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Don'T Ignore the Neck

DON’T IGNORE THE NECK
One may not have in mind that 
As we struggle to create convenient ways of survival in comfort
We are stabbing our lives from behind;
We pursue riches and neglect our nature. 
We concentrate on our mind and heart desires at the detriment of our neck. 
Our small neck, half in width the size of our waist. 
We forget that without the neck the head has no stand for a living; 
Our heads without which we don’t have to say we are because we are no more. 
Our heart we follow ceases without the head, 
Yet we follow the heart desires and do harm to the neck that holds the neck. 
Our riches are just for a moment yet we strive to even die for it. 
Our neck is a major survival element we neglect as we neglect our environment and nature. 
Our neck is our natural resources. 
Our heart can have a transplant
And even our lungs. 
If so, we need a technology for a neck transplant. 
I feel you might have not thought about it. 
If even you have, there has been no attention but reasons meant for defenses. 
If we have not, then the time is now; let us replenish our land, rivers, sea, air, 
Forest and its inhabitants from extinction, 
And our Green fields covered with unperishable plastic polarization. 
Save nature, plant a tree today, put that filth in the dustbin to be recycled
Stop pollution to save the air
Dissolve unscrupulous mining groups to save our land and rivers.

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Unwelcome Coronavirus

UNWELCOME CORONAVIRUS
At a blow of the wind from nowhere no one knows
Into the realm of the unprepared spices that knows,
With supremacy in technology, medicine, research and economy
You have come to create a spot of vacuum in the economy
Dismantling social interactions and halting economic flight
Our strength accumulated as at now cannot fight
The strength of your tiny giant uproar
Defeating the Goliath and having no mercy on the poor

Defends of the boarders no longer hold
Permeating the protocol with ease, you are bold
The untouchable and unreachable embrace you unnoticed
And your crown still holds as ancient kings practiced
Changing the subject of the day and year with flaming fear
Predictions pinned to wishes and despair
Budgets are left on the shelves
You have taken over the world in your hives 

The crowned virus launched its missile in 2019
Landed in 2020 with its name COVID-19
Silent were both the launch and landing
We were not aware of the huge landing
But the fumes emanating spread flammable fears
Pushing the adventurer into confinement in tears
Announcing its pandemic status escalates the panics
And now we isolate instead of mounting picnics

This is a war where man is not fighting man
As it were in I and II Wars which were man to man
Here men in unison is fighting an indispensable enemy
The whole world has now got to be one family
But our weapons are not formed yet to fight and gain independence
From mighty coronavirus colonizing the entire world dependence
Our hands and lips are tied, food factory switched to sanitizer production
Our quarantine refugee camps are already filled with little hope of numerical reduction

I pray, I pray! Oh Lord, I pray with much lust
That as moon and stars, Ebola and SARS appear and disappear
So shall horrific COVID-19 come to dim and demises without repair
Though at boiling point now spreading at jaguar speed rate
It shall never get humanity to evaporate
Where we shall all melt into thin air, which shall never be
Oh Lord God, I pray never shall it be.

We shall overcome!

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Christmas

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!
The happy birth mass for Christ’s sake season is here
We amass ourselves in the cold with our crowns
Bestowed on us by the holy birth of Jesus Christ
We celebrate the gift God gave for our sake
For His gift of immortality, God gave Christ for our eternal life
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!
The weather is cold everywhere
Pointing to the chills everywhere	
Over here, the dry wind blows
Air filled with dry dusty hot chilled wind blows
Hardening the ankles and lips to crack
While in the night cold swallows the heat from the track
By the fireside storytelling and roasting of ‘brodidwo’ (plantain) becomes a necessity
The season calls to unite us around the fire and the Christmas tree
While the fire gives use warmth, we celebrate the bread of life’s birth
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Afehyia pa oooo!

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!
The weather is cold everywhere
Pointing to the chills everywhere
Over there, the snowy wind blows
Air filled with snowy-ice chilled wind blows
Hardening the waters that now and then crack	
While in the night cold swallows the fun from the track 
The woolen jackets with red and white fur becomes a necessity
Not just for the sake of their decorative beauty
The season calls to unite us around the chimney and the Christmas tree
While the fire and jacket give warmth, we celebrate the bread of life’s birth 
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, season’s greetings oooo!

The weather is cold everywhere
Pointing to the chills everywhere
Everywhere harvest time is over
Yet the best of meals are shared at dinner and the rest handed over
To friends, families and foes

Wishing you Merry Christmas; Season’s greetings,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
Do you have Christ, the gift of eternal life?
If you don’t the gift is born for you this day
Wish anyone in sight Merry Christmas with your gift box in hand now or on Boxing Day.
As God gave His only one child, and all who accepts this Gift becomes children of God
The gift you give multiplies not from the receiver but from the creator of Kalmar.
To fill your ban abundantly in the days ahead of you in diverse ways
Throw away your sinful ways, 
Engross Christ in you this Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
Season’s greetings! Afehyia pa oooo!!!

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Rain

RAIN
Little drops of water in chain like beads
Fall from the skies above to the lands
As they fall on me then on others
I’m in mind finding to create boarders
To keep the rains’ blessing within my confines
Then I’ll stand out to be the best and out of poverty lines

For how should the rocks receive the rain?
It has no use for water not to talk of rain
Then to think of the sea
For it has more than necessary as we can see
And the others who are always by the streams
For they have all the waters to fulfil their dreams

Suddenly, I was touched by the creator of rain
I realized with sudden pitch of pain
I am a greedy fellow
For the rain is for all; above and below

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If I Were Not Born

IF I WERE NOT BORN
This world is very tough to live in 
People left this place in pain, yet others come in
By no choice of theirs, they enter here innocent and unprepared
To face the lot of situations yet to be repaired
Who are you to question or refuse this entry?
If I knew, I would have given it a try.
For so did I come to meet this worrisome situations
Unpredictable, crude, unfair-world filled with discriminations.

If I were not to be born,
I would have been safe in the realm of the unknown.
The violence, corruption, greed, hatred, murder, robbery, back-biting, disaster …
For these and more, death is no more a sorrow to the dead brother or sister
For the dead's pain is washed away by their absence
And it’s only we the living who have sorrows of their absence. 

I would have been glad, if I were not born,
Troubles come and remain awaiting others to be born
Fleeting on earth like the worm on sand in a sunny day
I consume and borrow before I get my pay
Struggling has not helped much, prayer only enhances hope
I, most at times, feel I should opt for the loop-rope!

I crack the shell with my bare teeth for someone else to chew the sweet nut
Sequence of troubling scenes and acts that rumble my gut
Tears are the dews in the favored morning I witness
The sweat of the day and the empty dinner table are epitome of nothingness!
If I were not born to meet this unfair stage
I wouldn’t have had this worry and pain as I print on this page.

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Flower of Life

That seed from the sperm
Germinates from the soil of the womb in its term
Till time is up, the seed remains calm and fragile
The nurturing and maturing outburst it into stem and leaves so fragile
In innocence and cry, springs the young to this unknown mystery
At that point or even before, the choice is not in your hands in the disarray

In this disarray, if the young plant is favored, the leaves groom greener
With the strong stem upheld by the sperm provider
And feeding from a root source of the womb bearer
If fortunate, the youth now needs to make use of the serene condition to shoot flower
Here the plant needs to put up much of effort to utilize the opportunity
Unfortunate plants are like plantain sucker planted by the wayside
Which due to wear and tear never prospers and dies in wretchedness
Or bare flowers that are soon blown away by the windy wayward winds 
For its fruits, forget it!

Fortunate are the plants that shut out flowers
So beautiful and colourful with the wish of lasting forever 
That questionable matter of long struggling to understand eternity
Oh eternity our wishful partner but enemy with that shroud of darkness over you
The beauty of flower soon fades and browns if not blown away
The flower with no beauty, sweet scent and exposer
No bee will fed it with pollens;
The pollens that when received begins the success journey
Fading and browning till it generates fruits
Like caterpillar processing into a butterfly
The flower has to shrink into a dark pupa
Then the flower flourishes into its fruit
The fruit is what beholds the plant
The beauty of the flower is long gone
As the fruit surfaces
If the fruit is sour or bitter
With no benefit of even quenching a thirst 
The beauty and the resilience of the flower cannot be remembered
The flower that bore good fruit will forever be remembered
And here eternity becomes a partner indeed
For the flower is captured in the archives,
No matter how ugly the flower looked.

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Things Can Never Be Better

They talk so much but do little
Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do
When we used to walk distances on daily routine
It was enough to say things can be made better	
Horses, bicycles and carts saved the bare-footed walks
But oh, it takes so much a time and still exhorts our energy on sunny days
Then the cars came with roofs, comfort of the seating, air conditioning, radio and all…
What else do we need?
Look!
The road is too bad for our commuting with the cars,
We need better roads.
The road, when graded to eliminate the pot-holes and straightened;
The road has taken part of my piece of land,
The road makers destroyed part of my property,
The road is too dusty that we get dirty and sick after commuting,
The houses close by are living in a hell of dust. 
A well asphalted motor way would have been the best.

This newly constructed asphalt road is killing commuters and pedestrians due to over-speeding
The speed rumps will do us some good.
This speed rumps are so many; 
Delays the smooth running, and our waist pains after our journey.

The lantern is too smoky and gives us catarrh and even the kerosene is scarce.
We hate this ‘dum-sor’ with this electricity that has spoilt us.
One can apparently do nothing when the lights are out;
Not even to cook.
There is no ‘light-outs’ now but the electricity bills are becoming unbecoming;
In fact, it is too much so they have to do something about it.

This flooding has become per annual event in our cities,
Can’t we get any of them to turn things around?
They now want to deny us even where we stay,
They have collapsed some nice expensive building just to create a gutter, oh!
Even you are not save as you walk on the streets,
A man was arrested for just throwing a small polythene on the street,
And a woman with a baby at her back who threw pampers into the gutter…

We have no jobs but have schooled all these while.
Youth Employment is here for you,
You expect a graduate to plant vegetables or work for Zoomlion?
Or be a bead-weaver?

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Friends

FRIENDS
Friends are like fruits
We need them for our health and nourishment
We need them at all times.
When a fruit is unripe, its existence only gives hope and curiosity:
Hope that one day it will ripe for our consumption,
Curiosity of how it will taste when it is ripe. 
Or is there anything to interrupt the process of growth and ripping?

Never give up your friends,
Put round them ashes from the heathen to scare away the ants
The ants that come along with the infections to rot the fruit before it ripens.
You may need one tomorrow to lean on
When there is loneliness and despair,
Troubles and anxiety, it’s a friend who shoulders your comfort.

It’s a friend who will heal you
From wounds of trouble and scares of disappointments
Through love, care and sharing.
Make a good friend today
And keep to your friend steadfastly and steadily
Before there comes a time you may need one badly.

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I Am Black

I am black
Dark black in my skin
I have never thought of changing it
Or improving it in their eyes-
They that named me as a beast
They that maltreated me with their minds
They that enslaved, and hated me with all the books they know
I am still black.

I am black
Dark black is my skin
Black beauty is truly natural
They that said black is all bad
I have never hated my black skin
Mix all the colours of the rainbow
The colour you find is black
But as I was preaching black beauty
I heard my own dark black brother say,
“Black man with black sense”
Oh what a pity…
I had to cry.

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Music

MUSIC
I hear in my ear drum
The regular pattern of a drum
The tin-tin of the strings
And the voice that says things
Of amusement and love 
That inspire me to love
The aesthetics of nature
That inspire me for the future