THE AFRICAN PREDICAMENT

I slept with an eye

Dreaming the death of the future

My life thwarted at birth

And the birth of my children undreamt

The birth of my grand un-vision

Because the future was murdered

At the tender age of the sprouting grain

I existed not after birth

Because I was dead in my life

I never hunted, because there was no meat in the bush

And I never ate and died of hunger

For there was no food in my plate

My strives are always in vain

Lazy the world knows I'm not

IVORY COAST

The battle is not won

My brother to pieces is torn

By my hands I helped the john

To capture my mother's beloved son

Who was the brightest rays of the sun

I lost my dignity to the swine

My blood we drank as the wine

I was the saddest child in the dine

MY IDENTITY

I refuse to be labeled

I have an identity unknown

My name is to me known

But to the world I'm someone else

And yet I refuse to be labeled

I was born with a name not known

Ask me it's meaning

And I will berry my head in shame

The name has a meaning

But not of my tribe

A name that doesn’t give me Identity

Whose borrowed cloths am I wearing

With an identity foreign to my tribe

Religion in my creed

That defines who I am

But not who I really am

And yet I refused to be labeled

John is my name

And yet I am black

Jamal is my name

And yet I am black

I am not of my own kind

And I am not a foreigner

Who am I and what is my identity

THE ROYAL WEDDING

Blasted the royal horn

Ushered in the Duchess of Cambridge

With her tail of eight foot running along

Her smile blazing the screens of the world

The concerned and the unconcerned

Watching in their numbers on borrowed sets

Some twisting and turning their wrists

To see the colourful pictures on the web

The hungry child forgets his hunger

And runs to see the commoner take the royal vow

The beggar stroll to the side street to feed his eyes

To leave a mark on his memory

For his children unborn to be told

To be told the day when they stood for the change

A change the mother never succeeded

A change that must be for doom never repeated

MISSING PIECE

When I look at the moon

I see you with your dimples smiling

When I look at the Sun

I see your glittering beauty

Your startling radiance of love

When I sleep at night

I see you in my arms cuddled

And waking up is so painful

Look what distance can do

But can never separate the hearts

That yearns to meet the other half

It is the worst of grief

And calmest of hope

The bearer of grief

The GAME

The passage of time

Dons the nakedness of secrets prime

Giving life to the doubts that never wails

Marking the ascendancy of truth in trails

Canvassing for the renaissance of a broken home

Alas the truth shall prevail in the dome

And the sheep skin shall be torn off the wolf

That desires to eat all our flock

The captain must stand firm   

To see the destination of his crew

In the wind storm that blows from within

Jealousy is surely an enemy

For the few who desires the good of all

Jealousy is surely a friend for the ambitious

Who will stand at nothing to get what she wants

The cause of a split in a broken home