'My culture is based on hospitality not hostility'
Poem One:
The symphony of choirs, of the trespassers, the unwanted disasters, far away in the jungle, they don’t want to hear our rumble. Sorry master just trust us and hear us, we are so humble
Fix this puzzle of my shattered home
Thank you master, we are not planning to stay, will walk, crawl or run away. We are not planning to stay
Moving was our insulation when politicians were producing pollutions as temporary solutions,
Only needs were regulated as a number on the page
Am I just a victim, a traveller of no distance
My culture is based on hospitality not hostility
Or a cup of tea or coffee under the mango tree
Sorry for not fulfilling your expectations as a starving nation with no medication. Africa is not a country, it will always be a nation, prepare to be a sinner rather than a saint, to believe of your fake prophecy that decides my fate, ends my faith
Sorry because you are not blessing my present
Asking why, why is your hair like your skin, why are they rolling in, saying it’s disaster of marley rasta
Sorry, myself I don’t have audacity, I was only answering quietly, this was the frustration of our entire generation
I only reply back with, “This is a Afro”
Ask me when my suffering will be gone and I would tell you before I pick up a pen
Drum of pace or war but lately I hear last one more
Don’t make the cross on your head and your chest. God is in me, how bad can I be
You better listen to this, it is a history lesson and pay attention. Just be patient as I entirely bleed while balancing my feed as my mum’s wisdom seeds
Sorry I won’t be baptized to clean all my political sense, since that doesn’t make sense. In the depth of the sea, blindly seeking salvation from my current situation, I found myself unrecognizable. Is it a new colony
We can fix our eyes and smiles but we cry inside, drowning in our tears - drop by drop. We fight our fears, suffocate, no breath to take and fall straight
Healing is not a place to go to, it is state of mind. Free your thoughts before you been bought
It is infinite loops of tears and fears and tears and fears again
Loops of infinite exile - it is a one way trend of dilemma, cycling itself into the infinite. You wish on dying and wake up living or break out this madness sadness. It’s slavery loops, designing new change that manipulates your mind
Sorry because in losing your code of supremacy I was just trying to maintain my soul which got washed up by the sea
It is my aspects or some part of your brain prospect
Of the trespassers that are just fast passers-by.
Poem Two:
They implode when I express my anger
I am stuck on the edge between the silence and the violence
That edge, the line where we dangle our feet, shaking and shuttering, what would come next
Moments that your heart beats and wakes you when you aren’t asleep
Devil was the smell all the way along
No, he wasn’t there, it’s us, who can you trust
Me against the enemy - he was a friend
We were shallow, we only reflect what had been told
Breaking the circle of trust was discussed
Shape! Death comes in different shapes
Should I accept faith if I was born dead?
Collect the shedder of life, home is no home when they believe one is gone, how will we meet soon
Sorry universe, while I despair
You were in deep rest when we were stressed
Moments turn into the hours built like showers
Silence on the day left, I still remember it was Sunday
I decided quietly that I would die without a wave, bye bye
Even my shadow didn’t reply, no I didn’t have one
I was a shadow without shadow
Why not borrow one and never go back
Living in the world of Instagram, full of lipstick and eyeshadow and the mind is shallow
Either be our saviour from this sad reality or the grave next to the ashes of my memory.
Poem Three:
Modern day ease can turn me hopeless, to sin
Yes, I am a sinner, if that is what it takes to sit next to you for every moment of my life
No, she is the cleaner, not a sinner, she turns pain and hopelessness to create her own paradise. She is my God and my Angel
Companion of mine, shape looks sharper, smiles like moonlight, breathes, smiles like a flower, when she whispers, a face so sweet as if she drinks honey
Do you remember me? You were a good Angel and I was the Devil
We were in Heaven, you were an Angel and I was a sinner. A hopeless soul for me. I won my love and winning you was a sin, sending us here. Hard labour was our honeymoon.
Then I was resurrected as a pig and you as a butterfly. I spotted you between the flowers, then what happened next, I was flying, together but not forever.
