Two poetic conversatives
In the city of Guns and Knives
Our ears receiving here and there;
The Stereophonic nightmare

I heard a priest was killed
Blood of hundreds were spilled
The streets are filled;
With bereaved families of innocent kills

Death like a familiar-hear
The once brave minds are filled with fear
Their beloved eyes, a pool of tears
Fear of losing lives of ones so dear

Their Farms are not safe,
Their homes too,
The food baskets are so empty,
No clue on what to do

Where do they go to from here?
Where are the bannermen whom ‘ve sworn to protect?
We all need to stay woke for our family due.
Or we sleep beautifully today and tomorrow loose more than a few


Cruelty in Silence


Cruelest is the man who sits and says nothing
Stand alone stare with a harrowing message
Or maybe it’s the poorest, crudest of man
Who we all brand as vicious, biting off hands
But then what of the angry indignant man
The one who feels drained with no moral compass
Moans and groans develops own brands of justice
Then there’s the soldier in all different shapes
Who plunders and kills or kidnaps and rapes
No words for the actions of each head of state
No words for the actions of the man who wont stand
No words for all those who play life at high stakes

Doesn’t life burn you when spending it thinking
So here we all are; fast living and sinking.

Drowning Emotions


Your mind is like the ocean
A constant wave of emotion
For a second it was a storm of hate crashing out
Now it is a calm tide of love surfacing about

Beneath the tides lie countless wrecks
Like memories resting inside my head
I thought I’d forgotten
Placed them deep below
But they surface from time to time
Trying to stay afloat

My mind has a never ending complexity
I own it – yet struggle to control it
It is drowning in emotion
It is struggling to keep afloat

But for now I will bathe in the undisputed unknown.

Moments (2017)


Some moments Come and Go
Some make their marks permanent and bold
Some leave our hearts shivering cold
But this annum I watched valuable moments unfold
Moments I wished for as a ten years old,
Moments worth more than a pot of gold,
Moments I deem fit as stories to be told
Moments I ‘ll clinch tight and forever hold.

AFANE (All Fingers Are Not Equal)


We all weren’t going to be equal after all.

Amid class, segregation, rise and fall.

Opportunities vary and begging isn’t something they are proud of.

A better life they would have lived without all these loots.

The mistakes had been made, the rot is already there; we can’t look up at the roof.

We ‘ve got to focus on our problems from a position not aloof.

We are never better until we prioritise fixing this over an extra pair of boot.

#MinutesBeforeMidnight #HealTheWorld #MakingItABetterPlace



Any act often repeated soon forms a habit; and habit allowed, steady gains in strength, At first it may be but as a spider web, easily broken through but if not resisted it soon binds us with chains of steel.Give allowance to only positive repetitions.