Friday, 28 September 2012

This World

This world!!
This world speaks of many things!!
At the corner I stare and listen.
They speak of fun, merry and party.
With hands up they dance and party.
“Get a life," they shout at me.
In dimly lit floors acts are done.
Music becomes  instrumental in the pursuit of earthly pleasure.
Dance-hall, reggae, rock and riddim influence the mass.

This world!!
This world whispers many things.
In the dark alley I stare and listen.
“F*** b ***h,” the young lady shouts!
“I Love you” the husband lies.
Lies blind only for a while.
Our piggy-greedy-politicians incite citizens.
The Police solicit for bribes in broad daylight.

This world!!
This world muzzles many cries.
I see her…she is guilty for aborting.
Guilt burdens her tinny world.
That working class lady in heels smiles but cries inside.
This man drowns himself in alcohol hoping it will all go away.
A child sobs his parents are going through a divorce.
My friend lost her mum to cancer.
Daily we all lose love ones to this menace.
Hope keeps us aloft in this trying moments.

This world!!
This world fuels and breeds all forms of Evil.
My friend Juma went Pro he is now a Con 'artist'.
William is submerged in the world of porn!
Michelle is gay, so is Michael. 
Bob drinks like an Irish-fish.
Claire is a Mid-night 'whole-seller' at Koinange St.

This world!!
This world is full of inevitable contrast.
While I  smile, someone else where is crying.
While I breathe, someone else where is gasping for air.
This is the inevitable of existence.
The indirectly proportions in the cycle of life.
Laughter and cry come to all.

This world!!
This world faces trials, tribulations and hardships daily.
We wish for a better life instead of praying.
Call and He will answer [Jere 33:3]
When we make an effort and meet Jesus.
He gives us peace that transcends our human understanding.
Our debt was paid in full lets not forget that!
Let us trust in the Lord with all our heart,
Acknowledging Him in all our ways,
And he shall direct our paths.
It's a sick world, and Jesus is the Cure!!

Thursday, 13 September 2012

XY...then Z-Generation

It’s the 21st Century.
The global village is amidst us.
Kindergartens replace nurseries.
Chat-rooms replace Class-rooms.
The internet becomes a big fuss.
Our world becomes 'Richer'.
Life is made 'complicated'.
Celebrities dictate our culture;
Media gives handouts for lifestyle.
Like atoms art fuse with science;
Societies are born and culture is re-invented.
Social status are created while a class is born.
The Bourgeoisie-capitalist gives value to everything.
Insurance Companies rob us and still play god.
Masters perfect their craft;
Slaves dehydrate their hopes.
Firms are established.
Business contracts are signed.
Shares are redeemed.
Dividends are paid in full.
Cash flows in liquidity.
Price tags seem valueless.
Everything is given a Monetary value.
This generation fights because of different Ideology.
Religion, Science, Philosophy and Wealth causes tension.
The once shared sense of Humanity is Old-fashioned.
Rebels allover have waged war!!
This is the XY...then Z-Generation.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Social Misfit!

Am a social misfit!
I look at my world from a poetic angle.
With a poetic touch I make everything sound sweet.
In strong adjectives I describe my angels.
I write not because I can write really well.
I only write because I fear regretting why I didn’t write!
So my actions countervail my fear.
Fear for not living my life to the fullest.

Am a social misfit!
In millions way I re-write the daily spectacle.
Tinny little sounds are captured in verses.
Words turn a mere breaking of bread into a banquet.
With simple phrases a humbled life is purpose driven.
Am a social misfit!
Like a flowing river;
Words pop-out in poetic flow.
Like water fall;
Words fall in continuous threads.
They dwindle and form moulds.
Trickles of molten meanings overflow from the pot.
On a three stoned cooker spice and aroma merge sparingly.
Literature boils inside a clay pot.
With words I trace my ancestral oral literature.

Am a social misfit!
Words make my molecular structure.
My brain bleeds metaphors, phrases and rhymes.
My heart pops-out sonnets, ballads and limericks.
My mouth spits out lyrics.

Am a social misfit!
Like a feather words float on my writings.
Imagination color my paper and inspires my ink.
I see voices of artistic expressions.
I hear colors of poetic revelations.
My heart beats in sync with a dramatic accent.
The world watches as i paint its shadow.
I guess....i am a social misfit!