Life has more cinemas than you need to see
Child bearing and rearing are two villagers
Baby factory is an easy production
Parenting is the hardest of them
Fools can always make them
The wise mould them
Hindsight sort them
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Words I Didn’t Say
Yes, I do
Had I muttered those three words
Things would have turned differently
Would have crawled after another career
Would have homed in a different time zone
Would have missed my wife!
Yes, I do
Had I muttered those three words
Life would have taken a different curve
Would have streamed after another career
Would have homed in a different time zone
Would have lost my life!
More than Riches
Like the sand of the beach
They are adorable and comely
They are treasures
They are pleasures
They are worth more than the riches of this world
Children, you cannot have enough of them
Without a Backward Glance
Our appeal went on heeded
Does it matter our sacrifices at his shrine?
Does he not recall the number of times we visited him?
Poured libation to his homage?
Yet, he would not leave without mom
Upon the buckets of river
And baskets of kolanut
And thousand of cowries
We offered him
Mr Death insisted on leaving with mom
Is he just callous?
Or is it his nature?
Is he cruel?
Is it what he treasures?
To turn deaf ears?
and walk away with loved ones every time
without a backward glance?
Life
Active humans cannot empty globe’s content enough
and how to empty life cannot be taught or schooled
some lived it as a big bang and sudden exit
for others silent control work quite better
for others double trouble wouldn’t hear
sound of trumpet herald their entry
like a whimper and a drumbeat
or a rustling shrill music
patrol
Two Birds, No Wing
Packed and ready to fly to nowhere
The month choice made it so
Why January I would not know
Here we are two birds with no wing
On divorce precipice, gingerly we sailed
Holidays could soothe our fray
Or break our tray
We know not but gingerly we sailed
Broke and broken, gingerly we sailed
Hoping to mend and bend and tend
To love more and close the door than before
To share a care, tear our fear
Hungry and angry, gingerly we sailed
Candlelit dinner and a returned winner
Soul food conjured the mood for some good
Drank one another without an order
Didn’t know two birds without a wing can bring
Joy, boy and loads of toy
Laughter and clapper and a new chapter
From holidays no one knew would deliver
This too Shall Pass
We are raped and disgraced
We are naked and homeless
We are penniless and defenceless
We are without a defender or advocate
Two dust
Blistered, far away from shed
Tormented by the wind
Arrested by the elements
Enemies within
Lions without
Butchers in white robes
Mortuaries preferred to hospitals
When our eclipse shines
And our pride returns
We shall say, this too shall pas
Outcast
Out as a trader
Endures child-labour, sex-slavery, abuse, and hawking
As an outcast
She ends up in the UN Ambassadorial seat
With opportunity to revenge
She refuses
Instead trades her power and position to pursue world peace
Masquerades
Life streamed in a rectangle
Farm
Shrine
Village square
Home
Until… the slave trade came
Life shrunk into a triangle
Office
Worship
Home
Until…the virus came
The virus came
It locked us down
It masked our collective breaths
We walk the earth like masquerades
From sunup to sun down
Then life goes round in a circle
Work
Home
Repeat
Mother asked the other day
Which is the worse slay?
Slavery or this virus?
Twain have dire consequences
Death.
Relics of the Future
The cache in casket buried
Exhumed as a signpost
of immeasurable information
Aha! Relics of the future
iPad
iPhone
iPod
iMate
iTV
We, the future, are now in the present
Modern army will cultivate
Another capsule
For another farmer
For another rain