Prized Liquid
Water was the one thing
that so filled the earth
since its foundation.
It roofed the fascia of the deep
from hoary time to the dividing.
The ubiquity of this liquid
during ancient times
was nothing of remark.
Man came into the scene,
the story began to
steadily alter and
this change didn’t have
a unique term till now.
The earth’s climate has
been altering to this day.
Experts call it ‘Climate change’.
In a city called Bamenda,
water dearth has rocked
households leaving even
the opulent in grave angst.
In another town, Magdar,
water’s affluence smashed
homes with oodles of fatalities.
Water is precious?
Yes, it is treasurable!
However enormous risk
is involved once it’s ubiquitous
Yet absence of it can’t be endured.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler,
whoever is led astray by it is not wise.
A strong desire for it has swept the unwise.
It extracts the moisture in a man with ease,
And leaves him frustrated with distortions.
Too much alcohol stings like a viper to ****
The end product is a walking corpse ascertained,
All in the name of a man or a father still.
Smoking is hardly absent when alcohol is concerned.
They are killer brothers with one mission; to ****
I met this old man at wake-keeping grounds,
He has made the killer brothers his associates.
As habits, he drinks and smokes passionately.
All night long, he drinks and smokes unceasingly.
Nothing else interests him, but his old habits only.
This routine has left him with much to regret.
At fifty, already with visual impairment,
Only a staff gives him stability and movement.
Apart from his old habits; his achievement,
He bows as one praying, but remains sleeping.
An old habit it is said hardly dies.
Easily soaked in drinking and smoking arts,
The devil has now blinded his own eyes
So he shouldn't see the considerable repercussions.
Drinking plus smoking have become his modus operandi.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
There’re times I pause,
And ask for the cause,
Of the way I feel inside.
As I ponder for insight,
About my status quo,
I realize no liquor
Had by me been drunk,
That could take me a rung
Down my happiness level.
Then I purpose to shovel
Mine self to the top most
Height in the midst
Of the those who thought
They could make me fraught.
Oh! There’s no cause to feel bad
Reason why despondency I discard.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
It is the voice all seek to hear
The voice the beckons listeners
Not for its loudness anyway
But for the authority it carries
The station ID played on
The man with the voice sat
The jingle was soon on
Listeners expected the voice
The jingle sunk, the voice thundered
“Good morning, here is the news…”
It was indeed the beloved voice
I, like others were relieved at last
For the voice behind the mic
Brought the news to us in fashion
It kept us abreast with happenings
All along something in it said ‘Listen’
Passersby are hauled by the voice
Of the man of unusual charm & panache
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Reluctant to Obey destiny’s call,
The voice from within me re-echoed
Loud as never to ignite mine passion
To in me trigger an avid obligation
Write on was the command
I looked around keenly to see
From whence came the urge
Before long I realized that
The scary charge was within
Write on without hesitation
Then I knew there was a task
Gigantic in nature waiting
I cogitated on how to initiate
And realized it was pragmatic
Write on the time is now
The command again came to me
The urgency of the task ahead,
Was in it undoubtedly spelled out
And now am left but with one thing
To start writing on as commanded
Write on for there is inspiration
Pages never can contain the fountain
Of knowledge lying latent in you
Dare to take the golden pen to
Your thoughts & imaginations pen down
And be so much amazed at the outcome
Which to many shall be a resource
I reached out for pen & paper
Pondered a while to receive inspiration
Affixing pen on paper I began to write
As I dare took the challenge insight abounded
My pen had became unstoppable
My ink flew unceasingly to document facts
I sort to halt and rest but no way
Passion to finish the task had consumed me
I wrote on what should become masterpiece
If I had ventured to stop the call
The volumes of wisdom would exist not
For eternity would have me swallowed up
Knowledge in me would have been wasted
If I never heed to the call to write on
The cemetery would have grown richer
With my joining those who refused to write on.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
We yelled and staggered on
We stumbled and many fell
Detained in the perplexity
No respite as danger pursued
The ordeal ensued when
In the midst of clout struggle
The insurgents took up weaponry
Determined to surmount a dictator
That morning bewilderment originated
Helter-skelter we escaped for safety
Sad enough bullets out ran some
Especially as cross fires existed
We saw our Kinsmen reach for the ground
As though caught only with fatigue
But bullets indeed penetrated some
They lay motionless as we lurched on
Struggling to God knows where,
We knew not our course
No worst thing existed for us
Like the cross fires we were trapped in.
One by one we began to die that day
Randomly death swallowed us up,
While power mongers persisted
Fired projectiles missed targets for us.
We ran frantically in seek for safety
Recognizing us as restless victims,
The insurgents mercilessly began to
Extinct us with great delight
‘No one is surviving the assault
What do I do?’ I pondered hastily
‘Shall we all face our demise this way?
No, I’ll live’ I determined
Kinsmen had long fallen to rise no more
This fact gave me impetus to survive
To live and tell the story of the cross fires
History of the fallen most be told to posterity
Inspiration came to me at once
I unyieldingly fell down as one lifeless
Spilled, oozing blood entwined me
The killers shoot till no one stood
Everyone lay motionless in a stack
I lived however not too sure yet
The cross fires persisted for long
That at one point I envied my kinsmen
Finally, calm was reluctantly returning
The government militia advanced
The insurgents had not a choice
But to retreat in dread of superior artillery
We had unfortunately advanced towards
The insurgents that we became the target
Of the artillery that was meant to shield us
Blames on the wrong tactics by the militia
Abounded as calm was retained in days
But I had a story to tell of the cross fires.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
We rocked and rolled
We danced and jumped
Music played on for all
Ecstasy gripped the jiffy
As we all in one accord
Like the sheep on hillside
Reached for the rhythm
Dance steps synchronized
To say rehearsals were rigorous
But the passion for such a rhythm
Was secrete for the unusual dance
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC