Melanin and shape

The beautiful Queens,
Are of dark complexion,
Thou shall’nt despise,
For provision is by nature,

Thy perception isn’t a deal,
For truth shall remain,
To make them soar,
To greater heights

Women of charisma,
Our ladies of power,
The black melanin is the power,
Though beauty is upon,
The beholder and his eyes,

At least for now,
Swing your hips both sides to draw haters,
Bend a little and show your curves,
For nature-provided is what matters,

They haven’t a choice than to ogle at you,
But do we too have, than to show off?
Calculate your steps and make sure,
Every step makes what mama gave you tremble,

Artificial isn’t meant to last,
Let thee embrace your natural setting when thou has that time!
Thine is to see you soar,
Thy is to make sure to soar!

Engineer Sam Okuyu
Aton-baah✍ The poet
http://www.wuodnyaks.home.blog

Mama Africa

A letter from Mama Africa

Dear all of you,

Well daughters,
It’s because of you that my back is bent,
Did my best to make you live,
I was married to your father, Asia,
But due to domestic violence we broke up,
I swore that Mediterranean and the read sea shall never allows as be together again,
But I have nothing against my children who resemble him like Egypt, Algeria, they are white, but I love them all

My other children with black complexion like Kenya,
I love you as well,
You resemble your mother,
Somalia my last born is always on my back wherever I go I love him,
But listen and listen carefully…
I hate the fact that my children always fight,
Your are always referred to, by your mother’s name,
And everywhere you go you are always called ‘Africans’
Why don’t you have the love that your mum have always had for you?
I hate the sight of bloodsheds during elections,
Some of you lost their children to whites, to be slaves during the colonial period,
But I always told you, that’s not the end,
We have to fight,
It’s because of the whites that we can’t trace our lineage up to the tenth generation,
But I urged you to keep moving, for I saw freedom at the end of the tunnel,
Didn’t we find it at last??

I provide you with minerals and fish along the coast, isn’t that enough?
Somalia talk to your sons the Alshaabab, and teach them love and respect

I’m bothered, my back is aching because of you,
And you go around causing chaos,
Nigeria warn Boko Haram of the dangers it’s causing
I want to see you smile to each other and hug,
Share and have peace amongst yourselves.
Because maybe tomorrow mum can make you immortal
Yours loving mother,
Africa

® Aton-baah✍ The poet
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The confused orphan

The confused orphan

She slept helplessly on her bed,
His only son by her bed,
Too young for the situations to comprehend,
Her hands outstretched,
Beckoning on the sluggish nurses,

They blindedly pass her,
Not responding to request of hers,
Her son too curious,
Clings to a nurse’s overall,
”mummy is dying”
She feels that shame and hurries to the patient,

She takes her tethescope to get the patient’s pulse,
Oh, it’s too late,
The nurse register a dutiful sad face,
“We’re sorry we lost her,” she says to the little boy,

Our little boy hears none of that,
He breaks into a cry
“I want my mummy”
Was the nurse genuine when she said we lost her, yet she never attended to her?

Dear madam nurse,
Only if you attended to my mum,
I wouldn’t have lost her,
Only if you would have responded quickly, I wouldn’t have remained an orphan,
I was a child of a single mother
Who do I turn to?
All I had was my mum,
Dear madam nurse, why are you always stone-hearted??

Aton-baah✍ The poet
http://www.wuodnyaks.home.blog

If tomorrow comes

If Tomorrow comes

When I got on stage to address the congregation,
I got baffled by the sight of many men in smart business suits,
I pinch myself to get assurance it’s me, Aton-baah,
Who am I to be listened to?
The then son of a loner, son of a peasant
I take the microphone and before I caugh to draw their attention
I reassure myself… “My tomorrow is here”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began,
“It’s not everyday that we have to smile, and neither should we curse our birthdates because of the agony we have,
We really don’t know what made the monkey alight from the tree making the gun-man miss, hence ‘last minute saved a monkey’
But let’s call it fate,
You will never be what you weren’t planned for likewise to know what future holds, so do we call it fate?

I was in tarters the other day, today I’m doing a three-piece, fate
All our efforts to have three meals a day never bore fruit, fate
I assure you you will one day shine like I do,
For every journey begins with a step,

Flashes of camera blinds my eyes but do I have a say?
I come down the podium, and get a few firm handshakes, I am really changed
Not even my past can recognise me,
For if it’s told to go looking for me.. “I never saw him” it shall respond

My brother taps me on the shoulder, “Hey Tony why do you talk to yourself, let’s go to the farm, you should learn to be an early riser”
I coldly look at myself and says, ” So it was just a dream”
But wait… Tomorrow…Tomorrow you never know,
Where there is smoke there is fire

® Aton-baah✍ The poet
http://www.wuodnyaks.home.blog

If tomorrow never comes

If Tomorrow comes

® Aton-baah✍ The poet
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Bitter me 3

Bitter me 3

“Another glass please,”
“Yes another one,
How much have I drunk?
No that’s not enough,
Yes, another bottle,
How much is William Lawsons?
Ooh that cheap, just a 1500 shillings,
Bring more, yes,” says the voice of the Teetotaller

” Hey take a look at him”
” Get him some milk,
He will succumb to that,
He should get relieved,
Carry him outside and let him catch some breath,
Yeah sure, ” the voice of the waiter

” Mr Otiato, the teetotaller,
We both know you can’t overcome this,
You promised yourself never to take alcohol,
But now look at you,
Do you think William Lawsons is drinking water? Hhahahaha,
You made a mistake,
How could you trust her with all your wealth,
Shared with her your bank pin,
Blindly falling in love with her
Now look at you,
Left with nothing,
Nothing except your clothes,
Are you sure to pay the bar bills,
I know you are depressed,
All you want is to drink your brains out,
No wake up from this dream,
She wasn’t made for you,
You can’t get her again,
She is long gone,
Gone and gone forever” says my instincts

“Back to my senses is me,
Yes Otiato the church goer
He who swore never to take drugs hence the teetotaller,
But the depression brewing in me needs another world,
It surpasses what earth can hold,
I need to be in my own world,
Where fantasies and hallucinations is what I know,
I can’t withstand the reality
When I’m back to normal, a voice tells me,
‘Take it, take it, take the rope for just in a second you shall heal the wounds,
For there are only two ways to deal with pain;
Wait for time to heal for time is the master healer of even the deepest wounds or commit suicide.”

® Aton-baah✍
http://www.wuodnyaks.home blog

Lesson of life

Lesson of life

My heart is singing; tears are shed;
I, that was starved, am warmed, and fed —
For love is fire and food and wine,
All comfort earthly and divine.
Now I am living that was dead,
And all that life can give is mine.

Through thick and thin I press,
But coming forth is nothing,
All my efforts are futile,
And so success is doomed

My heart is fretful,forlon and sad
I live in desiring another man’s scope
A tomorrow plummeted dark
I can smile no more
I say smile is a forgone story,
From where does a man get happiness,
I know not the taste of smile from happiness,
And so bitter is my life

My eyes have a haunted look
Like a fountain
Or,an ocean struck by seismic waves
I smile while my heart cries
My heart is black,like soot at dusk
My face is wrinkled from frowns,
My heart is bleeding of bitterness,
But dissilusioned ain’t,
My path is thorned and to and fro isn’t an option,
For both ends aren’t safe,
Despite all these I am pressing
They ask,what hurt you?
Expectations,I answer
I pick up my luggage and stand,
My peace is what I’m going to find.
For I feel,
In one of the few corners,
The corners of life,
Rests my rescue,
My happiness,
My smile,
Where I’ll be relieved of my burden,
But if it’s fate, so be it

Now i know why the world was sad,
With so much good to make it glad;
Why all things loveliest and best
Have stirred vague sorrows in my chest
And sweetest days that life has had
Have vexed me with such vast unrest.

®Aton-baah✍ ft Duncan’s the poet
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Bitter me 2

Bitter me 2

I’m not a bother neither am I blinded,
Studied you enough to describe you all blinded,
My eyes are always wet from my tears,
So you are just devils in disguise,

At last I must admit I am afraid,
I fear you,
He who sees my teary face but can never lend me a handkerchief,
He who can never pat me on the back and tell me it’s OK,
He who waits for my failure and then later backbites me,
He who smiles at me but winks at her friends,

I’m no better than those corps,
I just long to see you feel pity for me,
I know you can’t render me help but I need that pity,

It’s my life I am leading so be it

®Aton-baah✍
http://www.wuodnyaks.home.blog

Bitter me

Bitter me

Dear fellows,
“I have nothing to say” is just a phrase,
Deep down I am wrecked, aching and burning,
Full of bitterness and sorrow,
I am not romantic enough to talk of romance,
Neither am I in love to talk of love,
It’s many times that I have lost trust and love and so be it,

I have a lot to say,
Words spoken from my heart,
I have lived a bitter life, full of pain,
Life torn like a tartered cloth and so is my heart,
Perforated like an experiment tin, to allow the flow of water so is my heart to bleed,
I ain’t at peace with my life,
Betrayals and disappointments are my daily bread,
I lost trust, I doubt if I will trust again,
I lost love, I doubt if I will love again,

This might be my last time putting down pen to paper,
I don’t know when I will come across this world pandemic,
If I die let me do,
But I will die with a torn, wrecked, bleeding heart,
For if I die I will instantly heal, and eventually forget about my worries.

® Aton-baah✍
http://www.wuodnyaks.home.blog

Bitter leave

My love for you knew no bounds,
Sure you were one in a million,
Never flattered me but genuinely said you love me
Oh; sweet was it, sweet as bile
Got me addicted to it like drug
Only to turn out phatastimal love
Taking away part of my heart’s half
The run was long,
Yes long enough but promised ourselves never to tire
But surely did you have to diverge?
I never saw you crossing the road leaving my line

So painful it is, pain with no gain
Like a leaf falling down from mother tree
I’m at the foot, drying up of love
Mine being taken away
The one I thought was mine alone all along
But, turns out that I was much wrong
It was so disguising a sight to see you leave
I was left with no choice than to watch you leave, This tore and ripped my heart apart,
Never to be jointed again
Only to be a history
History of lies that keep each time burning my soul
Broken it is now; like a mirror, no hopes to rejoin
All promises to be buried, deep six feet
Just to stay down here watching the new you with new her around you woo
Pined pain and sorrow to my soul
Due to your love laugh rough award to me

May the promises made to me be fullfilled to her,
Let her trust you and never see the beast in you,
You cassanova, a predator for real,
Don’t wait for long to pounce on another prey for a hunter you are,
Ogling and eyeing the passers-by with lust
Wish she would be perfect to you than I, and to this hunting you hast
For me am only going to leave forever
And if she would stay, let her be for better
Some times we have to pour down water so as to fill the tank again
And here I pour myself, wishing you a safe sail in the love sea.