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Aluta Continua

Victory! Victory! Victory!
He shouted.
He was optimistic,
But, situation was pessimistic.
He struggle to achieve,
Achievement is far near,
He moved closely, but far.
He tried to accomplish,
Mistakes never allowed.
He ‘dabbled’ and ‘wobbled’.
He fell and stood up. 
He rose and fell.
The road is long and narrow. 
But, he knew, he will succeed. 
He managed to press on.
And when he least expected, 
Victory came, yet aluta continua.

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Crossing the Red Sea

It is water in the ditch making ponds.
It is ponds of water making streams.
It is streams making lakes.
It took lakes of valley to make rivers.
It took mountains of rivers to make seas.
A cross sections of seas springs oceans.

Just like the Atlantic Ocean.
Just like the pacific.
Looking through the Indian Ocean,
through the rivers crossing the Jordan,
a barricade of  boundaries,
between determination and success.

Crossing the Red Sea, 
Is making the Israelites Journey.
Journey to land of Canaan.
Journey to success.
With a walk through the rigors. 
With a long walk to freedom.



Crossing the Red Sea is divine,
crossing to close the path of the enemies.

Just like Pharaoh was plunge into the Red Sea,
crossing to begin a long walk to freedom.
Aided with signs and wonder
Who is your Red Sea?
Cross him.
Cross him.

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Africa

A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…


A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in the Basin, an orange of waters,
the Silver of  Gold Coast.
Africa! A Limpopo in Zambezi.


Wild wild cat mewing on jaro mountains,
climbing the Zuma face,
 and ascending from the Jos-Plateau.


Africa! A sight and sound,
a sound of Saka Zulu,
and a sight of Mandela.
A sound of Mau Mau  song,
and a sight of Jomo Kenyatta.
The voice of Nkrumah,
prompting tying broom sticks together. 
The zikist Movement, 
and the freedom of the child.


Africa! A child once weeping, 
but Ngugi says, ‘Weep Not Child’.  
Once tried,
in ‘the trial of Brother Jero’. 
Once chained,
Kaunda assured, ‘Zambia shall be free’.

Achebe saw ‘Things fall apart’,
observed, ‘The center cannot hold’, 
but, Addis Ababa held the center.



Africa! Chanting a new song,
the song that unchained the chains of Mandela,
replacing the guns with tables and chairs.
A song written in ‘So Long a Letter’,
making brothers sit with brothers,
a song recited while sitting around a table.

A song of reasoning; a song of understanding;
but the last stanza of the song says; 
Not yet Uhuru

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The Flood

Smiling cities, laughing cities.
The flood came, speaking in loud voices.
Rushing and gushing, taking over houses.
Flagrant abusing the law of gravity,
going up not coming down.

The flood, overflowing the banks,
crossing the bridges, 
running over canals,
toping the streams.
The flood came,
a running water.

The flood,
assembles rivers, builds oceans.
A running water, an agent of submerge.
Just like a riverbank, items deposited. 
Who knows what is buried beneath the flood?
Who knows?

Not in a hurry to forget ‘Rita’,
Nor to forget Katrina.
What a tsunami? 
The flood, a volcano of water eruption,
sinking deep in peoples life.

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The Dancing Girl

Grossed in her worry sorry situation.
Not letting her man worry.
She heard life is a dance.
She dance her life out.

Easy worry, she gets worried.
She danced as fast as she can.
To live the rest to live. 
When she danced, the world stood still.

The world saw a restless dancer.
The world saw a woman who never gives up.
The ‘dancermenia’, the dance maestro. 
She danced and danced and danced.


The Dancing Girl,
dancing with shields of hope.
Dancing to win the crowd.
She danced to kill her worry.

She danced her sorrows out.
She danced her worries out.
She got her freedom in dance. 
She got her wisdom while dancing. 

She danced in her happiness.
She danced in her joy.
She danced in her blessing.
And got all she desires.

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A Lonely Heart

A lonely heart


Just like a pin on the floor of a dark room,
Like a single tree in a stretch of a desert,
Like a rabbit in a self contain hole,
Like a bird flying in a dark of the night,
Just like a man in a middle of snow.
Like a boat cruising in a middle of an ocean,

A lonely heart grips fear.
Fear of the unknown; of fear surrounded by self.
Without a companion or a neighbor.

As the heart sunk in the stomach,
the body jumped out of skin.
Landing in a desolate ground.

Just like a triple jumper clawing the ground for hold.
The body crawled to grab a thing.
Touching a box of troubles and a load of worries.
Of new to the lonely heart; of old to the busy heart.

As the lonely heart cries to keep the mind and heart busy.
Fears flow rolling to form an ocean.
As the formed ocean is full of current,
So, it ignites a meeting of splashes.
Splashing deep and above the ocean.
The splash provided a momentum of hope.

As the guest in the heart accumulates,
the heart climbed back into the skin.
Inviting an influx of visitors.

A unity of soul, heart and body,
Uniting heart to heart.
Reuniting soul-to-soul, body-to-body.
Leading man to man.
In no man's land, the battle is the mind and body.

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She Is Mine

Her smiles excites my emotions, 
Her laughter spurs my joy.
She is the joy of my life, the joy of my hope.
In her, my joy knows no bounds.
She trigged my affection with her love.
And her soul travels to meet my heart.
As my heart detonates his adrenaline,
Which flows to ignite love tension?
And spark that radiates light.
Through my heart, i x-rays her feelings for me,
I saw a picture of love, tango with love
Imagine her anatomy, imagine her beauty.
Crossing my path and bamboozle my behaviour.
I am flexible in accommodation and she shelters my hope. 
Because I know, she is mine.

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My Star Shines

My head turned up side down.
Shooting sporadically to nowhere, 
and aiming at somewhere.

I shoot a glimpse, 
i thought I hit the target,
but the bullet shattered the air, 
and falling down like fireworks.
No image, no object, no subject. 
I did not lose sight.
My strength ignited a second shot, 
and I got the air.
It touched the sky, 
it touched the star, 
and it touched my soul.

I saw the sky rowdy, 
I saw the star shinning, 
and my soul moving.
I made a step of faith to hold the star. 
Two step forward, one step success.
She beckoned on me, I doubled my step.
Like the man in the moon, 
I floated with oxygen, 
and gathered my strength...
To hold the descending star, 
and hold on to her,
Never to loose her again.

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Don'T Give Up

You may be in a forest of bushes, 
Or a yam a plantation,
You may be in middle of nowhere. 
May be as helpless as an antelope in Lion’s mouth. 
Sometimes seen as an abandon project.

Dried like a smoked fish,
or ashes like a burnt grasses. 
May be looking for a mango in a guava tree,
or farming in a desert region.

May be waiting for a train in a sea port,
or ship in a train station.
You may be in a bus in the middle of air,
or a ship cruising on a tarred road.

You may be falling on a mounting from ocean,
or swimming on a hill top.
You may be seen as walking corpse.
or still, a moving coffin.

Ma be a lonely voice in the wilderness
Or a desert in the wilderness


If you cannot fly, run.
If you cannot run, walk
If you cannot walk, leap.
If you cannot leap, crawl 
Just keep trying; keep moving
 

Don’t give up.
Do not shatter hope
Bite the bullet with your spirit
Bite the bullet with your soul
Bite the bullet with body

Your spirit is not weak.
Your soul did not die.
It pays to be conscious in dieing. 
It pays to scramble life out of death.
If pays to live even dieing.

It pays your soul to activate your spirit.
It pays your spirit to activate your body.
It pays to live life while living.
No one knows tomorrow.

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One Certain Day

Not just like every other day,
One certain day of restoration. 
A certain day of hope.
One certain day of fulfillment.

A certain day of miracles.

Just a certain day.
Jesus turned water to wine. 
Just that certain day, 
the blind saw.
the lame walk, the dumb speak, 
The deaf hears.

A certain day, 
God do the remarkable. 
God releases His word for miracle.
God do certain things for certain people.

A certain day of supernatural conversations.
A certain day of Rhema.
A certain day….
God’s Rhema manifest in real.


He made the little thousand. 
He made the small nation.
He made the little thousand.
He made the small nation.

So…

Be quick to hear His words.
Be quick to search His words.
Be quick to act His words. 
Be quick to come to his sanctuary.

This is because…
It is good to be in His sanctuary,
not in the morgue of mortuary.
And I rather be in a door keeper in His house,
than be a king in the world.

Let him who have ear hear.