It had to
be you I'm sure.
But i dare you
to leave,
for the love in
your heart won't
let you go away.
But once I love you,
would you stay
forever.
This love and
what I feel
is not a
casual encounter.
I am a
prisoner of love.
It's definitely divine
and deeper than
you think or
imagined.
For the fire
of love is
burning within
your heart
to sift you.
In your lost,
you found yourself.
I want to
disappear too and
be found with you,
for you conquered
your loss.
For the rainfall
must finally find
it's way to the
sea at last.
You are a sigh of
relief gone forth
to ease my
heart of the
pleasure of the
pressure of finding you.
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The words we
uttered are from
the letters of the
alphabets of the
spirit meant to
bring solace and
sanity into the
affairs of man.
To combine one
letter with the
other two or three
alphabet is to
form the words
flowing through the
door of our mind.
Words are powerful
spells that help
alleviate stress of
confusion and bring
order into what
our mouth utters.
I know myself
in my words.
I don't look for
myself in the
middle of the
darkness of the
words that flows
out of my soul,
for the words
turned and
become light when
they come out
of the darkness
of the heart.
It was dusk,
with the rosy clouds
dotting the western
sky after the rain.
The glow of
one warm thoughts
is to me worth
more than money.
No man jokes
with his inner peace.
He opens his
mouth and words
come out.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Set the alarm
Lock the doors
Lock the windows
Lock the shutters
Find the cricket bat – “put it by your bed”
Say goodnight to mom and dad

Although young, not naïve
I knew every night had the possibility of being my last

A routine that is now muscle memory.

Fear –
You may think
But life –
Normal for me.

Wake up
Turn off the alarm
Unlock the doors
Open the windows
Open the shutters
Put the cricket bat in the cupboard

Never being able to be left alone at home. Unwillingly dragged from store to store.

But – that’s the thing –
People don’t know the real Her,
They know the exquisite scenery, the unforgettable wildlife
They don’t know… But I do.
Because She is my home
Because being in constant fear for my life –
is normal.

Confused –
What do I tell people about Mother when they ask?
The person who raised me, taught me how to be grateful, how to ride a bike,         how to love.
Do I tell them? Will I scare them?

Although hidden beneath the tyranny – I would say –
the bloodshed
the faces of malnourished children left for dead on the side of the road the poverty struck soil the corruption      the greed the hunger the death the separation of class and race

Although a place feared –
Africa.

My Africa –
Whose sunshine you feel ignited in your soul
My Africa –
Whose smile is irresistibly contagious
My Africa –
Whose heart lies in the grassy terrain
The golden dunes of sand
The never-ending mountain tops
My Africa –
Who is the heart of various people
           cultures
   languages
          All who call Her home.
She is –
Where my heart lies even if I am thousands of miles away
Where my mind wanders from day to day.

Her air, instantly calls you
Her smell, instantly smelt
Welcoming you ever so dearly –
      Home.

Like all good mothers,
She is the one who can handle both the tranquil and turmoil,
the love and war.

She is my home. She is who I fear of disappointing.

My Africa –
is beautiful.

you keeping looking at me
like I'm someone else

you're going blind
let go of my hand

I dream
impressive dreams on your couch

slept a 5 am
didn't hear you coming in

feels like I'm the chosen one
I hear the earth cry
the trees are falling asleep

am I the only thing on fire
in this freezing winter

"Having someone doesn't mean ****"

"The loneliness doesn't go away with someone sitting next to you"

"If someone says they 'love you' it doesnt make you love yourself"