IS IT HOME HERE

IS IT HOME HERE

IS IT HOME HERE

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the world where there used to be

Colourless smiles and good music,

Is it the place where we used to dance

When around bonfires there was no fence,

When the elders were telling their tales

For the Future to exhale;

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the village where the soil was green,

The house where a man was a king

As up and high as the sun,

As brave and proud as strong,

When his voice could break any curse,

When the nature praised his course;

Is it home here

Is it home here

 

Is it my home here,

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the land where Mum was born,

Where she could farm despite fever and sunburn

In those times of proud dresses

Flowing from queens to princesses,

When crowns were made of pure stones,

When any single chair was a throne;

 

Is it my home here

Is it the place called everywhere,

Is it the realm of family,

The world I used to call Harmony,

The ground where flowers would play

Happy and healthy each day…

Is it my home here,

Is it the hand men used to share.

 

RAY NDEBI

 

About the Author

My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.

I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.

 

 

PIERCING ARROWS

PIERCING ARROWS

Piercing Arrows 

These are friends of mine
I don’t go in
I go out
Out of their private lives
Out of their selfish desires

This one is Christina
A journalist
She is gem
A lady of class
She is very religious
Don’t mind what you heard
Between her and the pastor
Of Rutherene Church down the road
They just like each other
But question the finance minister
Who comes to her place on Saturday nights

Selfish thoughts

Selfish thoughts

Oh! Meet Julian
A Shopkeeper at Wulian
Remember that suit mommy wore
At my Graduation
She bought it from there at discount
Everyone thinks she is heaven sent
And I must not lose her
But one day I will
For real
Imagine, she insists we go clubbing on friday nights
Get intoxicated by those disco lights
Then what??? What?? Tell me

Yes! You’ve seen her before
She is so cute, is she not?
That’s Talia
redoing her M.S.C.E
They told her it’s the  only way
she can make it to the bar
No no no no…as in BAR
Nothing great is easy you know
She just have to cut down on pills
And abortions
They will escort her to the grave
as young as she is

Ehem! And Triza as well
She is still in college
Working hard to become
What she is becoming
I love her the most
Still got to deal with her rage
It sucks at times
And not good for her profession

It is all mine!

It is all mine!

These are friends of mine
I don’t go in
I go out
Out of their private lives
Out of their selfish desires

(By me, The God Centered Poet)

 

About the Author

Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary for the Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ, in heavens wing.

 

THE FUTURE

THE FUTURE

THE FUTURE

The Golden Bells ring,
The beautiful birds sing,
The future smiles on an Eagle’s wing,
Ready to coronate a King,

 

Long before the prince learnt a rhyme,
Sages told him the worth of time,
If valued brings more than a dime,
Never to live a life like a pantomime,

 

Time fades away like a lightning,
Time flies without resting,
Time moves without complaining,
Time presents the cake of the future with an icing,

 

Ashes of past glories blown by the wind,
Beams of dreams flood the mind,
Sheaves of knowledge gather in a bind,
Rays of vision so hard to find,

Look into the future

Look into the future

 

Plans to nurture,
Pieces of inspiration forming a big picture,
Building a strong foundation so sure,
Knitting a fabric of integrity so pure,

 

Remove the garment of mediocrity,
Chase the FUTURE with alacrity,
Gird your loin with the belt of chastity,
Until the FUTURE becomes a reality,

 

WAKE UP!!!
THE FUTURE is not in the distant lands of the immortals,
The FUTURE is for those who will prepare for it,
The FUTURE is here,

 

Here comes the FUTURE,
With decorous smiles to allure,
With edifying words to cure,
With fangs of pruning to endure,

 

Here comes the FUTURE,
With a mandate to fulfill every day,
With a goal to achieve every minute,
With a blessing to share every second,

 

The FUTURE COMES,
Anxiety beckons,
The cloud of uncertainty gathers,
The rain of nemesis rumbles,

future 2

The Future is here

 

THE FUTURE COMES,
For the prepared,
For the hardworking planters of destiny,
For the focused prince fit to be called a KING,

 

THE FUTURE COMES,
With a crown to coronate kings,
A seal of excellence with a signet ring,
A ticket to ride on an Eagle’s wing,

The FUTURE IS HERE!!!

P.S.: This work was inspired by two great quotes which are: “The future starts today, not tomorrow.” – Former Pope Of the Catholic Church, Pope John Paul I & “We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims.” – American Engineer, R. Buckminster Fuller.

Prepare for your FUTURE NOW

© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji 

 

About the Author of THE FUTURE

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

 

THE FUNERAL OF BEAUTY

THE FUNERAL OF BEAUTY

THE FUNERAL OF BEAUTY

My eyeballs retracted back into its socket like the antennae of a snail hitting an obstruction, goose bumps surfaced on my skin like raindrops on a shiny surface, compassion gripped my heart as it began to shed tears. I shuddered and trembled, this definitely was not because of fear but I was rather overwhelmed by a gust of sympathy.

The polished surface was creased with flakes of dirt and fragments of soot trapped beneath the horizon. Fire kissed the surface with its lethal venom spitting scars like a viper. The surface gave way to intense heat and lost its once adored status to the brutal flames. Two weeks ago, it was shining like a refined gold attracting the attention of all and sundry. Men wanted to touch it and ladies prayed all night for one.

And the beauty died

And the beauty died

 

Though we exchanged pleasantries and she had spent close to five minutes in the cab, my eyes groped around trying to steal a closer look at the degree of skin burn she suffered. I was lost in the pool of pity and compassion; both my probing eyes and melancholic voice kept saying “sorry” to the beautiful damsel. She was a young beautiful fair-complexioned lady with large eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. I had been staring at her legs and thighs which were covered with fresh wounds sustained from a fire accident. The fairness of the skin was ridden with spots and torn apart by the heat. The only word I could utter was “sorry” until she alighted from the cab.

I saw the fleeting deceit of beauty, the vanity of a fair-complexioned skin, the ephemeral nature of handsomeness, the evanescent smoke of a gorgeous face and the transitory echo of a melodious voice. I had serious pity on men who are tossed and swayed by their eyes like reeds beside the river. They think with their eyes and not their heads as they plunge into the loch of lust calling it love. They are lost in lust and it takes only a test of time for their eyes to be opened.

 

P.S.: Build your fortress of fortune around character and not beauty which will soon vanish. Ask couples how soon the fragrance of beauty vanished after sipping a bottle of honey in the moon. A beautiful face and a handsome face will not give you a great home if it is not supported by a personality of good character. Character speaks long after the funeral of beauty; it fills the chamber of destiny long after the fragrance of beauty has disappeared into the thin air.

© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji

 

About the Author

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.
He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

 

 

VISTA

VISTA

VISTA

I think dreams find us because we are young

And free like this air around us

For I often wonder

How dreams, wings detached

And nestling in our sprightly nest,

Soon grow plumages and join the flight into age

Somewhere under this same sky

And a full moon

Announcing the passage of many seasons

An aged prodigal also wonders

How quickly time leaps, how quickly

Dreams shed their plumages in flight

 

Dreams hanging in space

Dreams hanging in space

Adeoba Gbenga

 

 

 

 

About the Author

‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.

 

 

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