THIS STORY

This story has been written
for a very long time but it must end now.
It doesn't matter if it is complete or not,
It must end on this note.
It doesn't matter if it needs a comma or a full stop,
it must stop right here, right now, this moment.

Tear this page, tear these chapters,
they have been chapters of pain,
they have been pages and pages of disappointments,
and discouragement.
They have been tales of failure,
tales of insignificance,
tales of nothingness,
tales of trying against all odds
with no results to show for strenuous effort.
I must tear these pages,
I must burn these chapters,
I must destroy this manuscript,
I must stop now, throw everything away and start a fresh.

This story must take a detour,
it must take a new turn, a different turn.
It must stop now for the next one to begin,
It must take a new turn, a new twist,
It must die to get a new life,
It must die to live.
It doesn't matter how thrilling,
how enchanting, how captivating, how engaging it sounds.
It has been a story of tiredness and dead dreams,
 a story of visions and hopes nipped in the bud.

I must leave this story now,
to rewrite a new one with a happy beginning,
a merry body and a happy ending.

#TheMusingsOfAMadMan
#Camistare2018
#TheScreamingThoughtsOfASilentPen

A TRIBUTE FOR A SLAIN "PROSTITUTE"

I have seen the self righteous justify murder,

I have seen them blame the victim,

I have seen them say plainly she deserved to die, 

to be killed,

I have seen them kill her again,

I have seen them kill her a second time.

I have seen better Christians mock her morality,

I have seen them join the Pharisees 

and stone her for appalling immorality

I have seen them mock Jesus as he tells them, 

'let he who has never sinned throw the first stone.'

I have seen better parents,

parents who have raised better girls

say that it serves her right.

I have heard them hurl hurting epithets, 

utter derogatory names,

say mean things in the name of advising
the dead girl and others with ill manners like her.

The advice of cause excludes their children,
they only gave birth to spotless saints and angels,
well raised kids to be precise.

I have seen these pretenders and

remembered mercy.

I have heard them and remembered
the second thief on the cross,

I have remembered the words of Jesus,

tonight you shall sit with me in paradise.

I have seen girls and properly raised

women kill one of their own,

I have seen them shame her dead

vagina,

I have seen them call it names,

I have seen them accuse heri
illicitunborn child who will 

unfortunately never see the sun like

her mum too.

I need not ask like Jesus, 

'woman where are your accusers'

They are loud, violent and right, 

they are spotless, unquestionable, right and loud,

they are violent and formidable.

I have seen them laugh, jeer and sneer

at her wiped out bright future.

I have seen them speak in righteous anger,

I have seen them poke her forever

shut eyes with fingers of rage,

I have seen them blaming her for

dating a married man and I hear

his son too,

But I have heard none of them call

the men in question,

I have seen none of them blame

the married man for dating a young

girl.

How can they?

How can they when they are better

humans?

How can they when they are holier

women?

How can they when they have better

children?

How can they when they don't know

how it feels for your child to be 

murdered in cold blood?

How can they when they have never

been in those shoes?

How can they when they know it all?

How can they not be right when the

dead victim of circumstances is the

one totally wrong?

How can they when their, sons, husbands,

and daughters are angels?

How can they know?

No I will not blame them,

I will not blame them for being ignorant,

I will not blame them for being blunt,

I will not blame them for being cold,

I will not blame them for being stupid,

I will not blame them for being right,

I will not blame them for giving great

motherly advice to a dead and cold

thing,

I will not blame them,

I will not blame them for being heartless,

I will not blame them for being mean,

I will not blame them for being inhumane,

I will not blame them for being unchristian.

I will not because if I do I may vomit

and eat my own vomit.

Otherwise how can I make them see,

she did not deserve to die,

neither did the seed in her womb?

A tribute to a life cut short.

#themusingsofamadman

#thescreamingthoughtsofasilentpen

#Camistare2018

LET US PRAY

Let us pray.
That is the word we utter when we
reach the outer limits of our wits,
when we come to a dead end,
when we come to the end of
our thinking capacity,
when our intelligence and brilliance
has hit a snag,
It is the word we speak when we
encounter turmoil, fierce storms,
and formidable difficulties,
It is the word we speak when
impossibilities stare at us straight
in the face,
It is the word we speak when poop
hits the fan and we need the heavens
to clean up the mess,
when we recognize nothing else
can get things back to the rightful
place.

Let us pray,
that is the word we say sometimes
when we want to pretend,
when we want to fit in the mix,
when we want the religious to
overlook out atrocities and embrace
us.

Let us pray,
It is the word we remember when
nothing else remains,
when at crossroads we arrive at
the end of the road,
It is the word we remember when
the pains of the thorns in our flesh
are intense and give us no peace,
It is the word we utter when
temptations become stronger than
us, outsmart us and overrun us.

Let us pray,
It is the word we will say when we
lose what we can't replace and often
 forget when we win and when
we gain.

Let us pray,
It is the word we may forget when
we have meals but never fail to say
when the meals get scarce.
It is the solace we run to, the solace
we turn to when all else has ceased
to make sense,
When all else has turned upside down.
Let us pray.
Oh! The magic three words.

#themusingsofamadman
#camistare2018
#thescreamingthoughtsofasilentpen
#reflectionsofthepoet

A CUP OF HOT COFFEE

When the cold is chilling my bones,
and the hormones are raging within,
and the car blood in my veins cry for
heating,
I remember things, creepy things,
creepy things come to my mind,
thoughts and wise quotes like,
'two are better than one,
when two lie together they keep
warm.'
I shake my head to clear the fog,
but before I can clearly see,
the 'Arrow of God pops to my eyes,
And I hear Chinua Achebe speaking
to me, telling me, enlightening me,
with this magic African wisdom,
He tells me,
"The penis that does not die young
will one day eat meat with beards"
It's the effect of this cold,
If you don't mind, could you please
bring me a hot cup of coffee?

#themusingsofamadman
#camistare2018
#thescreamingthoughtsofasilentpen

ONE DAY I WILL

One day I will look at you who wrote me off in the eye and tell you, "see, I told you so."

One day I will look at you whose voice kept pointing at my failures, you whose ratings were always about my nothingness, you whose pieces of advice were always about the impracticability of my dreams, whose words of comfort to me were always a pointer to impossibilities and the stupidity of my dreams and how I should downsize my dreams and live in reality.
One day I will look at you who told me to dream small when I had big dreams, wou unto you when that day comes for one day I will.

One day I will look at you in the eye, you who always told me I will amount to nothing, you who always knew best what my life should be and the scope of things I can achieve and those that are off limits for a mortal like me,
One day I will look at you in the eye and tell you, "look what I have become, look what I made of the reject you downgraded, look what I made of the negativity you always built around me, see, I told you."

One day i will look at you in the eye and tell you, "see your life," I will put my hands inside my pocket so that I show you not a certain finger not that you deserve to be shown,
not that you don't deserve it for being such a jackass but simply because I am above that.
I won't so as not to compete you at your level.

One day I will look at you in the eye and remind you of these words because,
As long as am still moving, even if it is not walking or even if it is a walk that you can't make out if indeed it is a walk or lost staggering,
even if at worse I am not even walking or staggering but is in effect crawling or at worse rolling over on my belly and side and back as life tosses and turns me down this slippery slope,
as long as I am still moving,
keep quiet or if you so chose to speak, get ready for the day I will indeed tell you,
"See, I told you so," for as sure as heaven and hell, I will get there,
so my dear, better watch out as my life happens behind the scenes.
I told you so.

One day, one day I will,
Wou unto you that day.
That day I will slap back and tell you to turn the other cheek,
I will laugh at you and tell you to swallow the bitter pill,
I will step on your toes and tell you not to wince,
Fix you in the shoes I have been and tell you not to raise a finger.
I will put you in an uncomfortable position and ask you not to protest,
I will ask you to be humble and to just accept your fate,
I will tell you to not raise your voice in complain,
I will ask you to keep quiet and speak not about your priceless self dignity.

One day I will, that day I will, One day I will.

#TheMusingsOfAMadMan
#Camistare2018
#TheScreamingThoughsOfASilentPen
#ThePoet