He gallops into my dream every night Carrying sprinkles of stars on his polished armor as though a heavenly knight. He would join me in the waterbed, And we would swim till I hear the morning birds And wake with my pants wet and dripping. But back in reality, he never returns my stare. He [...]
They were beggars Canvassing for votes Just like alms Soliciting for our approval. To get them there, Into their presumed promised land, They promised everything; They promised to serve us. We voted them in. We even paid them salaries. Now we are their slaves, At the suffering ends. The saviours of the people Have now [...]
My brother e-mails me about how, of late, people have cast words like stares that tell him he has not provided well enough for his family; that their financial struggles have been a burden, like rocks in bags on their backs they didn’t know were there. As he passed through the kitchen yesterday, Judge Judy [...]
Shall I tell you of the bad bard whose vices know no known bounds? Shall I drive my quill over the papyrus, to the life of one worse than Loki of Norse? He is the Don Juan of the land’s leading literati, a Hitler wielding welded words in place of the Nazi army. Darling damsels [...]
I never knew my mom and dad. I remember them though. I remember the way they felt, the way they moved, across silicon and light. The way they spoke to each other. Even the way they fought. ~ I remember so clearly how my dad felt the first time he met her. The first time [...]
Who will marry me? Who will marry this smeared calabash on my head? It sort of looks like treasure passed down from my three mothers: one who wore stolen necklaces made of gold plated silver; she learnt to pick locks from strong chains while her father watched the random direction of the wind. The mother [...]
Underneath the heap of rocks and stones a restive but captive stream waits, listening to the hilarious uproar of tumultuous world and of gaudy nature and cries to be a part of them and a heart of their joint incarnation for their vitality and immortality, flowing and cleaning the century-long dumped dirt and garbage, singing [...]
Congo. A bongo. A drum and a joke. A man on his knees with a knife to his throat. Bombing The Congo. A Belgian pastime. Lay out the bodies and dust them with lime. Rubber, Our Mother. A tree leaking gold. Lapping that sap? King Leopold! A song without notes. Dust on the tongue. No [...]
I was set at the very onset of the olden time when history was just born engraving me on a piece of stone, diagonal to the eyes but still straight to touch the universal heart inspiring artists to handshake with me appreciating me a gorgeous part of art God-fearing to touch the dust of my [...]
Something stirred inside Duma. Something dark, restless and wild. It called to her from the depths of the jungle, luring her from a life where nothing ever changed. Her tribe had spent centuries dancing to the same old drum, lulled by the same old songs. But Duma longed for more. “There is nothing more,” the [...]
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