How fast a vegetable heart can perish?
A toddler growing like a seed of corn
Planted on a fertile ground
So cherished,
Like a man after the king's heart.
Not knowing nature has a different plan against him
Or men of the underworld are strongly against his being
And too desperate to shower unending tears on her fresh mother's smiling cheeks
He was stolen away by death.

I can't forget that dark scaring night
Where all the heavenly bodies were dead asleep.
The echoes of his granny shout still live in my head
A shout she made like she just realised she has been praying into deaf ears
The prowess of which I plucked him off my mother laps to my chest
Still baffles me
The race we ran to the empty darkness outside
Reminds me of the speed of a certain Bolt from Jamaica.

In prayers, speed and tears
We continue our race to a center for health care
Too much fluid is lost, the doctor summited and aided us to continue our race for more competence.
Competence often too difficult to find in this part of Africa.
To cut it all short, competence was found
Treatment was made
Praises bell began to ring in our hearts for we thought he was already saved.
Yes, the next morning, he moved, smiled and uses hands to play!
But the noon that follows the whole story changed
And the ceremony of mourning began.
His spirited effort wasn't enough and he had to leave us,
No, he was jealously taken away from us
Just weeks before his first year birthday.

The stain of his tears still lives on my mother pillow
Reminding her that she was a grand mother for eleven months and a week ago.
His happy face still stand in a picture at a corner of her mother mirror
Recalling the fact that she has lost a gem to the world of ghosts.
His father striving to remain a man as he pushes to get loans
To pay up his medical  bills from family and folks even from supposing foes.

The pain of his departure never cease to add Bitter sound to my heart beat,
Though forgotten how cute he was when he was alive
But I never fail to remember how cute he became in dead indeed.
His demise was a script Unseen,
Till date it remain a prank to me.
Amidst all the experiences I have been forced to face
This is one of the scripts I wish it was never written nor played.

Don't blame me
That I barely write love poems
You know poetry is emotional expression
And I'm just a lone poet
Barely in love long enough for such a romantic inspiration.

Don't blame me
That I barely talk about love
I live where roses don't grow
And butterflies feed on corpse.

Don't blame me
That I'm not too religious
Wars have been fought
Here so many times sake of that word
And I'm trying to prevent it from extending is fellowship into my thoughts.

Don't blame me
That I'm looking older than my age
More older than my mates
It is because I was born in a haste
Live  in a maze
Surviving on maize.

Don't blame me
If I'm not what you wish me to be
Or not where you want me to be
I'm just another person
striving to be different.

Don't blame me my friend
If I don't call
Or don't longer answer your calls
I'm trying to stop lying to you
Out of pride
That I have become what I used to brag that I will be.

Don't just blame me
If you still don't know my true me
Or how I truly look and feel
It might be because you like reading my words
Without attempting to read me.
So next time you want to blame me
Put yourself in my shoes
And tell me how it feels to be me.

Thumbs up to me
At least for a sweet Victory.
I never knew it pays to be different
Until I started paying attention to other things
A one decision that is about to kick start my life
Was the same I never wanted to look in the eye.
Somebody should have couched me better
That not all that seems better really matters.
I never knew I was that bad driver I never blamed,
It never occur to me that I was the one taking my destiny on a clock journey in faith,
I was that darkness that made my glory to shine vain,
It was my fault that my progress has been tortoise walking
How foolish I have been for not understanding ethos of times and seasons.
Forgive me dear fate,
You shouldn't have been blamed, I'm sorry.
Sorry for regretting why I was  created with you
Sorry for always accusing you
For all the woes I had put us through.
I have been a child indeed
A child too milky to recognise opportunities
A child too narrow minded to take a walk into chances.

Now my heart has grown
Grown enough to see two side of a coin on a spot
Grown enough to pry deep into bottom pots
Grown enough to pluck fruits from trees without a sickle
Yes I'm grown enough to make others grow into father figures.
I can now beat my chest that I'm becoming a man
No, I'm now a man!
Through my resolute mistakes, I had learned to bear more than a plan
After a long bare footed walk on thorns
I can now say patient dogs don't longer eat the fattest bone
Time don't wait for those who don't fight for their turn
Only fools still wait to see their shoes sizes before trying their legs in the available
Only lame minded people hate to grow to be dependable.
Thumbs up to me again
Just like in all human beings
I have found the key to all I need
Right inside of me
Finally my life is about to begin.

I have been in the moon
In search of love all noon
Searched through deserts
Even through garden of Eden.
I have Searched beneath the sea
Travelled wide even to overseas
Still could not find love.
I went to Vatican
Even to Mecca
Driven through the romantic sites of Paris
Bath in the Brazilian beaches
Flown across the Atlantic
Pitched my tenth for few days on the Antarctic
Spend some more on the arctic
Still I saw no love.

All I saw was lust
Angels with broken hearts,
Rotten roses,
Withered lilies,
Death faiths and monsters on beautiful faces.
I saw bullets in church offering boxes
Just wedded on number plates of ambulances.
I saw wars in diversity
Pain and mourning crowding all cities
The devil celebrating the dead of peace.

I saw three wise men
Where went love, I asked them
They said love has been nailed on the cross
Buried with trust
They are heading to Galilee
To await his return.
I followed with dreams
I met many returning with smiles of frustration
From where I was going with pregnancy of expectations.

We arrived to the scene
Like a nightmare, I witnessed higher sins
I saw men taking pleasures with men
Some with animals, some women with women.
Gun everybody walking sticks
People feeding on people flesh
With human blood the thirsting ones quench their thirst.

Is this where love is expected to return?
The wise men retorted,
Yes, the saints have been raptured
And his seven years  reign has just began.
Then in a flash, I remembered that I have been taught
Taught about this dreadful end
I had also taught kids
Under trees at nights
Just to threaten them to live right.
What I thought was a mare threat or a fallacy
Has been awaken against my fate in reality.
Oh! We are among the leftovers
Left to reprove ourselves or be doomed forever.

Walking with weak words
Prying through the tall walls
Celebrating what not worth celebrating
Right on the throne, up on our mountain.

A coin taken by the stem worth,
But when it involves the sky, it is not.
Fingers pointing to the corners
While the main stream flows stronger.

Food for the queens none for the soldiers
Maybe this is a termites' world.
Again, the leaves, the fresh ones will drop
And the chapter will continue to sour on.

Expectations when their is a change of crown
A sweet mistake it would be called at last
For the same sweat will refuse to unmasked
Hm! tiger goes, lion follows, we remain in the clouds.

The same old shame continues to travel in cycles
Winds of the Heavenly, we still wish for a miracle!
We wish for only oily foreheads to get our banners
But still I wonder if any is ***** to rebirth our corners.