to the red of the harmattan dust
He glistened white all over
following around his mama
walking on the tips of his baby hooves
learning to say baba.
He was all legs and very little body
And what body he had was bony
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03 Jan 2012 1 Comment
Maaan!!! I guess you know my age now. Now all you have to do is figure out which year I wrote this. haha!
This was supposed to be it!
The end of my legitimate youth
the prelude to my matronly years. More
27 Dec 2011 Leave a comment
My fragrant hair oil
draws the malaria-infecting mosquito
not to bite
but buzz around
forming the perfect halo
above my braided crown.
20 Dec 2011 Leave a comment
Born the wrong end of a decade
Yet he made my pulse play keepy-uppy
My embroidered visage, such a contrast
to his juvenile looks. More
13 Dec 2011 Leave a comment
Is an odd continent is Africa
where one tribe of people
can be strung out in different countries
from the Sahel to the Atlantic. More
06 Dec 2011 1 Comment
I lay there-
A shrivelled mass half-submerged in a mudpool
A drunken vagrant tunnelled in ragged blankets
Glassy eyes staring into a faraway never never universe More
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In the rapturous morning
a plague curses
raining down villainy.
I hide under the sheets
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Bitching boys cry
‘Uh! Uh! Uh!
Let me play you for a dollar!’
Why me, I wonder.
Their nursery vision
never expands with
16 Nov 2011 Leave a comment
Curling shadows creep surreptitiously
in the land of sumptuous abundance
calling your name.
You don’t answer.
I don’t cry.
As shadows uncurled are relegated
to the invisible, the land of sumptuous
abundance neglects past regrets.
09 Nov 2011 2 Comments
If you know even a little bit at all, you will be acquainted with the fact that I am a huge athletics geek. Therefore what is more natural that writing about it? Even the most fickle athletics fan from the noughties will know all about the former Olympic Champion Maurice Greene from USA.
Do you remember all this pre-race routine on the start-line? For me, it beats Usain Bolt’s antics. Well, that’s what inspired this poem.
With leonine supremacy and fearsome restlessness
He paces up and down his cage
Just a foot wide, yet 100m long More