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Geisha Black...

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My mixed veggies console me at this time. The aroma is simply delectable. The garlic and ginger spices seem to have worked well. Yes. I'm watching my weight through life's lenses, and it doesn't look great. I have struggled to stifle my cravings at 3.00am. But vim! I'm trying. Oh sorry. I lost track. These green peas, chopped carrots and grains of corn are soothing my pain. The pain of having found that my geisha girl is engaged and soon to be further engaged. I laughed at the first time of asking. She said by March marriage would end her spinsterhood. Its good. What's not is that, I'm not sure if she's joking or not. She says whether its worth laughing at with my back on the floor and my dangling modifiers suspended, is up to me. How does that make sense? She's not even picking my calls. Oops! My alter-ego just showed up. He's miming music, throwing my arms and pretending to be a rapper. And yes, the pants are dropped halfway. It's

Sonnet No.27

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Miss pretty lights You glow indeed. Your eyes, they cure my blights but bring pain to my Godspeed. As I wake into your days' night I see widths of violet bands. Such streams from your temple's light speak of grace in your vocal glands. Miss sparkling hun I need those incands on Not to steal your shine, my sun But to draw the days' dawn. Hope the happy hormones came back while the coughs and phlegm flu past. With every sip of the oriental bark I await the bliss of your penumbra cast.

Love Me Some...

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I waited, bent over in my red couch Spread my legs across the backrest Found solace in my black comforter Waiting for you to love me some. Love me some please! When are those walls Berlin-tumbling? My barrels have run out and parched Vacuum fills it to the brim till you love me some. We’ve been here long on these girders The waves nearly collapsed this bridge of ours My silence screams out at the sight of you Praying you’ll uncover you and love me some. Do I sound selfish? Okay I’m sorry but I don’t apologize Many palettes I’ve seen and continue to But I’ll remain color blind till you love me some.

See You Later Eddie.

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It's hard To know someone from afar But yet you claim to be friends on the book. I admired you f rom a distance I did I even learnt how wonderful your voice is . But I guess I'd have to wait To introduce myself and say Hey Eddie, my name is Kojo. You're where we're headed Just intercede for us Whilst our transit is almost over. The choir just got upgraded.... x

Yellow Dwarf

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I’m staring upwards at you. Five thousand Fahrenheit mister scorch My shades protect my pupils from your blaze But I struggle to see, tussle to gaze. It’s true, your photons attack my face You’re brighter than Sirius yes. But I’m coming for you. I’m the new source, the new nucleus. If fire should fade when I show up Then why should you stay shining? I must out-burn you So days would oust nights forever.

Masaki Magic

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So I ask, should your senses be excited? Why the question? Well... I sought after and got turned down by a mungu. And her reason? . "I haven't fallen in love with you". The weaver's woe has worked on her I guess. Purpose has been displaced and now you've turned to Rosalinda, Esmeralda and "Cuando Sias Mia" for inspiration. Isn't that love as fleeting as the feeling that fed it? Doesn't it botch up your colorful warps? Masaki has stricken you damn good, my dear. Well, I better stock my belly with butterflies the next time. Okay okay. I've moved on. Words Masaki - According to African Mythology, a Hausa spirit that inflicts weavers with occupational ailments. In this case its the sensual spirit (personified) that inflicts her with an earthly desire of love. Mungu - Goddess(swahili)

Do You Like It Here?

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"Do you like it here?" Quit asking me that okay. My continent, my country, and my skin don't rhyme with hell. Have you heard? ( gripping my right ear ) Your petty prejudices don't impress me nor my spirits. When are you going to grow up? The only thing that separates us is your weird weather and five hours.  Everything else is man-made or made of bread. Honestly, your sense of humor deserves a slap when you keep asking me that.  Drop those glasses keeping you short-sighted and tear down that misrepresented picture of the world behind your bedroom door. I don't appreciate you laughing at my accent either. I'm African and a proud one. Tenk you! Now let's go get some chinese at Long Garden. Smh..

Ezeet Okay?

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Is it okay? To shave my life Don't laugh, you heard no northern howler I mean to apply the barbers' knife And make space for growth on my scalp Is it okay? Is it okay? To love a lady without proposing Am I not doing that anyway? With the bouquets and the bourgeois gifts Do I have to bruise my knees? And pick my heart to ask her? Is it okay? To drown in my sleep today And be awoken by reality's breath. Just on time to repeat boredom. I thought "early to rise" meant more silver I guess its not that simple. Words pick - to steal or rob of a possession (in this case self-love). bourgeois - member of the middle class.

Chop Keez!

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Bring your lips They look soo raspberry red Splurged with nature's own palette Don't form shy jaree. Chop keez! My intentions are verified He's the past and us, the future Let's begin the merge my malkia Allay your fears my queen Oya chop keez! The harmattan is getting worse Your morbid midomo need healing I can't bear it no more Just lean in much closer Chop keez! Okay okay! So you're hesitant abi? Just close your eyes I've got a surprise in hand Ahhh! The keez jus laaand!

Oh Stahp!

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Oh Stahp! I don't know you at all. Now you think you might have feelings? Okay let's think this through. Is it because I text you often? How can you love me so soon? My heart is tender ooo. More fragile than my own afro Oh Stahp! So are you as caring as you claim? Or its just because your bed needs warming? Even if it Fahrenheit freezes over, I don't care. Is it really the way to your hungry heart? The plastic packs of pilau and chicken. Or its my melo melodies from Dar-es-Salaam Don't push it, I'm taken.

MY TROTRO'S HELL

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So I’m gone. It’s hard to believe it myself. I’m charred. I’m without breath. I just traded my day’s work for meagre wages. Sadly, fate blinded me to my own resignation. On my way back, I called just to re-assure her despite the hours late. I had no idea. That I would be late in a trotro standing in burning currents. Who’s going to tell my story? The story of my lost dreams. Dreams of living happily ever after with my queen. Visions of growing old with her and our little twins. I thought life was getting better. But I guess his evil brother was lurking. So I’m gone. It’s hard to imagine it. Because my imagination turned to coal. I wish I hadn’t followed my dreams. I wish I stayed at home and feigned sickness. And allowed my lack of ethics blow me further away from this blaze. I wish I'd stayed at home. And neglected the damned red, brown and green vanities. Who’s going to tell it? When I’m left speechless, drowned and drenched

She Said Jollof!

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We hardly talk nowadays. She said she's allergic to calls, so I withdrew the prescription. Distance made it harder than normal. But i figured Skype would defy relativity even if she wasn't my type. Is it possible to miss someone you've never met before? I think yes...because I've managed it. Anyway, she said she loves jollof. Hmm.. my cooking skills are suspect ooo. I better get my culinary muscles in tip-top shape before we meet. It's not that I can't cook. My fear is that her taste buds must have evolved into an autonomous organ; knowing whether there's enough salt or pepper in the meal. Or whether the rice was half-cooked before tossing it into the tasteless gravy mix. The possibilities are endless. I'm looking forward to pleasing her tongue...

GARISSA ATTACK

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It sounds like a variation from a chess opening, which for chess proponents is almost commonplace. But ever since the gruesome murder of those students in Kenya, the character of the systems of this world have hit me harder than a batter’s swing at a baseball from the pitcher’s mound. From the lack of adequate worldwide condemnation of the attack, to the absence of home-grown solidarity.  It seems as though it never happened. At times, feelings of despair reveal themselves when such events occur. In as much as several reasons may be purported as causes for such, lets sift through the many layers. Beneath these are hidden things that only the word of God can reveal. Revelation, that’s the spiritual ore within which the gold of insight thrives. We see in part, but Papa see all parts. My prayers are not with “so-and-so” as the cliche goes, but rather, my fervent prayers are going up for the bereaved families, their loved ones and the Body of Christ. As a believer, I firmly un
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“Let’s be friends", she said. I have some. Didn't have a verbal agreement with those. So I dropped the mic and walked. Fast Forward…. So she agreed. We are going to church this evening on Monroe Street. I must admit, I wouldn't have invited her to church but for the insistence of my heart. It’s just a prophetic meeting but it’s a bit arduous to find the right combination. Yes, combination! I have managed to carve a niche for myself; looking presentable in God’s house. Go me! My green African wear seems appropriate, although I might look bigger than I am. Hiding the pot-belly beneath it is a must. Well, I succumbed to the pressure of looking nearly formal and dropped the batik my sweet granny got for me back home. Hope its well hidden. After... I enjoyed church knowing very well what pastor said and its confirmation thereafter. By the way, Josephine looked great as always. Sunday evening… This weekend was an awesome flop. My friends and I

Dark Room

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DARK ROOM “Let’s develop in darkness” That’s the message I heard through the megaphone When the communicator lead the few inches beyond his mouth “Let’s close our eyes and improve our farcical fiscal infrastructure With no electricity, water, a comical cedi and a paltry pesewa We’ll attain lower middle income status.” Let’s make sure we watch the African Nations Cup Jubilating and cheering without limits till our tongues tire Waiting to celebrate the result of our biometric charade and complain after Let’s demonstrate and remonstrate in utter disgust Talk about how corrupt “they” are and take our ten percent Because "kpakpakpa" is a movement. So although I promised that walking in darkness would be a thing of the past, it’s now beyond me and my megaphone. Because we're still living in the past, becoming a desolate Rochester to Apple’s advantage. Just like Kodak we have strived to become Africa’s cautionary tale An example on ho