Back then, yesterday ago
And even now, today……like right now
She ha(s)d lot of lovers chasing after her
Of which, she still has
Lucky her, so many admirers but has no eyes for none
Aah she exclaimed, I feel for them
But not until I found myself in their shoes
If only I could turn back the hand of time;
an unbroken heart would have been mine

Damn it! She n(ever) dreamt she could be in such ditch
God must be busy then;
Maybe true, maybe false
I would have chosen one before dawn breaks
Just one…… that pampers
But here I am
I grief, lament and worse of all, yearn for my past suitors
They are nowhere to be endowed……they’re gone
Men, guys, folks……maybe boys too
All trooping and going low for me
Oops, that was before
Those pleas, all my life have been
what a damsel I used to be and still am!


She cannot find her pieces now!
All goodies that came chasing her;
into the bin they went
For a mystery has befallen her
And she return dissolved in her tears,
She loved hot but cold has become
a formidable opponent
She has seen enough
My eyes are bruised, again she laments
Too many needless have pricked me
No further will I go
Good or bad
I will not coil back into my old shell
Here, I will be; love-bridge!
I have seen enough
My eyes are bruised


We Love Africa But It Hurts

Yeah Yeah

The Swedish African

A South African woman came by my brother- and sister-in-law’s bakery in Billeberga, Sweden the other day and mentioned that she’d heard of another South African (me) who was flitting about town.

And as the story goes with most South African expats – she proceeded to make a case for why her and her husband had left their disastrous, God-forsaken country and immigrated to 1,100-strong Billeberga, where it’s safe and clean and where life couldn’t be more perfect. A place where people live equally, work hard and leave their front doors open at night.

“We love Africa but it hurts,” she said

The final straw — she told my brother-in-law — came when their young family fell victim to crime – for a second time.

Ja, ja, it’s the same spiel we hear from South African expats the world over but heck! I don’t want to judge her when…

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He hates it.
Waking up every morning to find that old unruly sun,
peeping through his window panes.

He loves sleeping, he knows that but he prefers waking up on his own
and not to a whiny alarm clock or the bright rays of the ol’ sun.
Neither to the brutal sound of Mubsy’s footsteps…….
yes, he does wake him up with that sometimes.
He will sigh as he turns over, still not getting up.
Don’t blame him, He has a lot to think about.
Like his future, his past and oooops!

His dream private jet dilemma
What does he really want to become?
He feels like two human beings…
or spirits are always fighting within him.
One wants him to be gentle and
behaves like how everybody expects him to;
while the other wants him to be a BIT rebellious
and leave home to explore the world.

His brain is always jumble with thoughts.
I wonder what I’m going to do without that private jet
He marvels
what will I choose over it?
He sigh and doze off again.
That’s the fun thing about being a Team Hustler.

The One Great Thing

What Will Be Your One Great Thing?


Again, I asked, what will be your One Great Thing, that when people ask about your legacy or proudest achievement you will love to hear them talk about? Would it be a Child? A perfect Marriage? An Academic achievement? A Value/Philosophy? A Structure? A Business? A Thesis you once wrote? A Product or an Idea that defines you and that impacts those it touches? I’m not talking about canal and short term achievements. I’m talking about something so powerful that will connect you to strangers, with such force that, it knocks them over. I’m talking about your retirement and afterlife stages achievements. Something that will last forever and never wavered. I don’t know if this rings a bell in your ears or not but maybe after digesting mine, you will have a clue in quest to my question.

Well, mine is a craving two contagious things. Actually, I don’t wish for both to happen, one is more than enough but if both does happened, I will thank heavens. The first should be my passion for people. I want it to be memorable in such a way that, it will guide people to helping others. I hope that, by knowing me for even the briefest of time, they will have a better outlook on things. I try to do this every day by demonstrating compassion, telling people the things they are doing well, saying thank you for the little things, and reaching out to those who are in hard places or situations. I don’t know if this will be it or not, but I hope so because, the mark of every mature being is to aspire to live humbly for others.

Secondly, that one great thing could be a Piece of Magic(an Art of Work). Naturally, I love to write. Writing makes me, it’s like a calling(a yearning). Writing is something I can’t do without but even though I have being writing for some time now, I still think I haven’t written anything yet because, until I come up with that great piece(be it an article, a poem, spoken word, story, a novel, you name it), I would not appreciate this gift(call it a talent). I yearn to write a piece that will leave a dint of recognition on me. I mean a Piece that will let the whole world hear of me, not necessarily because they never read a great piece before but because they couldn’t have forgotten it because something meaningful has struck a chord in them. This way, I can proudly say, my art has cross into magic. What I mean is that, when people read my piece, they should be like “wow”, who is this great Author? People should search for me from distance afar because of the content of my Piece. It should be a Piece that will send beauty and gentle caress beneath the toes of people’s hearts, where static pages of that Piece will seem to change to fit whatever I need to hear at that stage in my life. Wouldn’t this be as beautiful as only truth can be?

All of us have this ability. For some, it’s a calling, a need to create that One Great Thing so that they can live beyond their years. Please allow me to add a caveat;  before you ship yours out, take a step back and think, really think about what you want to be your One Great Thing. I have just told you mine. They are the only two great things that can appease my soul.
What, Will Yours Be???