Monday, 17 February 2014

Man 
It was once said that we are borne to violence
That it's all about "can my violence conquer your violence?"
Women say men are wicked, men say likewise... I wonder which party is right.
some of us are just monsters in human flesh they say
But Can I lend you a piece of my mind?
I dispute;
We are all borne into innocence 
Look into the eyes of a baby
Are you not amazed by the beauty God's creation?
Those giggles and sharp cries.
How fragile and harmless he/she is.
Completely Free off sin.
Given to pure naivety and ignorance.
It is true, ignorance is sometimes bliss.
Because sometimes, knowledge and intelligence only increases our stupidity.
But time will soon clothes us
Adorn us with knowledge and wisdom
The foster home we call Society will soon groom us 

Now This is where the segregation of unity begins.

Everybody gets tagged to an affiliation; 
And pledges allegiance to that alliance
Religion, tribe, race, nationality...
Assigned to different social classes
Then we gradually forget that we are one species... From one beginning.
And any subtle difference is enough to ignite a rebellion.
So we hunt our own kind.
And Kill each other... Vegetarian cannibals
We take delight in other's harm
Wars erupt
Invasions loom
Tribal tendencies and Religious differences spread wide 
All because we belong to a different group
Just Because we differ
We differ in color, race, tribe and dialect
We differ in belief and ideology 
The irony: the land we all fight for will soon cover us up.
Nature is filled with so much variety
Because Variety is beautiful
That's why we vary
So that we can appreciate the differences
So that we can share our variations
We are all borne different 
Each individual completely unique
But we are one family... Just distant relatives
As legendary Mandela said "it's our compassion that binds us together"
Are we borne into violence?
Or are we borne to innocence?
I dispute...

Saturday, 8 February 2014

Don't kill

I try
I've tried so many times
It's probably the 1000th time
Maybe I've even lost count
I'm stuck 
I'm stuck in this daily recitation and rehearsal of trying to give life to my dream
Resuscitation probably can't revive this 
My mind is wondering where Glory is wandering 
I'm reeling from something real
And It's killing me
Though I wanna keep the hope alive
I feel like putting a gun to my talent 
And end the madness 
Because they say that insanity is doing the same old thing in repetition
If that's really true, then I'm enjoying the craziness of this competition
I strive! I strive!!
they say hard work pays
Buh I'm wondering why the cheque is coming at a snails pace
Every man enjoys the fruits of their own toil they said
but I'm still in drought season 
Though the prospects are in the hind sight of my blind side
The Lord can open the floodgates of all the avenues to revenues 
From outta something new that I never knew
I'm thinking of putting a gun to my talent and ending the madness
To lay it to rest... in peace 
But the voices in my head won't allow me to live in peace 
"try a little harder", "Just One more time"
Because I'm already addicted
An addiction no detox can flush out
Because the dream won't let me sleep
And the hunger for success keeps me awake
No! I don't wanna feel defeated
There's no job vacancy for quitters anyway 
So I ask myself everyday 
"when will the glory come"
My puny mind can't bear the imagination 
Only God knows... Maybe not today, maybe someday
But I can't say I'll stop trying
I'm stuck! I'm stuck!!
I'm stuck in this daily recitation that better days will seek me while I seek them until we meet at crossroads 
In the end I'm not scared that I'll fail, I'm just terrified I'd regret giving up
So Let me tell the critics and myself 
"don't kill my vim"