THE HOXDITCH
In tears I am looking at the ponentLove has hurt the committed proponentA blank wall has twisted my component My heart you took leaving me
I OWE THE CLOCK
In specific cogitations I owe the clockThe heart to keep moving as a quailTo tear out the pain in the wedlock My patience can’t
MEMORIES OF MY ROOT 1
Subscribing to her memories takes a wide, Chain of good morals she had set to guide, our growth and development to the light, That set
52 Avenues
Fifty two avenues Ring low that solemn sound. You grab me, when I sneeze Like a bad, stew-peed hound. I won’t be scared to soar
THE SEAT 💺 OF MADNESS
In every election spellIt is about tribal smellTyranny of numbers is our political natureUnity is at risk of abrupt ruptureDuring contestation of this seat ?Is
SHOWING OFF IS BEING UNREAL
Sorry to the cloutopreneurs Showing off isn’t my natureShowing off is a diseaseShowing off enhancesUnnecessary pressureI’m better off in privacyI’m baffled by secrecyBut affection I’ll
WHAT SHALL I SAY?
What shall I say?I want to keep the samehappiness on anybody without shameI know my skin colour isn’t forbiddenin heaven though they want to see
EXISTENTIAL PAIN WE MUST EASE
I am writing this textMoreover in this context To inform you that my nextstep is to ignite a talkA talk to change our walkAnd not
SUBLIMED ADVICE
Sublimed advice “I’m incognito,” I said to myself after being informed by my father that I won’t watch my favourite programme on television that night,
THE YEAR’S TAP OF IMAGINATION
ImagineA soldier without weaponsA poet without wordsA nation without securityA writer without hands ThenYou’ll know the meaning ofimprovise ImagineVitamins without fruitsAnd vegetablesProteins without “meat”And blessed
