Can't agree the more

To awaken a country
for people to listen.
to correct and at the same time to advise,
is no easy feat.
I dont have to agree with you Barrack;
Not on anything.
But i have to agree that you had fastened your belt
as you came calling on the land of your father.
Because to say that people are the same,
and should be treated the same,
and should enjoy the same privileges,
no matter where they come from,
no matter the colour of their skin,
I mean....all this is absolute truth,
Under God and high heavens.
I cant agree the more.
You remind us of Martin Luther king junior
you instill the thought that,
even if its not in our time,
the power of a good thought and a good deed
don't go stale.
It will ultimately catch-up with our children,
or our childrens' children.
And they will eat a good fruit,
from a tree planted,tended and cared for,
by generations back.
Yes we can!

The Hanging soot

In my language-we call it Murari,
decades of wood smoke makes one,
a fire place with no makeover breeds many.
And so back then in the days,
Billows of thick carbon smoke made soot
And wood burnt as babes waited for yams to boil,
it also made a perfect setting for night stories,
stories of Cain and Abel,
and the swell of grudge between them.
so when a warning came not to go out at night,
it was that you don't dare move out in the dark,
lest you meet Cain in one of his transworld treks-
and accidentally steps on you.
Now,that sent shivers down our spines
and were' better of enduring the hanging soot,
in my grandmas' hut,
than risk huge Cain's step.

come with me

Come so we could see this place.
This place that gave birth to our dreams.
There are no dreams,
there are only valid dreams,
inspirations from the echoes of our ancestors,
Hopes eternal from God,
reverberations of strength,
that remind men of this conscious flow.
Come along this path,
this path of solitude,
where man discovers who he is,
where sinew's of thought are tapped.
Once when i walked along this path-alone,
i thought it was a mirage,
Then i heard a voice-and then a lush
I thought it was the flow of the stream besides
I teetered,
then i trembled,
And then an affirmation,
like the one you get from one who knows you well.
Come with me!
There was an urgency in his voice.
I heeded the call,
stepped forward to where the call emanated,
And followed.
From then on i just followed-no questioning.
Apart from an occasional sigh from my stranger friend,
nothing much passed between us-and i just followed.
And just like the way he appeared-he vanished all at once,
but not before saying thank you,
for agreeing to go along with him,
as he said in his own words- 'On a rough stretch in his life'
I went home that night,
and slept like a child,
peace enveloped-I had walked with an angel,
without knowing neither his authority nor his status.
Come along with me.

State of mind

To be the force in the wind,
or to be the grains of sand,
that gets carried away by the force,
is a state of mind.
To be in one position,
and not in another,
To immerse in the moment,
and savor the power of NOW,
Is a state of mind.
When the oppressor does his act,
and loads himself over the weak shoulders of the oppressed,
It is a state of mind.
When the oppressed flees from the oppressor,
Fearing one who can only maim,
and not take away the soul,
It is all a state of mind.