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Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Friday, January 24, 2014

GHETTO LOVE




Thinking of the days we used to fall in love
When I first meet you, you struck me like lightening
I was too shy to approach you
I was scared you were too good for me
But was astonish when you embraced me
Back then I used to get myself all dressed up
When or any time I want to come check up on you
Do you remember how I used to wait for you downstairs?
Whistle when I catch a glimpse of you at the balcony
So your dad wouldn't catch me waiting for you at the garden
I always brag about you when am with my friends
Some times when am waiting for you, I forget about my other ambitions
I concentrate all my feelings towards you
Then we never had phones, but somehow we find ways to communicate
I became keens with your neighbor’s kids
And more closer to your brothers so I can see you more often

Did you remember when your dad caught me one night?
He threaten hell out of me that night, he threaten to call the police
You were sobbing of your ordeal when he is done with me
I never told you my little secret that day
Though I was scared, but I wasn't scare because of your dad
Neither was scared of what he will do to me
I was scared that I might not see you again
I had a million flashes of what I went through for you
The sacrifices, the love and times I spent with you instead with friends
That I can’t afford to lose all that, not now nor ever
I wanted to write you a letter back immediately
To explain why we should stay strong for each other
But I didn't want you to have a quarrel with your dad
I have always wanted to see you happy and see you smile at all time
Am so discontent finding myself leaving all alone
Am doing well, but my wealth can’t give me back the love I had with you
That joy I had when I was spending time with you
Wherever you are right now, I hope that this letter finds you
I know you’ll probably be married right now
And if this letter finds you were ever you are
Can you do me a favor and keep this closer to your heart
And always remember that we once had a ghetto love    

LIFE’S JOURNEY




Life sometimes can be demanding
You’ve got to adapt to life situations as it keeps changing
The journey of life sometimes can be so rough
At times it can be smooth like driving 120km on the high way
Life always has a track laid ahead
Man's directed as he forges ahead
You will come across road blocks and sharp turns
Bridges or a straight road where you need no horns
To avoid accidents, the will to drive through
Your dexterity and skills in handling bumps
Will determine your progress in life
And the extend on how much success you will achieve in life
In achieving your purpose and aim in life
It affects how successful you will become
How rich you will be in obtaining life resources
Sober and relaxed with an assured achievable esteem

SHATTERED HOPE





I am despair with the way life is
Last night I was content despite I didn't have enough to go by
Hoping today’s expectations will be better
But I am staving like am lost in a desert
Friends can’t help because we all are in the same mess
Its 10:00 pm, I look outside the window
Everywhere seems lovely, calm and so peaceful
One would not imagine anything disdain about it
But I am, am so hungry and weary that I can’t think properly
My hopes are fading away and I don’t know what to do
Though I knew when there is life that there will always be hope
Still I find it difficult looking myself at the mirror     
Because the reflection I see looks different
Worms in my stomach reminds me of their presence
I pay no attention because there’s nothing I can do about it
I look up hoping manna will fall
I look at the world if I can make bread out of it
If I can’t today, then what about tomorrow?
Am perplexed and troubled on every side  
My mind is feeble and body is weak
I still exercise faith as a patient dog
Hoping I will eat the fattest bone someday
But how long will I hope and contemplate
What will happen if i can’t help it anymore?