Tuesday, September 7, 2010

THE AFRICAN SOLACE



When the village is sad
Stories are told by the fire side

When there is no rain
The counsel of the gods are sought

When calamity befalls them
The gods are appeased

When there is hunger
Lands are cleared

When war approaches
Peace is chased

The thought of posterity
Marriage is embraced

The quest for expansion
People are killed

The day of festivity
Culture is displayed

The collapse of a marriage
A baby boy is denied

When the masculine emerges
Merry is witnessed

The sight of the white man
Authority is given

The rule of him
Where is emancipation?

SONGS OF MY LIFE

When bleak is mixed with shrieks it yields myriad pains
The furies of mankind
Are the servants of our actions and inaction
I have eaten the spices of life
But my life yet not spiced up

For all the history of grief
Are piled in my eyes
And I try to withhold
And to withhold such greif
Stands too weary an effort

Life is an excellent passage of time
Waiting to execute the works of Almighty
I deem it a battle
I have fiercely fought in it
I have won many lost a few

Life uses the faces of teaching
And sprawl around to no longer bind
When you fling the arms wide
To whirl and dance in its tune
The melodies present you with challenges

When you vigorously think of life
Or supinely give it a thought
You see a two-faced head
An ugly image
And a pretty enigma

I will start from when i knew my life
The bosom of my mum i enjoyed
Tragedies befalls me not
I bathed in their luxury
And their symphony of care lulled me grow

I stretched out my neck to glare the world
And it welcomed me as a lad
I was fortunate to dine in my parents sweat
The book of life flicked on a colorful page
And i delightfully read a piece


Reverberating sounds surround my beginning
And sink me in depths of reality
Learning to cope with beginner’s life
Was an easy atmosphere
It appeared that way

On this wonderful world that i belong
I start with hopes and without greed
Hoping never to bend my knees
In a dark room corner
But to walk through the happiness of life

Frustrations are bound
I'll depart from them after admitting them
I cannot be tamed
But can be blamed
So, that is why i opened the door of life to bear the consequences

With my body
I open wide my mind
To bring up the courage
Time has gone by
So very fast

My friends were on the street
And i carried my bag to school
They had the least
I had in abundance
If only it could be so forever

In Tiny-Roland Estates the family was popular
Kids sought for my company
Happiness rumbled deep inside me
The sun of God always shined on me through the rain
And I closed my eyes in praise each time

Beneath a pampering child
Is a beacon of hope
Who sought to like such till his life closes
Though very composed
Tempted to boast

Like the icing on cake
I was always tasted
They enjoyed me
And i enjoyed being eaten
Who could hate me?

A time in this my life came
Where my dark black eyes were filled with pain
Though darkness lingers on
It never subsides
I don't need reason for it

The pain oh pain
It hurt, oh it hurts bad
Endure it oh i must
Secretly I suffer
And i clinch onto the tree of hope

I question him, why eh why?
But wait! Should i expect only smiles from the world?
I guess not
When the road of life gets rugged
It becomes a challenge

When i got suspended from life's sweetness
I embraced the vagaries of it
And turned to like it
Not out of will
But out of must

With all this tribulations
He insulated me from shame
No matter how worried i was
I still pleaded, prayed and petitioned God
To have mercy and return me to my luxury

Yes my love affair!
Love has passed me by on a countless times
I seem to be loved by the feminine
I have changed my garments many times
But I’m still recognized by the tattered one

It started innocently enough
Thoughts of everlasting were futile
I have enjoyed just a few
Years have passed since many love departed
My hands has laid on many though

I gave them intriguing electrification
Going beyond their imagination
Living them in ecstatic stagnation
They quest my genius and fascination
Yet still they subject me into condemnation

Yes some wish to be me
And in my heart, i wish to be free
My composure blocks them from being able to see
That is, from my regrettable deeds
Yes that’s how it feels

I sing my life a song
My wrongs are never my will
I wait for you at the end
For you to tell me my wrongs
So i could change and sing good SONGS OF MY LIFE…..

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