I want to trend
Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend
I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier
I'm tired of the tick tack of the modern switch
I want the moon and stars like life was earlier
I'm done with bulbs which when old start to twitch
I want a type writer to capture what I write in my book
I'm tired of computers where all I do's Facebook
I want to revert to the quiet life of my ancestors
I want the warmth of watching the stars
I want to eat beef steamed in Earthenware
Beef with the touch of smoke and of love and care
I'm tired of the modern meat whose source is never clear
I want a meal served hot on her knees complemented by millet beer
I want a home, a real home with an artful grass thatched house
A traditional home with a hound for me and a cat in case of any Mouse
I'm fed up of the modern roofs which roast as if we're pork
I want an affair that's free of silly social media talk
I want a place she and I can have peaceful evening walks
And her eyes not having to watch out for cars
I want someone simple enough to pride in her scars
Open and proud of her weaknesses,one laughter sincerely chokes
I want someone whose thighs will be warm hidden
Someone who won't dare do the forbidden
Not one who'll go at dusk and return at dawn
I want not a queen for that will make me her pawn
Someone who'll give me a massage,not send me to the parlors
One who's content and natural, not painted in colors
Who’ll together with me do laundry, not a laundry machine
I want someone who'll be contented with the little beard on my chin
I want a life like that of my grand father
Small family, moderate success, a wife who isn't a bother
I want a simple life that will give even my enemies peace
I want Africa; I want a bit of my heritage, just a piece
I want that life frozen in sphinx and sculpture
I want to busk in the glory of African culture

War is what happens when boundaries are breached
And lessons, when bridges worth crossing are reached
Peace is just a beatiful name for cowardice
Death,a thorny and narrow lane to paradise
Love is what happens when two foolish hearts meet
And lust, when two cunning organs perfectly fit
Courtesy is swallowing the crap they pelt at you rather than spit
And maturity's simply not being blamed for ******* a ***
Marriage is the cheapest poison for romance
But preservatives like distance give it a chance

An empty Soul that doesn't bleed
A marble mind that won't wreck
An elastic heart which doesn't break
To fall again, It's what I need

A temper that doesn't fray
Is something for which I pray
Tenacity past the sticks and stones
And an umbrella through the storms

A mind ready for whatever comes
Skills to negotiate past the bends
Stone deaf to rumors by friends
For those are the sunder drums

Eyes blind to indiscretion
A Mouth that will not question
Feet too crippled to walk away
With patience to take it day by day

Amnesia to forget that I am torn
The belief,nothing's cast to stone
Yeah,for me to fall again
I need courage to face and bear pain