AFRICAN WOMAN

The dwindling of the trees
The coolness of the breeze
The drizzling of the rain
The leaves flying around freely
Stream flowing endlessly
Children running happily down the street
Supper came in a big round calabash
The children sitting round the evening “Atupa”
To hear stories that plant in them morals.

Inside the next room there is a woman
Holding her child so close
Singing a lullaby to put her to sleep
So much beauty in a woman’s strength
The versatility of an African Woman
The creativity, it’s an uncomparable reality
She rises up above all the problems
Nothing is ever intimidating

African woman is blessed
She is inspired above all the odds
She is hopeful beyond a doubt
Always proud of her identity
You can argue that money rules
But at what cost?
How much is an African woman worth?

Fathers worked hard to feed the children
But thanks to mama
Who taught them the morals to excel
Oh my African woman
Looking radiant as if she never cries
Oh my dear creator
Let us realize everyday
The hope and strength she represents

Ladies and Gentlemen, let’s celebrate
The African woman
The one who makes everything look simple
She can see the future
Through the eyes of an eagle
The one ready to be the best
By any means possible
Lets stand for the power of
An African Woman

Should I?

When I remember that someday I will leave
This wishy washy cunning difficult life
I wonder if I should laugh or cry
Or should just do all I can to leave marks
To engrave my names on a rock
To leave behind works that would speak words

It’s a wide, wild, weird, woeful earth
Yes, I will be gone with no regrets
Cos’ I have walked on sands and left footprints
I have cried in the dust and left tear drops
I have tilled the ground and left plenty grains

Amidst deceit and heart breaks
I have gotten married and had children
Amidst rebellions, my children are role models
They have been proven by test and time
While my body rotten away in the soil
My name will remain on the lips
While my soul returns to the giver
My works remain as a proof of life gone

Where I could not speak, my works reach
The story will keep spreading that
There once lived a man whose life was worthy
Whose words has healed
Whose pen has written
Whose life was a sample
With knowledge of this certain fact
Should I still mourn this day yet to come

DUST

For a many nights I have been sleeping
And I know I may sleep to wake no more someday
These nights I dream,
When you see my dreams come true rejoice with me
Cos it’s a privilege
During the day when I stumble,
Don’t mock me
Sometimes the earth shakes and the mighty men fall
When I store up emotions and tears drop from my eyes
Still don’t mystify it, even the sky cries out rain
Knowing that rain blesses people’s grains
Every tear I cry will produce me joy and laughter
Every night in my life shall be followed by a new dawn
Surely my mourning will cease in the morning
My prayer will always end up with an answer
Even when my mouth seizes, my mouth speaks
My pen writes, my soul rises
Thus when I die, don’t mourn me
But mother the motherless and homeless
Just bury the body in the soil
Let the plants draw nutrients needed
Don’t build mansions over the dust and empty body
Rather shelter the living homeless and abandoned
Don’t feed the rich and mighty for my sake
Rather invite the poor and the hungry
This body too once lived on the streets
But picked, fed, cleaned and helped by an unseen hero
My spirit and soul disguised in this body
But I know so well that my body is dust
I’ll rather feed my spirit and soul
My body shall return to itself, ordinary dust!
Body is vanity as life

NEVER A MOTHERLESS !

I have seen different sizes and shapes of women
Sometimes, the tall, short, slim and fat
Each with their unmistaken body smell
Some so beautiful beyond description
Yet ugly ones still on the street with no shame
Then I look at myself and ask, how do I look?
Surely I have no relation with these ones
Unfortunately I was born in those black days
When faces die with no history to behold

Her face has gone with her, nothing to behold
Now I see theirs, mine is unknown
Family describe hers to me, still can’t be sure
I have tried to place a look for her in me
It keeps getting hard, couldn’t help myself,
I feel like a lost child
Looking for her mother she couldn’t identify
Every faces seeming like her lost mother

But one thing I was told and believed
I was conceived and born of a woman
Who at a point of giving me life lost hers
Who couldn’t lose me but preferred to lose herself
The woman who couldn’t watch me grow
But put God to watch over me
Who couldn’t give me anything
But left me with God who gave me everything
Then I decided to stop looking at faces
Since I am with God who has always taken me places
And I will never believe that I am a motherless!