~ Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe;
A professional copyist I shall;
My duties theologian, a jurist,
May I verse hardcopy speaks life?
What you say, you speak life too;
A scribe in term, inspired words;
Gleaning those of Father’s lessons;
You have learned, inspirational;
I be your journalist scribe transpose record ;
That of what’s in the inside out;
~ In the name of Jesus Christ;
Be your personal, clerk, transcriber;
Your amanuensis, recorder;
You’re in season record-keeper;
May I be your personal professional theologian?
Penman jurist documenting mallam, Hallelujah and Amen!
Scribe recording dictated you and Our Father’s verse;
History present tense impressions, for now and always;
I am your journalist Scribe;
-------I shall be your Scribe;
9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
mallam, analogy, appreciation, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
Did you call me a fool because I look like a saint?
Did you look at me like a bachelor because I look ill?
Did you call me a mallam because I am black?
What did you call me this afternoon?
What do you suppose to call me when the sun rises?
What do you suppose to call me when the sun set?
Did you call me a lizard because I have no hair?
Did you call me Don Jazzy because I sing?
Did you call me a rat because I live in the church?
What did you just call me now in the midst of the audience?
What do you think I love to be called?
Did you call me for food or for play?
Did you have the eyes to watch the one you called?
I have you in my palm to reward your voices,
Listen carefully to the voiceless man behind the mask
We could recognise the voice that echoes behind if
You didn't open your mouth to call my love.
Did you call me again between the river Nkporo?
I was advice not to aswer when someone called.
Categories:
mallam, america, art,
Form: Free verse
Did you call me a fool because I look like a saint?
Did you look at me like a bachelor because I look ill?
Did you call me a mallam because I am black?
What did you call me this afternoon?
What do you suppose to call me when the sun rises?
What do you suppose to call me when the sun set?
Did you call me a lizard because I have no hair?
Did you call me Don Jazzy because I sing?
Did you call me a rat because I live in the church?
What did you just call me now in the midst of the audience?
What do you think I love to be called?
Did you call me for food or for play?
Did you have the eyes to watch the one you called?
I have you in my palm to reward your voices,
Listen carefully to the voiceless man behind the mask
We could recognise the voice that echoes behind if
You didn't open your mouth to call my love.
Did you call me again between the river Nkporo?
I was advice not to aswer when someone called.
Categories:
mallam, art,
Form: Free verse
TRIBUTE TO OUR MISS’
For:
No soul have you wronged
But:
Your hope has been roped with offence
For:
Your brain has been thinking of the rain, that would water your grain
But:
Now, your home has been drained and replaced with pain
For:
Your face was laced with gaze of race of fame
But:
Now replaced with fear and tear
For:
Mallam want you in dar’ salaam,
Aboki want you in Brooklyn
Umul want you in Umuahia
But:
Now through Sambisa
You are no more in sight
It is 365days that you have been dragged out
And our eyes have since swell out
For:
Your vacuum was left out
When air of the new season blew out
Our advice to you, is to try any luck to get out
Even if it is going to be through a FACE-OUT
Categories:
mallam, absence, abuse, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Elegy