I will paint my face with ash Tear these and adorn on a sack I will partake neither bread, water nor wine I will answer my door to no friend of mine Instead I will lock my inner chamber Prostate when my knees no longer hold.
I will plead, I will beg I will cry, wail, I have too From daylight till morrow I will call my ancestors, Saints and Angels And the son of God, Emmanuel To argue my case before the Almighty Yahweh.
And when dawn knocks on the shutters Like a messenger announcing the birth of “today” Should...
Come! Come on!” “Come!” “Run faster!” One after the other They race past me Giggling, elated, winded…
“Come on!” They call after their gasping mates.
One grasp the ladder The other follows the foot of the other “Hop on!” “Come on!” Self-proclaimed leader implores.
Like tiny packages They load themselves neatly on top of the carriage And,as if amazed by their mastery For a moment they pause Look down from the rusty roof Then break out laughing, clapping, howling… (Like a poorly...
'Why are you always so angry?Can't I do anything right?'' ''Jesus!'' ''I would lay the whole world at your feet and still it wouldn't be enough!''
But she wasn't angry.Not at all.Not after all he had put her through that past year... The search,the praying,the waiting;night and day hoping he would come back or at least just a phone call to know he was okey... No!She wasn't angry,she was indifferent. Indifferent to his coming back home,indifferent to his feelings,indifferent to his efforts, indifferent to...
Dear Lord,it's me again.I have been calling and calling and calling,but You must be extremely busy because I cannot seem to get a reply from You. You promised Papaa,You promised that whenever I call,You will answer.You asked me to bring all my anxieties and worries and requests to You and You assured me,that though a mother my forsake her loved one,Forget the child of her bosom,that You Lord,You will never forsake me.
You told me You had a plan,a good plan for my future;a plan of prosperity and not adversity,You told me to enlarge the place of my dwelling, ''For you will...
Happiness or pain have no color, Religion or race. They are just what they are: Happiness or pain, Joy, Sorrow, And the same applies to all other aspects of our lives.
Ssshhhhsss! Speak not to me Of his color,religion and race! Like laughter and tears Peace, Strife, And all the fundamental aspects of our lives, Love too has no color, Region or race. Its just what it is; Love!
Speak not to me of his color,religion and race. Allow love to lead us to our destiny or fate.
A soldier has two lovers.The Army and Army life takes precedence over marriage;the wife becomes the mistress. ''Then there are days when he comes home,but his heart,mind and body remains (behind) in the battlefield.Hmmmm,handmaid of my lord!''
Three things every woman should choose earnestly, four if I may: Her preferred poison;type and color of wine The perfume she wears The length of that one dear black dress most importantly;her closest girlfriends!