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If you hear I am dead Please don't go anywhere to look into it Because I was not guaranteed to live forever So, whenever I go and however I go, Let me go in peace Don't go blaming anyone for my death For I go with joy. If you ever hear I am dead Please don't say I died untimely death Because no one gave me a specific number of years to live So how can you tell if it was not my time? Both green and brown leaves fall from trees. If you hear I am dead Please bury my wasted useless body And get...

I always knew that you would break my heart I could see it in your big blue eyes I always knew that you would leave my life But still it came as some surprise And my poor soul bleeds into the darkness Knowing that your love was untrue The harsh stinging teardrops of solitude Are streaming down my face for you And the deep gnawing pain of loneliness Has driven me into this cocoon From which I’ll wait forever to emerge And then it will still be far too soon I always knew that you would steal my...

I asked God for love He gave me hate So that amid my Hate I will learn to love others as myself I asked God for riches He gave me poverty For in my poverty, I will be sensitive To the plights of others I asked God for understanding He gave me confusion For in my confusion I will intend to be calm Amid great confusions I asked God to take away my habit He gave me options For it is up to me to choose I asked God to free me from much pains He gave me more pains For in my pains I will draw closer...

Behind that tree I rediscovered my inner image My wept eyes Drains a gallon full of tears Behind that tree I sob, sob and sob Again, again and agin Moments of yester-years failures re-occurs Into my shallow memories Moment of great anguish Rebels in my think tank Again, again and again Behind that tree comes in Joys of decades ago Times when laughter was on the lips of the common houseboy Times I shared with you Those lovely moments Worth remembering Behind that tree I wish and wish and wish...

If life was a wish I would have wished nothing When laughter is abound And sorrow is a mere hearsay I would have wished for a time When unity and one love With one mutual understanding Will be the gospel If life was indeed a wish Beggars would indeed Be riding flying horses If life was in fact to be a wish I would had wished not to be created But rather be made an angel Who will sing praises day and night Unto the Most High God I would have wished to be exempt From these too much sufferation...

I want to die suffering abound life is one big hell of a soap opera God closes one door and opens another but in my case, God closes one door(problem) and opens up many more doors (problems) sometimes I wonder if there is anyone called God while at times I wonder why God does this to me it seems with each step I take I sink deeper and deeper into the quicksand days keep rolling time seemingly running a marathon but my problems don’t move an inch each day each night problems and more...

This poems has no meaning But yet it racks your brains and cause to think This poem is the suffering Of that boy on the streets unknown In the closed room Of the worthless boss idly It build an appetite for the violation This poem is the prostitute In the middle of the town ''Hurry, hurry pay your money Come and sleep with me all night long'' For tomorrow You might know what I offered you Nothing less than the incurable HIV This poem was made to give itself To surrender itself To those men in...

Where is the curiosity we've lost in discovery? where is the discovery we've lost in knowledge? where is the knowledge we've lost in communication? where is the communication we've lost in mass media? where is the message we've lost in the medium? And where is the community we've lost in all these? I t is easy to go to the moon: There, there are no people Its is also easier to count the stars: They will not complain But the road to your friend's heart, who has surveyed it? The formula to your...

I am the man the colour of Night Leaf in the dream, I go at the drift of my dream I am the tree budding in spring The dew that hums in the baobabs hollow Leaf in the wind, I go at the drift of my dreams I am the man they complain of Because opposed to formality The man they laugh at Because opposed to barriers Leaf in the wind,I go at the drift of my dreams I am the man they talk about *OH HIM* Him you cannot hold He is like the breeze that touches you and is gone Leaf in the...

Hear my burning cry oh heaven hear the lament of a disillusioned soul whose footprints weave drunkenly across the desert floor You have seen me trudging across the sands through whirling storms staggering over dunes gasping with thirst You have seen my steps falter in oozing sand you have seen me crawl towards dry scintillate water and yet beneath your relentless gaze I still plead, plead for but a drop Is there no emotion in you? o heavens no compassion? Hear my whisper o...

From the bedroom of Harvard University There came a new baby now fully outgrown This new born creator has brought me joy It has brought joy and bad omen to the world as well Creating a new headache for psychologists A disease now called Facebook This FaceBook lover has brought me more than love Love beyond measure Love beyond boundries Love with which everything is possible with Love with which I care less of boundaries My Facebook lover Is as constant as the morning star She makes my world...

The memory Stands like a cracked bronze statue in a museum talking, smiling we are tired with life We struggle to frustrate old pressures on our backs, rain beats the ground, we flounder, slip But still has to survive the implications Having traveled far, I came upon mountains of histories, dead lakes on which libraries are erected wheels of the train pass us chattering like idiots billows of future meandered, followed the rainbow Sugar and salt are same to a dying tongue I must try to...

There was an inadvertent cough of thunder The victors in the incandescence of victory Forget they as much as the defeated Have come to grief over those who fell fighting The defeated mourn Because too many died The victors rejoice Because fewer died The same sad story, only a matter of numbers My faceless friend Brought me hope and reason to live again When hope was completely lost And could not be found no-where Now hope is now-here Before the sun wipes the dew off Every morning in the green...

Silence hanging in the air tapping on the pane Louder than it was before calling out Gadhafi name Rhythmic pulsing out a beat like a bulging vein Silence cutting through the night like an express train Hurting aching in my head bursting in my brain Trickling seeping from his eyes driving him insane Silence Gadafi therefore becoming histotry Amidst loud shouts of please 'Don't shoot me'

I tried to find the right words But there were no right words To tell the one who loved me still That tomorrow her life would change That I will no longer be at her side That she will awaken and turn to me With eyes still full of sleep and love And reach out her arms to embrace But hold nothing but emptiness As she gazes at my lonely pillow As the teardrops begin to form As she weeps and wonders why As she remembers the moment I tried to find the right words But there were no right words To...