GO AND TELL MY FATHER

Go and tell my father

That I angry

I am unhappy

I have lost my peace

I am losing control over my own self

And that I badly await for my freedom

Tell my father, that I am above 18

In my country I am an adult

That even sweet Cordelia could not

Flatter his father and so will I not

That now I will love him for my father

Because I have a lover

That least I do the abomination of today

Men sleep with men and so are women

That women sleep with women and so are men

I refrain from saying it is satisfying

Sexual pleasure

The results are worse than pleasure

Go tell father to support me

It is his right and obligation

Tell him to accept the facts that like any other teenager

I am growing up

Please tell father that if my feelings

Be not seen, they be not dead

That if I shall kill them now

I so shall kill my feelings

And so shall he kill his pride

And so shall he kill his linage

And so shall he kill him forever

Let him not die like a poor man

Do not forget to tell father,

To please understand

That I shall not kill my feelings

I shall do what I feel is right

I will not sacrifice my feelings

At the altar of his ego.

A present to the president

Just on a crush program, a harsh one indeed

It is today, my Excellency the president’s birthday

I then rush to the shops, hustle and tussle

Well thought of with love, just like a just found girlfriend

Civilian! No… Country man! No… member of the state

I care about my president, why not?

The police officer, the unromantic being unsexy in fact

Hit me hard, he did not respect me at all

Not even my rights, I said to him

All he did was to crush my head

Like the canning serpent in the genesis

Shouldn’t we celebrate anymore?

Has it also become wrong to share love?

Oh my country! Oh my home!

Alright then, as I sigh good bye to patriotism

Happy birthday Mr. President

With love

THE REASON FOR MY ART

If I write, it is because I love to

I write to preserve myself, science has not learnt to

I want to keep myself alive even when I can take no a sigh

I may not be a jurist but let me be a specialist in keeping my thoughts

I write to keep my hand alive for it shall die so will my brain

I write not for a cost but for the inner emotion that exhausts my heart if I shall not

If writing is my secret admirer, I agree may be I drunk the philter

I am in love over and over again, I am in love.

What then will the generation ahead say?

That I did not think or I did not please

I now ask God,  let me keep myself

That he should hone my brains daily, pump my emotion more and more

Let me employ brains well

Let me hold what I believed in so in my generation

Grant me the power and strength always

Because I know the fear of you is the fountain of wisdom

Like a painter gets hold of the brush and believes in it

So do I, I hold my pen like am honored, my book like a princess

I store them like a widow hiding her land title

I am optimistic that each time I hold my pen,

I give birth to a new art that the world is yearning to see

I crave for that I call my own

If man has not built castles in the air

I have built greater than castles in space

They stand firm and unshaken like the mountains of Zion

Blood is always red but I can paint it blue, pink, purple or black

I love what I do

IN A SELF COURT SESSION

Who has taught me to be from myself?

Who has thrown me into this ugly court?

The unfair court where the magistrate is self

The plaintiff here is soul

The defendant is the desires that roam daily

In the garden of soul

That the desires are supposed to submit to soul

Dress smartly and go to church, do good deeds

And pray every day, help the beggars and the poor

Deny yourself the dances that are not godly

Refrain from showing your body, do not forget to

Read your Bible and forgive those who trespass against you

And listen to what desire says,

Am I going to be held custody for being stylish

Oh no! will I go to jail for letting my enemies be

You are sending me to prison because the poor did not work

To earn and I did worked hard for my wealth and oh!

I cannot help them

Am I confined to this box just to state a reason why

I choose to dance to more creative music that church music

Look, when has it become wrong to read brilliant people’s writings

That the biggest boring book you call a Bible

Well, now I see, soul you want to impose rules on me

And so I should be your slave

Order in court! Plaintiff and the defendant

I have heard you all,

Depending on what I think is right

Depending on what I think is right

Even me justice self, I am self as you see

Easily corrupted and compromised

I don’t know what say to you then

If I will be for desire, I will be for destruction

If I be for soul, I will be for everlasting joy

The force in between is stronger than famous Samson

Let me be self, self yes, human. I will have you all