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Kissing a Fat Woman

Kissing the lips of a fat woman 
Is delicious like Tania 
It feels like sliding on the slippery floor 
But you only will not fall miserably 

Kissing her cheeks feels like sucking an ice cream 
Hugging a fat woman feels like hugging a mattress 
It feels comfortable like the sofa set 
Hugging her feels like hugging a novel pillow 

Taking her by the hand 
Is not taking the cow by the horn 
It’s as comfortable as the King’s walking stick 
Touching her garment, means you are alive 

After loving a fat woman 
I did not buy an ice cream 
My mattress was no longer comfortable before hugging her 
I had to hug her to add to the comfort of my mattress 

When she is not there 
I am never healed and pass away 
She is my comfort zone 
A day without her; I kick the bucket

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Disability Not Inability

She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither

Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable

Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for her outward look
Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward beauty
They thought she would not conceive

And now they wonder
They ask me, “How did you make it?”
For our son is healthy and sound
Now they know, disability is not inability

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Tears of a Refugee Child

Born into suffering

Born to be malnourished

Born in the bush

Born on the run

Born under the umbrella of poverty

 

Born to be a refugee

Born in the middle of despair

Born in worries

Born in the frightful time

Born with the horrified blood

 

Son of the scream

Daughter of bombs

Sister of landmines

Brother of war tanks

Grandson of affliction

 

Born to see death at infancy

Born to either die or escape death by a nose

Son of the land of chaos

Daughter of the nation of affliction

Born to suckle sorrow

 

Born to be a refugee in his own land

Born to be a refugee in her own land

Born to suffer at infancy

Born to worry of chaos and admire peace which won’t come soon

The tears of a South Sudanese child

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Trump Drum of Triumph

The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north America
O, Horns of America!
Send your messengers across the pacific and be specific
Send waves of excitement for the Republican
U.S President elect---who entranced the long serving mother
The mother of United States who has done enough for the U.S
To stand on HER feet
Tell the world what a drum it is
Should it be a drum of war!
The trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat

Those are tourists at Las Vegas
Watching the Trump towers
Fathoming the towers would reform into a gold mine
A precious gold mine to America and the world
The Americas and the world at large in awe
But agape with an intriguing question
Will the Trump drum of triumph not sell America to the world?
Either, will it not sell the world to America?
Now that Trump needn’t a salary?
Does he have a business plan in his palace behind his unproved humility?
America wonders---the world looks on---hat trick or not!
Let the white house and the black house both keenly watch
The start of this political game
Should he meddle in his belly and ignore America and the world?
The Trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat

What is his say on gay-ism and lesbianism?
Where Barrack Obama was offbeat-ism
The practice that is against God-ism
Which spoils ten thousand American children daily-ism
A man kissing a man-ism
A woman kissing a woman-ism
Abominable act in the world traditional society-ism
How about Illuminati, the god worshipers that are barriers between God and mankind-ism?
Consult Trump’s priest-ism
To burn down all the shrines of Baphomet in Americas-ism
And the National church of bey where our men become unproductive-ism
By sacrificing their manhood-ism
They become infertile for life-ism
Heal the world again dear Trump-ism
Make my county South Sudan a country again-ism
And refrain from God’s wrath-ism
Only then will the Trump drum of triumph-ism
Not be offbeat-ism

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Apple of My Eye

There is only one cherub who guards me, you are. 
There is only one voice which soothes my soul, you are. 
There is only one thought I thought, you are. 
There is only one berry which quenches my thirst with sweet juice, you are. 

There is only one soulmate I have, you are. 
There is only one song I sing, you are. 
There is only one love I cherish, you are. 
There is only one dream I have, you are. 

There is only one mother of my children, you are. 
There is only one guardian angel I have, you are. 
There is only one wife I have married, you are. 
There is only one river of living waters I drink from, you are. 

There is only one happiness I have, you are. 
There is only one companion of all times I have, you are. 
There is only one true friend of all times I have, you are. 
There is only one gladdening source I have, you are. 

There is only one woman I have a frantic search for, you are. 
There is only one lantern burning in my heart and is not extinguished, you are. 
There is only one apple of my eye, you are. 
There is only one light to my feet, you are.

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Void

We                        give
  Death             teeth
      To            bite
             Us

We fail to appreciate 
what                      still             
people                 alive
do   while    they  are 

Remembering
them and want
them back while
Gone for good

Death never pardons us
Death is twice so wicked
     Thank               People
     Before              they die     
     to know           they were
     loved                so much
Show how much you love them
Before they die that our gifts
So that our donation for funeral 
Will not be void and teasing fund

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Catch the Right Worm

(A reply to “The phenomenal woman” by Abul Mayen, “Hope John”)

This breezy morning
I have caught the right worm
Basking on a rock like a lizard
She twirled her waist in her briskly walk
A mile ahead of mature beauty
The in-made beauty perfumed with humanity
I smelled it perfumed---she was over-formed
In the factory of love
Where a phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

I sneezed out her perfume---phenomena
That was wonderfully her name
Phenomena---the phenomenal woman
Her briskly walk scares dust away
Dust which floats like the nose of a dog
As far from the head as paradise from the earth
She attacks the road and captures it
She garners love lessons for her self-control
Eyes as white as Bible pages
Her scriptures made in the proverbs of Solomon
Watch the fool agape---her eyes reddish in the fools’ siege
Misconceiving wisdom from the love factory
Where a phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

Her desires are sandwiched between meekness and pity
Beauty of the sun
Penetrating the ears of my heart
Figurative and appetizing---lush lush like an ice cream
She never sweats in the heat
The ice in her heart can extinguish even an everlasting fire
That’s why wrongdoers bow before her if to take refuge in her heart
And she sends them to be remade
In the love factory
Where phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

She fears creation to not step on an ant
Her clothes woven with respect and compassion
Counterfeited men in the factory of pride
Shy away to not follow her leave alone her heart
Touch her for romance and you have touched the tail of a scorpion
When she asks you, whom do you love?
I thought you knew my jokes is all you say
Because you are unlike poles for she is made
In the factory of love
Where phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

She keeps her smiles and kisses in her heart
She removes her smile for breakfast
Kiss the future breakfast of a phenomenal man
In the factory of realism where real men and women are made
Love grows into a tree of life
To distill out bad from good
In the factory of love
Where phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

Phenomenal men and women are not enticed
Not blindfolded by outward beauty and riches
Spite not theirs
Theirs is kindness---perseverance---tolerance---humility---love of humanity not lust
For in this factory love is transformed into humanity
A tree of no worries
A tree of no more suffering and gender based violence
A tree of no depression and maltreatment
Take a fruit from the tree of equality and be alive
Only found in the factory of love
Where phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

She is courageous like a woodpecker
A courageous bird who thinks
He can cut down the mahogany tree with his beak
Full of doubts whether a phenomenal man exists
She loves her life more than her cloth and lipstick
But phenomenal men will be convinced too that phenomenal women are there
Only when they meet phenomenal women and make ends meet
They enjoy life of no separation
Non-phenomenal men fail to find phenomenal women
For they are easy-goers
They go early to catch a wrong poisonous worm like them
Not knowing the factory of love
Where phenomenal woman is made
Only for a phenomenal man

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Love In the Kitchen


Jacinta was a dainty lady
She sat under the jacaranda shade when lazy
Her lifestyle was quite tricky
Because she was absolutely picky

She was restrained
If from dating she would refrain
She could not abstain
Yet so drained

She sat in the kitchen one afternoon
She had left school at noon
Her boyfriend came soon
While washing dishes in the kitchen and spoons

Where shall we meet? he asked
At the jacranda shade, she said
Her heart---love was bred
Sick of affection owing him:-) to be paid

"I love you so much my dear"
Her mother approached with her hollow ear
You won’t say she didn’t hear
"Whom are you talking to here?"

Jacinta said, “It is a song by Keyshia Cole
We were told to sing it as a homework and the teacher has just called
It goes, I love my baby---go go; mom that’s not all
We shall meet but remember me in your dream oooh ooooh mwah, tiz that tall."

“Oh, a beautiful song,” said her mother
"Better than no other
If I knew it I would have dedicated it to your father"
Her boyfriend had escaped with his bother

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I Am Virgin

I start dulling on seeing a lady
I hide like she is a bear
Like she abducts like LRA rebels do
As naive as a church brother

I know a lady is a woman
A woman means someone to suckle at
I tell a lady who comes to my hiding
That I don't want to breastfeed because I am satisfied

I needn't suckling
Before she speaks
I think she will say
Let me carry you in my ark or baby carrier

I don't know why men run after them
For I can cook if cooking
I will marry later if marriage
If they will not force words into my mouth

To say the meaningless, I love you!
To sit with her and never run to my hiding
To look straight into her eyes and never say, I needn't suckling
They will chase, catch and persuade me beforehand

I fear a lady like a vampire
I fear her like a beast
I fear her like a bear
I fear her like a lion

I am naive
Because I am virgin
I fear ladies
Because I am virgin

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Iceman

He is a porcupine 
Armed with lethal quills 
You massage his butts 
Butts from which comes atomic bomb 
He fumes and shoots himself 
Apparently a terrorist attack

He is a wild domestic bird 
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils 
Eyes of a wild cat 
His hands bleed with honey 
He tastes it not

He is a scorpion of the plain 
He stretches his wrinkled tail 
The tail which is lethal 
The tail which does not retaliate 
It only stings his back

His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun 
Warmth that does not melt ice 
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not 
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell 
Do guard this gezira from the iceman

He spits beer and spirits 
He indulges in them 
And urinates with his belt 
His mouth is a heap of tusks 
Which earns him no sterling pound

You iceman with coded language 
You are the cradle of dismay 
Your footprints are mass graves 
You laugh when he removes his trousers 
And orders it to enter his wallet 
Are you a wizard?

You call him a jackass 
To cry beer and spirits 
Before he scavenges on his own carcass 
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil 
You wizard must die of asthma