Friday, 12 May 2017

Letter to my father 2

Your love was more important than seeing me sad
And this kind of makes me mad

As I growl in pain again
I try to find some sunshine in this rain

I think of all the love and life I’ve had to let go
Just because you couldn’t say no

I took to wine
Because the one I love can’t be mine

Drugs have become food
Just like the hospital is now my hood

Death may come knocking anytime
I’ve watched those like me die in their prime

Didn’t you just wonder
How bad it could be for a sickler?

I heard there’s a friend
Who can be with me till the end

I’m waiting to get some light from him
Because mine is going dim

P.S: This isn't a sequel to the previous post. They are all my random thoughts! Feel free to share your thoughts on any of the posts as well.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Letter to my father 1

It’s disheartening
That you walked away like we don’t mean a thing

I wanted to have a daddy
I wanted mummy to be someone’s lady

I watched her hustle day and night
She ensured lack was out of my sight

She said you guys used to be in love
Is there really a thin line between hate and love?

I know she’s made of good stuff
I wonder why she was never enough

I grew up so fast
Believing tough times won’t last

Your baby girl is all grown
She learnt to do things on her own

While she patiently waits for a king which you never were to her
She’ll forever embrace the love and strength of the king woman that raised her

Friday, 28 April 2017

It's easy

It's easy to sit and assess those working on the field
It's easy to do nothing and criticize those brave enough to take a step

It's easy to judge what you don't take time to understand
It's easy to throw shades at people you know nothing about

It's easy to condemn what you don't have
It's easy to hate someone when you don't even love yourself

Chain thoughts

You can’t give what you don’t have
You can’t have what you don’t acquire
You can’t acquire what you don’t desire
You shouldn’t desire what you know nothing about

Opinions and reality

So I’ve told you what I see when I look at you
And you’ve heard what they said about you

But what have you told yourself?
And who do you think you are?

Saturday, 11 March 2017


I’m looking at this broken man
But all I see is a boy
An intelligent boy with big dreams

I’m staring at this confused man
But all I see is a boy
A confident boy, so full of life

I’m eyeing this lost man
But all I see is a boy
An innocent boy I once knew

Thursday, 2 March 2017

A hole in the face

Running like tap
Stabbing like knife

Saying the unseen
Slaying the unheard

Mouth untamed
Words unseasoned

Wednesday, 1 March 2017


I once went on a journey to a place
A place I had fantasized about for some time
For some time, it was like one of those dreams
Those dreams that actually become reality

As I journeyed back, I was thinking
Thinking about my experiences
My experiences about how dreams could turn out to be nightmares
Nightmares that steal our fantasies

I once read a book
A book I loved so much
So much I hoped it would never end
Never end like the regular ones

As I read the last line of the book
The book became an eye-opener to a fact
A fact that everything beautiful and ugly, has a beginning and  an end
An end somewhere in the future
The future that could just be a minute away