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.

Revolution-special request

Revolution begins with me and you.
when our minds are tired,
and tirade takes the better of us.
It starts when your conscious whispers that its time,
And it can't be any other time.
Its fuelled by neglect of the regime,
So that regiments form.
Revolution is evolution upside down.
Its when you can't take in any more abuse.
Its when you draw the line on the sand.
Its when you don't pamper a bad situation as good.
Revolution is when you're uninhibited,
its when you don't look for a word that hurts less,
So you could appear a friend of a sorry situation.
It starts when a beggar loses his bowl.
It starts when he detests the sound that the coins make,
as they land on his begging bowl.
Revolution happens when you no longer worship
the gods of war.
And instead you embrace peace even with your enemies.
It happens when the system changes,
without prodding by the masses.
Revolution is complete the moment the seed is in the mind,
Hidden from the prying eyes that don't want to see a good seed grow.

The Genius

an axe sharpens another
a mind beautifies the sight of another
better still
a wise man learns
from the mistakes of another
not by his own
'coz then he would reel
under the weight of pain n anguish
befalling him as he searches
for a better way.

To be knowledgeable is not to know all
but a little bit more
than the average mind cares to know
genius isn't born
tis' made from following tested ways
only following them a little farther afield to where they lead.
sages aren't born
only they stretch reason a little bit more
hoisting their minds
on top of great mens' minds

The absence.

I'll write you a letter
telling you of the earlier disquiet
of the days without your presence
Hope the postman doesn't open ma letter
Or try to read through by the piercing sunlight.
I'll mention the rigid days
That follows a routine
and that makes me sooo sick.

But I'll also tell u too
that the babes are well,
They're coping.
Sometimes little Ann calls your name
thinking you're in the other room
She hasn't known counting days
To know how long you'll stay before u come back
Mich still does her homework
And every time i bid her goodnight
She knows that you're one day nearer
Even when you're far
They still think you're just around
And that's life
A little sacrifice here and there
and then its over.

W'look forward seeing you every other time
And miss you
every time you say goodbye
Nudging the hope
of meeting next time
And so w're lucky to have known you
Lucky to have crossed the paths of your life
We can only thank God
E'vry time we meet.

Don't be worried.

When ma lifes' over
and no more breath passes
when the heart beats no more
and I'm over at my fathers place
don't let ur hearts be worried
I'll have done my part
I'll 've shared Gods delight with you
I'll have told you not once
What i had been sent to do
down here in these scary place.

When no thing interests me
And my soul rests in eternal realm
Do not be scared by the silent nights
I'll have shared Gods' love with you
I'll have travelled with you
twice as much
Later when u too join me
We'll make a chorus in heaven
and the angels will join us.

And so when I'm here
in this long sojourn
i can't but wait for directions
From he who sent me
from he who knows my name
from he who knew me
Long before mama knew me
because u know,i existed
At the start of the times
And will be there
when the last of the times is sounded
In readiness for a new beginning
So don't be worried-rejoice.