destiny

I don’t know how many times I wanted to quit.

I don’t know how many times I asked myself

Why me?

For some quitting is an option

For me quitting is suicide.

I am an important piece on a chessboard

My presence is to defend my territory

For my people are clamouring for help,

And I became their only pillar of hope.

I was born like the prophets

I didn’t chose to be on a mission

But the mission was created as part of me

How am I to quit when I am “God’s present to mankind”

I am here to protect and defend,

No one can make me quit for I tried it countless times

Only to see myself back on the same mission.

I no longer need faith to know this

For I was not the only one

Who failed to escape destiny.

Bliss turned into sorrow

Bliss turned into sorrow

I was in a blissful mood to bring happiness

To my beloved girl on her birthday.

I was smelling good wearing my favourite new sneakers.

I listened to my favourite soundtrack on the speakers,

While break dancing looking at the mirror,

Praising my self-image like God in his full ego.

I was feeling myself like a gentleman.

I went to meet her in the park feeling like a President,

To bless her with a birthday present.

It turned dark real quick when I gave it to her,

They seemed like tears of joy

Until I noticed she was really crying.

The day was already doomed

For I invoked bad memories.

I was concerned as her boyfriend

And she fell in my arms telling me

That she lost her big brother

On her birthday that’s why

She never celebrated her birthday.

She poured her heart and soul to me

As she told me about her brother

Something she never thought

She could tell anyone.

Even though I didn’t like it,

I was now sitting in the park

Attending to a lady

Who was crying like a baby,

I had become her brother that day.

I asked in my heart,

” How could God allow a bad thing to happen on her birthday?”

Bliss turned into sorrow.

Beauty

Some see the beauty in a mansion

Some see the beauty in fashion

What about the one who sees it in passion?

Some see the beauty in a girl

Some see the beauty in her style

What about the one who sees it in her character?

Some see the beauty in a song

Some see the beauty in a speech

What about the one who sees it in silence?

Some see the beauty in giving

Some see the beauty in gratitude

What about the one who sees it in love?

hidden

Hidden

There are Stories of untold heroes

Not mentioned in the books of history.

In this century it remains a mystery

Crowds ululating at heroes they know.

There are stories of talented civilians

Who never got exposed for their potential

Among the billions in the global world

Only a few are at the helm of success.

There are stories of destiny,

Yet stories of fate are not told,

They vanquish and remain a myth

These remain fairy tales for the youth

We are all busy with treasure on the surface

Whilst real treasure is hidden underground

Who shall search it in hidden places

For hidden treasure is never valued.

Hallo December

Hallo December

Should I say Hallo December?

This is a month to always remember

It was everyone’s childhood holiday

A month that carried joy in my golden days

We would play indoor games on rainy days,

Bonded with family and friends on Christmas

While watching Christmas movies such as Home alone and Santa Clause.

Every New Year was rekindled with fireworks,

Rainbow lights in the sky mesmerizing our eyes,

Welcoming January from December’s blessings,

December’s joyful mood swinging into January.

We are now partying in December like adults,

While letting our children enjoy like we did,

Giving them the best Decembers to remember.

Our Decembers will never remain the same,

Yet they make us count years with happy moments,

We are responsible adults now,

But we remain with these Decembers to play.

It’s that time again for family reunion,

Even though we have to remain cautious for our lives

And prepare for a Covid 19 free generation.

I wouldn’t forget to mention Corona Virus in 2020

And I still want everyone beyond 2021,

Let this be another glorious December to remember.

Birthday note

I always had a hunch

That November was a special month

Little did I know that there was a special you,

I will definitely take away November

from this year’s calendar and you,

I can’t free myself from imagination

For you were my first dream to come true.

I feel happy and jealous at the same time,

Such a day in a special month

Can only be enjoyed by you.

Despite me being jealous,

Let me thank November

For bringing you to me

Happy birthday  Linda.

groaning in silence

Groaning in silence

A tantrum of questions unanswered

That many people wouldn’t mention

Because they are scared of being  vindicated

Should I ask as if I am not scared for my dignity

What’s true is locked in prism of our hearts,

Can we utter the truth for it to be known?

Elephants like them don’t want it to exist

Because it hurts as a tiny ant in the nose.

How can they swallow the truth,

When it exposes their insecurities?

They love getting respect,

Yet they don’t want to earn respect

They earn it by deceit

And truth comes creeping on them

Like a vengeful ghost.

I am not yet a soldier for the truth

I am growing  nurturing the truth.

Yes truth is delayed  but it will rise

Higher than all mountain tops combined

Even though we are groaning in silence.

My dear Sister

She is my little sister

But she is no longer little anymore

For she steps out of teenage life today,

Her presence brought union to the family

Our special dose to our family chemistry,

She is special by nature and design,

To my parents she is the only daughter,

To us brothers she is the only sister,

To the whole family she is the last born,

How can she not be special,

When all eyes are on her.

Happy birthday my sister.

not going back

Not going back

You left my heart in a desert

And I was addicted  to you

I was thirsty for love

And you chose

To punish me anyway.

I tormented myself wondering,

Why I was begging for love?

It wasn’t easy to walk

In the scorching desert.

I wanted to die and yet I survived.

Now you want me back in your life

To resurrect my wounds

And torment me with memories.

You pushed me too hard

I shall not beg anymore.

Do you still love who I am

Or you love what I have around me?

I cried countless nights for you

And you turned your back anyway.

I don’t want to torment myself anymore

And please stop following me around!

I don’t need a bodyguard.

I trust a pet than you.

I have no room for forgiveness.

Let it be known from today,

You are not invited

To any part of my life

Even on my future funeral.

life plan

Life plan

I want to keep it simple

For I don’t want to crumble.

I am down to earth and humble

You can go ahead and start to mumble

But I shall never stumble.

I don’t have a speech of hate

For I have no intention to get hurt

I am at the throne of my heart

I shall only rule my kingdom

Learn to rule yours.

Everyone has a clear vision

Yet hate and jealousy create a diversion.

Focus is following your path

A better way to divert your wrath.

As a human calculator you can do the math.

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