Hail them

To those before us.
To those who came and saw.
To those who conquered after they saw.
to those who stretched reality,
yet not too far than necessary,
To them are these words.
They are meant to their ears,
wherever they may be.
They are meant for their souls,
wherever they may lie.

To Mlkj for stretching the chords of justice,
for the oppressed.
To him and Malcom x for activism against racial injustice.
For colour could be different,
even the thickness of the dermis varies,
but similar is the blood that runs inside the veins,
so there ain't any superior than the other,
unless from inside out.

To nelson Mandela,
for showing us that the oppressor too needs some loving.
That he too craves for acceptance,
because his heart is ruled by turmoil,
and only love settles the scores.
The antidote for hate is love and not more hate.
You don't become a man by playing boy,
the boyish stride in all its leanings will overcome;
even though you wanted to man up some day.

I give it up to the writers before,
whose writings we now can read,
in whose realities we now can see,
as envisioned in their writings of old.
And to God-from whom all inspirations come;
To whom all roads lead.
To Kahlil Gibran of the prophet,
To Benjamin Franklin in his espouse of the road he travelled,
To Ngugi wa thiong'o for his excellent works of art.
To Chinua achebe whose works light up a continent.
To the little known of our age,
and those before,
who genuinely conveyed the message as it should be,
who told of the little things that deprive humanity-
A place at the seat of God.
Hats off-i hail them.

And to those in our age,
who've got the fire in their bellies burning.
To those who have got their alarm set,
so they would not sleep till its mission accomplished.
Take up the band of courage,
see the reality of what is at stake,
burn the chaff with the pen,
say it before its too late,
deny the unjust the peace of their greed,
Let your creed be-Let me not unheard depart.

Just a cause

No man lives on bread-alone.
He lives by his thoughts where they lead.
He lives by the wars he fights,
And the things that take his time.
He lives by a cause,
to satisfy his higher self,
for his maker to glorify.

Like a reed that resists the swamp waters,
the soul looks and yearns for a cause to satisfy,
so it could hang its lofty tentacles,
and be assured of another day,
where it will fight to earn another pay.
Much is the talent that goes to waste,
coz the fire in the calling,
can't sustain the cause.
And so like the reed that sprouts and lengthens
without paying heed to the surge on a rainy day,
paves way for another.

How beautiful 't would be
for man to know the drive,
the passion that sits at the basement of his heart
the cause that calls,
seeking for adoption;for space,
So it could be owned,
and cease being the wayfarer on broad-way,
and be the adopted child on life's highway.

Lose Your Guns-Dedicated to the leaders of Nadome and the remnants of Nadome who lost their loved ones.

Does nadome ring a bell?
Does the sight of bodies swell your conscious;
to a breaking point!
And the sight of a child left with no care,
after its mama has been butchered?
Tis these things that trouble the soul.
And rage boils from within,and without.
Men killing men
men killing women,
as the babes cling to their mother's lifeless backs.
Is it for resource that they kill...and maim.
Is there Gold at Nadome?
Please tell me-i don't understand
Somebody tell the death merchants of Nadome,
There is no pride in taking away that which you can't give
Am talking to the leaders of Nadome!
Nadome is not an island.
It is not leaderless.
Nadome has leaders with titles.
Nadomes' certainly not a no mans land
It has history,culture and certainly a future
Tell the people of this place,
And the people who border Nadome to drop their guns.
Tell them that ceasefires exist,
That there are break-aways from the past.
I urge these who kill-To lose their guns
History will baptize you a new name,
And call you peace makers.
The future will adore your stamina amidst strife,
And call you the warriors of light,
Who saw beyond the barriers of thought.