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you dislike the kisses I give you
you say no to the rubs on your back
pushing my hand away
pushing me away
pushing my love away

woe to you, I see you now
jumping to the beats of my new Bentley
gnashing your teeth to the screech of my thick rubber
waiting on my love like Godot
I see you man

I see you wanting to be the center
the center that you were
the center that you want to always be
the center that YOU WILL BE NO MORE
Reference: Waiting on Godot by Samuel Beckett
Clenched fist
Paced the little giant about the space
endless body trembles
Chronicles of palm wine infested nerves
What is there in his name?
So much she had stood firm for it
Wanting his love against her kins wish

Offerings to a deity
One that snored with farts
Evil had taken his vision
the first strokes of his cane, the devil’s err
The mighty wrestler had no match
For at the other end stood a damsel
A one in distress
Let me in an unending sleep fall
Let me in this abyss of shame be
For there is none I wish than this

Let your embrace engulf my being
Let my spirit be powerless
Let it float like a weightless vessel

I will not fight this
I will let myself in this tornado
An aimless fire of a weapon

Don’t stop my folly for I enjoy it
Let these muttering sounds escape my unwitty lips
Let it show my emptiness

It feels warmer than imagined
It smells sweeter than flower
It is your arms around me

Warm lips
Mine, hopelessly waiting in anxiety
It is you, it is me, it is everything I wish for

I can't do it, I don't know what to say...
embryos abandoned by narrow-minded chauvinists
became creations that  were left to the vagaries of women
hallowed feminists with their Ankara bags
perfumed head-ties with glittering beads
the sounds of their colliding bangles filled the space
they had no invitation to the platform
but their ways had won a people’s heart

protectors of knowledge
intellectual midwives
the people of the Village of Faces
salute you!
this is a praise poem; powerful women is different from women in power
One more creation was abandoned
Neglected by incapable lads
Flocks to clueless herdsmen
Sheep with feckless purpose
Drooling to episodes of their disgusting chivalry  
Their gold and silver were made of flesh
Trophies of broken women and promises
                        - Foolish sons and uncles

Daughters and aunties are creators
They watch the night like fearless combatants
Between the wretch of men and the future
These women stood like guardians
Ready to take every blow, every curse, all the crap
Just because one more creation will survive
                        - Believing lasses
God created man in His image; I didn't say that, I read it from a book.

— The End —