There is no place as better as home
not even heaven is as better as home
He strolled aimlessly in the streets of Amsterdam,
deep in reverie and gnashing his teeth.
Here, he had come for greener pastures
and gold,he had hoarded.
He lives in affluence, in destitude of nothing.
But lurking somewhere in his heart is a longing,
a longing that cannot be satisfied there,
A longing for home.
To yaounde because of an obligation
that is important for my education,
I embarked.
Everything cruises well for me but for one thing;
A longing for home.
A home is a haven more that heaven
She is the mother to all orphans
a place to relieve you of your solitude
it is an antidote to loneliness and homesickness
On several occasions, from Amsterdam he had called,
calling to tell me of his one unhappiness.
‘MICHAEL, I MISS HOME’
So really, there is no place as better as home,
NOT EVEN HEAVEN
Categories:
yaounde, emotions, family, home,
Form: Narrative
I tried hard to eclipse you from my mind
When you claimed I disgrace manhood you find
In someone else so different from my kind.
I wondered what you meant not to have seen
In me after I had entered the scene
Which you had not wished it there to have been.
I swallowed the insult for fault was mine
To have loved before I could take a fine
Look with clearer eyes not as red as wine.
I wined down the disgrace and drew the screen
Hoping to let the luster of your sheen
Evade my heart that none else can keep keen.
Try as I would I hardly could resign
From your chaste breast where all my thoughts design
An oval throne Cupid’s arrows refine.
Thus I come begging you now not to wean
Me so soon from your milk of love I mean
To savour forever and not go lean.
Cuddle me dear love in your gentle care
Since in you I find a lone gem so rare.
Yaounde, 05/03/08
Categories:
yaounde, love, love, me,
Form: Terza Rima
My sweetest dream has always been to be
Lying by you as calm as love can be.
Love can be so calm when by me you lie
And prove truly you dread to hear a lie.
A lie cannot be heard if you can tell
The truth of past secrets I cannot tell.
Secrets I cannot tell because you did
Not care to know how much for you I did.
I did for you all silence does for love
In hope and prayer that you be my love.
My love so hailed in sanctity of heart
Now speaks out loud to woo your sublime heart.
Your sublime heart once strained to seek redress
I opt to spend ink and blood to redress.
To redress such strains binds me to be chaste
And plain to you who needs one who is chaste.
Be chaste my Love that I may find no fault
In you to coax me defile my pure fault.
My pure fault is just selfish ends in dream
To lie by your calm as my sweetest dream.
Yaounde, 06/03/08
Categories:
yaounde, love, me, dream, prayer,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
I heard a cry,
A lad of four bled
After having quenched
Her Dad's libidinal thirst
I saw the door open,
Brother and sister walked out,
Adam's forbidden apple having been eaten
As instructed in the blood-house of money
In New York I heard a cry,
Woman was on woman
While man and man got glowed
In the vastness of democracy and human rights
From Yaounde down to Abuja,
I saw exposed human breasts, stomachs
And laps in clothes made for whores
In lands where emancipation is madness
By 2035 while Camkingdom rises to shine,
Breasts shall hang out, our Mums shall go naked,
Eliminating unborns as ordained in Macputu... We are beasts on two legs!
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
Categories:
yaounde, christian, christmas,
Form: Blank verse