for the hardened

Outcry of a Black African

Where lies the paved road of yester year
Where goes the beaten path of hero's footsteps
Accompanied by the cry of warfare
"Woe to them who denied us our fair share"

Tin, groundnut, palm oil, they looted
Not satisfied, our men they forcibly recruited
Leaving our land, empty and cheap
While the price for humanity is unduly steep

Herein lies the frail trail of hope
Crushed and wounded by the unrepentant yoke
We wear as garbs, poking till we choke
For we fail to toil for the dreams of here after

Smile

Clothed in a blanket of warmth, it blossoms
Wrapped in the cocoon of care, it glows
Boundaries blur with just a glimpse
Worries leave in a flurry... by any means
To be gifted with this token
Is to bathe in the light..unspoken

Comfort is what it brings
Thoughts are still, hate carry no stings
Words are slave to its power
Turns the frown upside... it's no wonder
To be gifted with this token
Is to know peace amidst a storm... Softspoken

Ba..Baa..Black Sheep, Have you any heart!

What we take in strides in the name of kindred.

What we suffer for the sake of the glass house.

How we bleed on the inside to live in fool's paradise.

-Aizojie Nancy

Artifice and Pawns

Thud...Thud
Sound of soles against concrete echoes
Eerie cloak slung over  gaunt body
Mugshot eyes seeking his victims out
Wanting a lung-full of breath

"For he knows, they will come in droves"

He waits calmly
By the corner, he tosses the bait
Wealth,riches and fame
One by one they came
Only to see their life pass fleetingly

"For on their hearts, he threw the darts"

On their dying lips, they cry
Pray tell,why me
Never a telling sign, the weak succumb
Into the dark deary bottom
Never to rise, never to live to tell

"As though they never knew, life is but a spell"

Thud..Thu..Th...sounds fades,
Slinking into the shadow
To rise and set out on the morrow
As he knows..life is but a spell
Waiting on them whose soul will sell

Fifty Shades of Beauty

"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art"
 Rudolph Waldo Emerson

Some would be loath to agree with the above saying, so I'd allow them sit on their side of the fence. but if you are on my side...hold on! I've got no side. hehehe
What is beauty?, how should it be described, to what unit can it be quantified?. Raising such question is akin to emptying an ocean, what with the many school of thoughts, religious views and alas! our own opinion.  There are two sides to a coin, so it would suffice to say at this juncture that there are varying shades of /to beauty. But you know me, ever ready to deal. So here is my version.

Mr. President

Mr. President

The seat is for one who can wield power
Not for him whose spine is hunched
For one who wouldn't tarry
Whose voice, the wind shall carry

Mr. President

The totem is for one who wouldn't be cowed
Who needn't hesitate
Who need not negotiate
With either warlords or hoodlums

Mr. President

The title is for one deserving
Who had shoes and clothes
Befitting of royalty,draped in gold
Whose deeds, many shall be told

Tortured

Fiery anger let loose
Tears of bitter anguish seeps through

Torches lit yet darkness is at ease
Wading through and feeding off our misery

When shall it be gone
For our hearts can't bleed no more