Of My African Mindset

By unions conjoined, do my words offend thine ears? They should, but amiably I blame the heart of thee, Who confounds to natures rule of law free Of a man with strength that maketh my breath thus flee Look how one kiss, transformeth the sole heart of thine manhood From sweet husband of another, to a lover of friar Despite of matrimonial oaths thus flawed, These be their golden times, they so seem bored Two misplaced souls in a lone lust of cage That seemeth to lead to a path of destruct By Carolyn Gatonye The above is a poem I wrote. Not so long ago. Of a relationship between married people; who are not married to each other. Or just people who cheat(in committal relationships). I wrote it as I wondered, "What makes people cheat?". What really does? Does a person wake up one day and decide, well, tonight am gonna break my vows. Is it the boredom and routine? The "getting used to the same stuff"? A close friend once told me he cheats because the wif

"You looked at her and yelled out, Instantly never thinking of how, That may have made her feel. Did you ever stop to think that she, Dressed like that because of how it Made her feel?...." The poem reads in part. When I first read this poem, I said to myself, "oh jeez number one culprit of judgement". You see, am always judging people. I will make a comment in mind of how a woman has dressed,make a face and go "whatever" when someone looks at my legs. I have never really taken time to ask myself why a person is how they are. Am sure the throne of judgement gets sat on by each one of us..on a daily basis. Do you cringe when you see people kiss or hold hands in public? Whisper words like, "braggers", "she will get dumped". Do you find yourself laughing at a fat person and quickly judge her? "consequences of french fries", "how does one get that fat? Wasn't she checking?". Or when you see a man in sweat s

This is a piece I wrote back in 2010. When the love for the environment was a task I knew was something we can all achieve if we set our minds to. I I dreamt, A simple black dream Where the land lay bear Frosted with heat and dust, Thorny bushes crotched on the rocks, The southern wind hushed any roaming dark cloud Old women trotting the dusty roads Their cheeks peered in to meet their eyes’ sockets And a feeble little hand came to grab me, So I screamed…. Whoops…, thanks God, twas just a dream II And immediately I glanced to the coast And the waters burst the shores Where one Shimo La Tewa once set root And now, the kids played no more And had made the palm trees a sudden haven of refuge So again I screamed… A frightening cry Whoops AGAIN…, thanks God, twas just a dream! III So I forced my eyes to look West Where I saw fish gulping for air The lake a diminishing form fathomed by none And little malnourished boys looked with droopy eyes Their eyes the hue of the scorching sun Wh

8th March: International Women's Day, For the strong females in our society, The ones that made us be, The mama that carried us for those boring, agonizing, nauseating nine months For her that works hard for her children The ever good example to her daughters To her that never tires And on her shoulders bears the pains, regrets, tears and yet she stands To the loving woman she is growing up to be The little girl she once was Cheers to you A woman of worth and substance Coz its through you that the world is made light And through your eyes, we all make light Cheers to my mama, Cheers to my loving sister, Cheers to our little (Angel) daughter!

Road to Gandolfo is a fictional book by one Robert Ludlum. One of those classic pieces my dad keeps telling me to read. I have never read it. And the bugger words are always stuck in my mind. I have never read it probably because its about a guy in the army. Well dont quote me wrong. But anything about the army and war stories, I sure do detest. Well, you see, I have lived half my life(I still got nine lives like that cat in my head)with army jargon. Well, anyway, after crying half my tears out while watching "Pearl Harbor", I swore never to watch any army stuff again...thus the book! I always cry like a child. The ongoings in CAR(Central African Republic), Serbia, Somalia...eishhhh spare me the agony. Thank you very much, am cool being a civilian. So till now, I have no clue where the road to Gandolfo leads to. Well, I might as well google, but, naaa, I don't want to spoil my suspense. You see, I love my books. The smell of printed papers in a hard cover is one thin

I once (as a little girl) read a sad piece from a book, "If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again" by Chief Dan George or by Diana Loomans. Am not exactly sure who wrote it. But the piece was special...gives a detailed account of a parent's regrets. It read in part.... "... If I had my child to raise over again, I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less. I'd do less correcting, and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less, and know to care more...." And it goes on and on.... Do you sometimes look back at years passed and regret things not done?...look back at lost years and be like, "God, where did my youth go to?" or "What the heck did I do with my life?" I think that statement hits many of us once in a while. Does it ever hit you how time flies when we totally do nothing? I thank whoever wrote that piece. For from it, I learnt to set small goals and achieve

For the love of the poems I wrote a very long time ago. Had to chuck this that showed that no matter what, what you write will always be forgiven..so take that pen, ink and paper...and scribble all those darn words that make you edgy,..and after a while, you will heal...and no one will judge you. Blame it on the poetry! *************************** So I fill my pen with filth Dress of new so he pays my bill I take your spouse and drive him to his fill Then give you a smile and don’t care how you feel? Don’t call it lust or rot, Call it satire… Coz am forgiven, am simply a poet So I hide beneath the veil of religion, Skeptic at the very sight of a virgin with son So what if I put no cloak at the pulpit And maybe take pork on a Friday mosque turret? Don’t call it a curse or a kafir in scorn Call it simile, Am in Rome and am like the Romans… So I prefer my solitude to your fake prayers, Think that God is a chauvinist and should be female, So what if I hate politics,

I walk out tiptoeing, The filth of yesternight fresh in my skirt, But he just looks and stares, As if am a goddess in hell- Misplaced and confused, Am the culprit of a 5min love('energizing', he calls it) With a lover that will never call Or who just cant remember my f*****g name

Feel like one of those days that you just want to take a warm cup of coffee, curl up in bed and read those old lines you wrote while young? Well, I do feel this all evenings. Thought should share a little with the world..a poem I wrote with one friend..a one Steve Biko,some five years back. Here goes... I My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? II I know not my lord Why of a love so true be so in thus pain What more cold would thus be If mine heart knows what love be? What wonder my lord would enchant my soul thus now? III What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. IV Or how comes it that your exceeding heat Is not allayed by my heart-frozen cold, Why thus burn in boili

Today looks like a perfect day to die. I always say that. Last time I updated my facebook status with such words, I was greeted with funny comments. "Don't joke with death","Such words are not good" and then there was another, "Just die". That was funny. I wasn't fishing for any pity reactions, I just thought it was just a beautiful day...a day that both good and evil can co-exist in peace. Which mind you, it never really happens, one persons joy is always another persons misery. Today is one of those days. I just feel that the hollow void I feel today has someone feeling happy in the next room. Most times I think we tend to fear too much of things that we have no control over. Sickness, pain, loss, regrets..they all do happen anyways. And when they do, others may seem to have it good.. I sure don't give a crap about things I cant control..mostly death. We lose people we really love..we ask questions, we blame God..then we forget the littl