Ubuntu Mwezi

on a horizon you disappeared by the horizon you were swallowed it was at the horizon that you vanished

They came, talked, knelt and begged for our support. We cheered, jeered and parted them on the backs But after the harvest, they never returned We were hungry, sick and deprived We were helpless Cried for their help we did, But all in vain. However, when the rains came Five seasons later, shamelessly They returned, promising this time they would share the harvest The crowd was moved Swayed, the majority cheered Chorusing “our man, our man Long live sons and daughters  of the soil.” A few of us jeered and sneered After another bump harvest The pests disappeared into thin air We were, like before, left as orphaned children.

Life! Oh sweet bitter life At times it is fun, other times it is all sadness   Sometimes we are low, other times we are high At times we are real people, sometimes we fall short of reality Sometimes we cheer, other times we curse Sometimes we regret our wrong actions, at times we pretend nothing happened Sometimes wonderful people come by our way, other times cruel ones Sometimes we are in love, at times we shy from love Other times we look for love and can’t find it Or do what we shouldn’t have done And fall short of expectations At times we are lucky, other times nope Sometimes we fail to see what we should At times we see more than our fair share At times life is good, at times… Sometimes, yeah! Sometimes things go hay-wire And happen the way we never thought they would But life Round and round Goes As skyward we look! Sometimes we accomplish our duties,  other times we fail

I thank you All who were there for me To support and encourage Am grateful To you all Who helped me keep on With the struggle I appreciate all your Love, guidance And the conquering spirit You all instilled in me

Maltilda! Oh Maltilda! What a name! What a beauty To behold Maltilda Everywhere you pass All men their heads turn awed by your angelic beauty Mouths agape, they wonder what god created thee Maltilda, such a beauty you are You make every lad's blood in our village Boil ceaselessly Oh Maltilda! What a beautiful waste Were it not for thy foul mouth I would have gladly shed my blood… My boiling blood to have you As my lost limb Maltilda What a waste you have become What a shame For thee a stunning beauty For to all that cross Your path to abuse Spit at and scorn Maltilda! Maltilda! What a waste! Of God’s creation What a shame! Maltilda The uncouth beauty Ugly and less endowed Maidens have companions But You the beautiful uncultured lass Are yet to get anybody to whisper Sweet nothings in your brazen ears Maltilda I now believe The story of The beautiful ugly lass Who married a tortoise

I a m traveling in my personal jet across the azure of the dark continent. Am inspecting My oil rig In the Niger Delta Overseeing the installation Of new equipment. Tomorrow We shall sign a takeover agreement With Bush-Talk Media This will make us The biggest media house In East and Central Africa . Ahh! Dreams! All but dreams, dreams Dreams, But one must dream Dreams make man

You say I should punch him You scold me saying I have become a ‘woman’ You laugh at me whenever I avoid a quarrel You tell me I should ‘show’ the man Now you want me to hit a woman! Brother Listen to me Hear my voice I ain’t no coward I be no weakling as you think The world is not about Punch him Hit them Nor Is it about ‘Teach the fellow a lesson’ We live peace We preach peace We believe in amicability We are for harmony Brother I implore thee Listen to me Hear my cry A cry for peace, A cry for tranquility A cry for one love Brother In ensuring oneness Harmony Brotherhood and sisterhood I be no coward Nor no doormat