Archive | September 2013

Mirage

You look back wondering about what you lost

For a minute your plate was full and overflowing

Love and affection dripping all over your hands

But you stared into the distance longingly

The mirage was appealing from a distance

You did not even suck on the drips of excess love

Now it has all gone to a painful waste

So you look back but sorry I am

All the goodness you once had.

When a man feels

This is one of my favorite poems from a friend of mine on twitter whose handle is @Amegaxi. I have added all his details at the end of the poem so you can follow him. This is a guy who writes amazing poems that I can only dream of emulating. He is also a satirist and is full of humor. I just love how he writes and yet he downplays how good he is.

When a man loves;

It is fierce, burning, self-sustaining,

He will defy the gods to keep them safe,

Those he loves,

He lives, dies for them,

Loyalty leaping from a devoted soul

And he calls them,

Comrade, Brother, Sister, Friend.

When a man truly loves a woman;

The passion; explosives,

Like volcanoes ejaculating magma,

Let nothing stand in his way.

When a man loves a woman,

He becomes a poet,

For his heart speaks not mere words,

But sacred oracles,

Cultured Conversation Cascading from confounded lips,

And he calls her,

Angel, Queen, Dear, Woman.

When a man cries,

‘tis rare,

Each pain filled tear speaks, a dead language,

The reason you couldn’t comprehend his pain,

And when they hit the Ground,

Mother Earth captures her son’s anguish,

Pure petrified precious pain,

And that’s how diamonds are formed.

When a man’s heart breaks,

Miles away it’s heard and called thunder,

His heart develops infinite fault lines,

And when it tries to heal itself,

It calcifies at each crack, Jaded,

Like it gazed upon a Gorgon,

And you call him stone hearted.

Or;

It just might crumble,

Despairingly disintegrating into dreary dust,

It leaves a void,

Then you call him heartless.

When a man hates,

It explodes,

Charring all it touches,

It leaves none in its wakes,

The heavens darken at the frown on his brows.

It implodes,

Quickly receding,

Till all that is left is a black hole,

Effectively existing in emptiness,

No more does it burn,

So you call him indifferent.

So forgive him,

For being,

Too jaded to love,

Too weak to cry,

Too hardened in pain,

Too empty to care,

Too tired to fight,

For when a man really feels,

When he loves, cries, hurts and aches,

It is,

Undivided, consuming, almost self-destructive,

Tales in a thousand tongues can’t tell it well enough.

WRITTEN BY:  Efodela  @Amegaxi

Blogs:  Poetry:  Efo Dela’s Ars Poetica

Blog: http://efodela.blogspot.com

If I had the nerves

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Communication is an important means by which we interact with each other and this act has the ability to unite or divide us. Some people have been known to be good orators and are able to raise passions either for a good cause or a negative one.

Growing up I have learnt that the way one speaks can either justify what they do or make them look guilty. Your choice of words during a debate can impact positively on what you say thereby convincing people about the ideas you are “selling” to them even though it might not be the best of ideas.

Enough of that said, there are days where we just want to say exactly what we are feeling without any diplomacy or with no consideration to who we are speaking to. We have all felt that at a point in our lives either towards our family, bosses, friends, colleagues and sometimes total strangers who offend us.

We all know life cannot be lived that way, we cannot selfishly go round hurting people with our words because as the saying goes in my local language “people are sweet even though we don’t eat them”. Meaning that fellow humans help to spice up our lives and make it special either directly or indirectly.

Let me share with you what I sometimes want to say during those days when you want to be brutal with words but yet end up playing the diplomacy cards.

If I had the nerves

This is what I really want to say                                        This is what I end up saying

Whether I am married or not is none of your business          when the time is right I will be married

I don’t feel like talking to you because you are a hypocrite    I really don’t feel like talking today

Your argument is plain stupid and does not make sense      I don’t agree with you at all

I don’t want you as a friend                                                          why not we can be friends

My friend does not love you so move on                            my friend is just playing hard to get

You have put on too much weight                                it is not that bad; it’s just a little weight

I don’t want to give you my phone number            I am uncomfortable giving my number to strangers

I think you are someone I would like to date           in a scenario like this I say nothing at all (WINK)

Full Moon

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It is almost the sign of cheerfulness

As it illuminates the whole village

Everything comes to life instantly

 

The energy sips into our souls

And the whole village response

We sing our hearts out our chest

We dance the energy out our souls

 

We sit in a large circle of family

As little toes are curled beautifully

Waiting for the stories from the web

 

It is the African spider man

He seeks not to save us

But he teaches us morals of life

With the sparks from the fire

We listen the night away     

 

My Mothers Daughter

It was to be that I will arrive

But with sunshine and not dew

For when the savannah sun

Stood high above the skies

With fierce persistence

I arrived with a loud cry

 

It was told I arrived into

The hands of family

And she held me first

I was the joy of the moment

Everybody wanted to hold

And to put an identity

To my head and future

 

To her I was Sheila

And yet to my parents

I was Leilatu

And to the fragile Ima*

I was Bataniwe

 

There was no doubt

All these names stood

For no one would back down

I am Sheila Leilatu Bataniwe

Sheila: Heavenly. Musical. Blind  

Leilatu means “Night beauty”

And Bataniwe means

Look up to God   

 

*Ima: is a popular name for grandmother in the Northern part of Ghana