His name is Momoh Kamara
a brilliant mind, fresh from school
confident, driven
his future packed in a folder and a dream.
But they didn’t see that.
They saw Themne.
They saw North.
And whispered spy, problem, glitch.
“Wait for our call,” they said.
So Momoh waited
days grow into to months
hope rusted in the silence.
Four years, four heavy years
he chased a future that kept retreating
not because he wasn’t worthy
but because of where he came from
because of who they decided he was.
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Over square miles a unique surgeon
In the West African sub-region:
Clearly,the tower in their region;
Names of the other knives in dungeon...
"Daddy,will I ever be like John
Now and again in Germany's Bonn ?"
But surgeon is facing religion
And religion: "I'll defeat you, John:
For you,surely,coming with legion,
Which shall never fail to you bludgeon"
It's surgery for delivery
To The Church's Christ's needless mockery.
drowsy polar bears
yawn in glacial snow-rimmed den…
arctic storm alert
Date posted ; 11th of December 2022
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The essences of beauty
This admiration
her walk her appearance
a stunning performance
of perfection
She walked timely to
the grooves basset riffs
Making the most caring of
men stop to watch her
One fella called her the
shamanistic Satan
Her body made men
want to know her story
One on looker grabbed
his bass and riffed
Mocking her walk
The other grabbed his
guitar and whispered
the treble
Grooving until she
Stood before them
She pulled up her skirt
in and kicked off her
heels and danced
In front of her
Shiney new car
Grooving
Moving
Dancing
A
Sensual dance
Ooh wee
We circled the wagon
and watched
nether region pulse
intoxicates me dizzy ~
please ignore your phone
If it was just you and me in a silent shade
When no one else on earth could hear
Every flutter of its wings the soul made,
Without a stain, no pain to linger there.
Deep down in the core of consciousness,
Something divine begins a new creation.
With a world of dreams and eternal bliss,
For a while, it will be our only consolation.
Our faith will make this eternity happy,
In the joyful presence of hope and peace.
Just beyond the region attired with beauty,
Love remains the unmovable invisible force.
Transcendent infinite flavours of heaven
Into the silent shade where wishes are given.
While crossing the border of the eastern region
For some earning and some worldly reason
He stumbled over the invisible wall of hard stone
Neither he entered nor a word did he utter when
His muscles fought against uttering
As the soldiers of rounding border
Spend sleepless night and day standing
With open weapons and heavy gun-powder;
Neither he earned anything nor at home did he return
That was the journey of his last going
The last cry his mother cried for the son
Died in the vessel on the huge water of ocean,
He was the only bud but failed to bloom
And the plant did nothing but dried to doom.
My very first kiss sent me flying to the moon
Even remember the date, 'twas the 20th of June
My head exploded
With joy I was loaded
As my lower region swelled up like a ballon
lost in own region
died in unborn calyxes
flower is not known
no one can pave to
where's no way to go ahead
ended in itself
Sheol is of land
eternity's space behind
soul's of own region
How many ways I can say I love the York Region and 22 Division Police. A desire that
burns like fire in one's bussom or thirst that cannot be quenched or hunger that
cannot be satisfied or passion that keep on folding into zillion folds, and still
unfolding or a love that is the covering of tranquilly of the heart or love that put you
at ease- an utopia of my loving heart. These are a few of the ways I can say that I
love you all- a love that is multiplying each and everyday. Today, I love you more
than yesterday, and tomorrow I will love you more than today.
Thirsty shadow crawls,
While the tree reaches for rain;
Earth cracks from the drought.
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