A year and a half.
I can say I couldn't wait to go there.
but that would be lying.
I know everyone there probably forgot about me now
just like I forgot about them.
But i returned to the tortorous hear of the city,
saw the grey there,
and thought "Maybe it won't be so bad"
Funny, how it's the dullness of the city
that made me think so.
Walk me down these nostalgic streets
And laugh and make me wander
Make me feel the bliss that dwells in me
Before it tears asunder
For I have seen you often whilst passing by
These shops and bicycles and walls
I have sensed you in this rising smoke of
Restaurants and cigarettes and squalls
For even in these quieted nights
When my thoughts are left untold
I begin to bespeak your calming presence
In the words of my every ode
I begin to delude and question time,
Which in these false timepieces warps
I begin to rest my body in utter oblivion
As if it were a floating corpse
And every morning I awake subdued,
My feelings and thoughts misplaced
For even my coffee bears in its brew
Your bitter aftertaste
ALAKPLE
From the borders of Ketu, here I stand
I command you, my stranger
Go far, far beyond the land of Keta
Cross the lagoon, Nonobe, Awalifi and Ledzor
Beyond, there is an abode
A giant piece stuck among the lot of six villages
It's Alakple, the pacesetter
Taste my offer
All what you think, you heard, you wish
If not convinced, come tomorrow
I have a big place, a comfort on a straw mats: I promise
For all who wish to know me
Alakple, icons of forgotten heroes
Home of Nyigbla, home of Kotoka
I boast not but call thee mine
Nearer to my bossom, I call my children
Where I quest you crave, yakayake and tillapia chowder
One thing, marvels
Just a lot about me not known
That had clouded your mind as fallacies
"A village beyond the lagoon"
But....
Whatever, whenever to thee, I shall return
Mother, my land, Alakple
From ten years absence, please call me back.
A precious pearl
In our family garden
A very rare diamond
In the pillar of our of our heritage
Pride of its nation
When the sun rise on the horizon
Beauty without a season
This jewellery light up in a song
Eternal jewellery of my life
The reason for my inclination
Bring me to my country
Bring me to the nature
Where I can smell the perfume of the cinnamon
And drink a cup citronelle tea
Jewellery of my life
Jewellery of my desire
A nation multi-colour
With ambiance of the rainbow
In the sky
Bring me to the rare diamond
Where the world doesn't really know
England lies along the shores where constant waves roll in.
It's a place that beckons me back, though I have never been.
A longing tares inside of me that chokes my very soul
and the little taverns beckon me to return to days of old.
I inhale the cut grass blades that I've never laid upon,
and soon I must go home or I know I can't go on.
I miss hillsides through the palace and way far beyond
I want my beloved England for it's there I've made my bond.
Winter fires keep me warm through chimney's disrepair,
I long for spring to walk again, among the gardens there.
I miss my beloved England as much as I miss you,
Let's always "keep in touch" with this special Déjà vu
In Sahara
It is a fervent wish
To think that the sun;
Should make a confrere of me,
In a quest to make substance out of man,
I war it through
Your hot red face;
To fulfill the desire of growth,
This is where my heart
Beckons me to stay,
Where the world is extreme
And passing pacific principalities;
Finds faces with friends,
Let me be close to sun
And her waste places,
The dust, the dunes and the dandelions,
The sombre date palms
And the streaming dongoyaros,
Where the gathering storm roar
And gives voice to
The melody of hope,
Where I am assured the sun will rise.
What's the need of a resolution?
In life's solution
Always changes but compliments rotation
As I look around the location
I feel a sense of upliftment...
This is my home, gives me protection
They say it's full of corruption
But everyday is a new edition
Somethin' new, always happenin'
Like township music rocks, jammin'...
The feelin' I get when I walk the street
Makes me feel collected
Brings back the sensation
That triggers the vibration
And plants a seed of inspiration...
For my dreams, I envision
And there is no confusion...
That I'm back
And I'm proud to be Namibian!
.
I stood above the bottomless hole
A little way from the brim
And saw its waters, menacing, cold
Blue too when sun was dim
Away behind the Orange Grove church
Where rocks give way to swamp
A power silent at me did lurch
My sweating hands very cramp
I struggled to look away from it
The water's blue seduction
The presence of an awesome spirit
Pulling me for destruction
My father warned me I should not go
Let curiosity dry
But stories I heard tugged at me so
Father's wish I did defy
For I am Maroon too like them all
Like Reddicas who dived in
Left in spring and stayed until the fall
Grand uncle forgive my sin
For the lore told of you like sweet tropes
Each myth your legend more swell
Great seer, I bring my heart and its hopes
To learn the place where you dwell
But all I saw was picture of sky
And a blue malignant eye
A silence where no winds ever sigh
And sudden awe - I could die
They said I should hear the sea's deep call
Or the earth's belly yearning
Feel, but all there was my fear to fall
And blue hole without meaning
School on a hill
Citadel above the slum and squalor
Prepare me still
To meet the worst with my best endeavor
Teach me again
The way the soil may bind the rain
And sugarcane
To yield abundantly, a sweeter gain.
I recall now
With pride, your science and splendour
The heavy plough
Making waves for corn, like ships in the harbor
And the friendships there
And the raucous hearts of young men dreaming
Of lissome maidens fair
And ever and ever the babel of learning.
There beside you
Sufferer's heights, and there below all
Central Village, and my Jew
And how I was a shadow midst your hall
Till days long task were done
Till jasmine winds tame evening sun
Till she smiled at the door
And happiness promised forevermore
O school, my school
I wished you had taught me then
The strange ways desire bend
The heart of men, and love's fickle path
You could have spared time's wrath
For wasted dreams when talent breaks
The ladder of success, and sorrow rakes
The forgotten years
With love's forlorn tears.
Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light
What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright
I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky
Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh
In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all
Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall
Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries
Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye
Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs
Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth
The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race
From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place
My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived
Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive
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I love my feet they are the best,
To take me on untraveled paths.
They tramp along with little rest,
Until I’m panting shallow breaths.
Making tracks across the countryside,
They lead the way while I just follow.
Not content with trucks or cars to ride,
They walk until my legs become as Jell-O.
It’s my feet that often guides the way,
And leaves me tired and well expended.
Then, it’s not always nice the words I say,
When the day of rambling trails has ended.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my feet,
They lead me out in early morning sunrise.
It’s because of them that I and nature meet,
And while they touch the earth, my spirit flies.
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Unknown to me these people in this room
Attempted murders, drug dealers and thieves, is what I presume...
I have never known to have such fear,
and being in this predicament is rather *****.
God has always been so lenient with his heart
But this last crime, I think I lit his anger with a spark
My thoughts in conference confirmed, I was being greedy
Now I'm stuck in a confinement for the meek and needy
Fear has settled deep inside my chest
Cut up women screams her mind to rest
I ask the corrections: "How much longer, 'till I'm spared?"
He walks away, for my voice just wasn't glared
Please I whisper, as my hopes fill up with doubt
He just stares at me then yells: "LIGHTS OUT!!"
Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.
Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.
This quatrain was inspired by Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'
If i was born a crayon
My colour would run its length
It would be of Saltire Blue
My countries colour gives me strength
We are the colour of the sky
It looks down on you and me
Its the colour of our flag
That flies the pride in me
If i was born a crayon
It would always be coloured blue
Just look to my veins
Blue runs through me true
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
From glade to glade from every fruited tree
Where birds feast piping delicious melodies
My sunny tropic land and Flanker's sunny leas
The sugarcanes have tasseled and bright now
The poinciana blooms, Solomon feeds his sow
Broady comes with fish stringed from his early
Hunt and forage of the sea, and you call for me
And Ducky too, perhaps, run o'er Dredge sands
The conch shell by the pink tongue in his hands
And Buffat kinder logs still with puffs of blue smoke
And me you call with burning eyes, and choke
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
Where the white waves crash as horses glee
Hot dumplings fried with codfish for early tea
I ride the reckless winds of reckless memory.
Before me now the open stretch, saddle dream
And let me ride, for Jamaica in her sunshine gleam
Away the stress of morning news, and new bills
Every day, I come, I come, O green green hills.
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