Friday night lady.....

It is Friday night again 

and the rhythmic strains of music 
waft in an increasing crescendo 
down the wall-to-wall carpeted 
luxurious halls of the club. 

The cleft strumming,
and then a raspy but melodious voice 
belts out tunes from what the musician calls 
the expert plucking of guitar strings,
followed by intense and
the 'thickets of our times' fill the room. 






 Suddenly there is too much light 
and we begin to miss the shade. 










Her long luxurious lashes are lowered,
almost obscuring her gorgeous 
dark brown eyes,
and her sensuous lips 
are slightly parted 
as if waiting for a kiss. 



The filter softens 
the harsh highlights 
on her elaborately 
plaited hair and
her smooth brown skin. 

She looks even more appealing.
Her narrow shoulders,
small bust,shapely waist,
generous lower hips and 
full thighs characterize
her body type. 







She chooses a bag 
that ends at the waistline 
so as to highlight 
her shapely waist
. 




 However the irresistible 
lure of being spoil rotten 
with drink fit for a gourmet 
and service designed 
for a princess proves
to be too much 
and 
her will power 
bows to the inevitable. 








 All lights and eyes 
turn to the Friday night lady. 
She becomes as tense 
and irritable 
as a lion with toothache,






and her eyes make 
little reflected stars 
only to be acted upon 

 by the moon.....

CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?


can i tell you something?
and please don't tell anyone
if you do
the world will kill me
here i go
listen carefully

when i touch
the keys of a piano
it feels like falling in love
with you again

 and sometimes
when i touch
the strings of a guitar
i feel like you
touching the inner me
i feel like i'd
squeeze you to a wall
and make you feel
like never before

i will breathe
in your eyes
move my tongue
into your ears
move my hands
over your face
and breathe my words
in your soul...



 you will feel me
i know
you will need me
i know
but you will never
forget me
its the feeling i get
when i  search
the key on the piano




i cannot get enough of it
babe
i cannot get enough of you
i keep coming back whenever
and i hope this love is forever




i stand by my window
hoping you will see
that i miss you so much
that i need you more than ever
that am lonely without you


  
can i tell you something?

TO EVERY BLACK BEAUTY.....

God made you
in the colour of coal
from which
beautiful diamonds are formed...

he made you
in the colour of oil
the black gold,
which keeps people warm.

Your colour
 is the same as
 the rich dark soil
 that grows
 the food you need.....

Your colour is the same
 as the black stallion and panther;
 Oh what majestic creatures indeed!

All colours of the heavenly rainbow
can be found throughout every nation...
When all these colours are blended,
you become God's greatest creation!

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool;
such a beautiful creature is he....
God is the shepherd
 who watches them.

He will always watch over thee!
You are the colour of the midnight sky;
He put stars to glitter in your eyes...

There's a beautiful smile
 hidden behind your pain...
thats why your cheeks are so high! 
 

You are the colour
 of the dark clouds
 from the hurricanes
 He creates in September....

 He made your lips
 so full and thick,
 so when you kiss..
.they will remember!














Your stature is strong,
your bone structure thick
to withstand the burden of time....

the reflection you see in the mirror,
that image that looks back,
that is GOD!


 So get off your knees,
look in the mirror and
tell Him what you see.
He did not make you
in the image of darkness.....
He made you in His own image.

NOT ENOUGH TIME TO TELL YOU WHATS IN MY MIND

Its a good thing to learn from mistakes...

but one of the worst things i never did

was to tell you what was in my heart.....

sometimes i wonder if we can turn back times

other times i just wish you could have read it on my face

it was written so boldly

but i hid it with every speck of laughter.....

every one says its good to love

and to be loved back

maybe you loved me back too

and i also never got the hint

can i blame it on time or were we too busy

maybe it was to come some other time

is there always another chance really

that you can tell someone whats in your heart?

no i don't think so

i cant help thinking that maybe

 you have already told it to someone else

do you feel what am feeling in my heart?

its scary....its unbelievable

i only have scarce memories...

we never got the chance to speak our hearts out

do you think we can make it up..someday

probably you tell me whats in your heart

and i tell you whats deep within me

or is it too late to start again

oh how i wish i had told you

what it feels like to be the way i am

sometimes you get so afraid of everything.

if only i could tell you whats in my heart.......

 FORGIVE ME FOR CHOOSING YOU....

I remember when i was young
a little child with a small mind
but i knew something little
about falling in love
i saw mum and dad walk together
 i attended wedding ceremonies
and i saw the joy in hearts
the willingness in eyes
i wanted something like that
to walk beside someone always
to have a joyful heart all times
and to have a willing soul 
  when i grew up i began to learn
i knew to be happy
sacrifices had to be there
it was not as easy as marching  

in that wedding to the aisle
or as pure as the white gown
that the bride wore..neither
was it as bright as the colors
 that flooded the weddings
but i was still determined
that my missing rib
must be somewhere in the world

i didn't look so hard
and finding wasn't easy

and when i found challenges

flooded every moment of it

but for every challenge

we were stronger together

we stuck by every moment

because a moment of triumph

would be our climax

i don't give up easy

neither do i walk out as fast

when i know what true love is

i only become rebellious

when am not happy

and i decide to find happiness

from somewhere else

because you don't judge me

am still with you

because you believe in me

am stronger everyday

because you trust me

you have faith in me

and because you love me

you will always be there for me

am not leaving any time soon

forgive my heart for choosing you

THE AFRICAN MAN

Hmm i long for my culture
i yearn for my true self
i am scared of the unknown
yet its time to get married
am scared of the changes around
 i wish it was still the olden days
when culture was embraced
embraced with passion unknown
when young men were girded
and young women molded
it was always a good ending

gone are those beautiful days
when a real African man
fought with lions and leopards
i pity myself as i watch him now
he fights with plastic cars
and plastic men in the name of
computer games..my skin freezes

i miss those days when
marriage was planned
you only had to wait for your man
your morals were watched
and your moves monitored
divorce was a vocabulary
what happened to culture

every time i see a man with studs
and he has his trousers down
with funny hairstyle
and funny dress code i am shaken
what happened to grooming
what happened to dressing
i cry for my dear soul
am scared of the extreme changes

the tunes of long ago
fresh in my mind everyday
when good music was good music
African instruments crowned it all
i still hear Oliver Mutsukudzi try
Miriam Makeba still hits
and many more African men
they kept the culture
and preserved their language
whats with the borrowed ones?
Its still a mystery for me

the African man,what changed?
Respect for women is no longer
respect for the child is no more
here comes cost sharing
i still uphold that
a man is the head of the home
where did women learn the 50/50
how many marriages survive
i miss the African man

he took his responsibilities
took care of his family
fed his children,sheltered
and also clothed them
when did the African woman
begin fighting the man
when did she begin
answering when he speaks
where did the African morals go?
Am afraid for the coming
it gets worse everyday
and not until we remember our
roots shall we describe what
love is and what lust is.....

Whenever people speak of love
i keep silent and laugh inside
no one wants to admit
that love is the result of
perseverance,patience,trust,faith
we still have a long way

real men fought in world wars
with spears not guns
they got wounded but fought on
real men went for food in forests
not packed meals in stores
and never came back empty
real men respected the elderly
and didn't fight back
and they were blessed to date

where did the African man go to?

I AM NO MORE A CHILD.....

Everything was strange....

everyone was stranger....

but i was strangest. 

So innocent in the face

 but i had a lot to say.

 I had seen a lot more than 

the world expected of me. 

My nerves could no longer 

sustain the ongoing events. 

Back then,i was weak,

i could only watch

 from a distance. 

I could only listen 

behind walls and closed doors.

 It was this today,

that tomorrow and

 something else the next day. 

It was a lifestyle and life cycle

that could be accommodated by none.

 I became used to the fire

 but when the smoke

 started chocking me,

i relented.

I no longer wanted to

 watch from a distance.

 Neither did i want

 to listen behind walls 

and closed doors. 

I was burning with fury,

hatred and horrid ideas 

found their way in my mind. 

My tears ran down my visage

 like a rivulet. 

They were my comfort

watched from miles away 

afraid of the outcome 

of the events at hand. 

Yet all was like 

a crudely played game. 

 My life had suddenly

 become as useless to me

 as a piece of dead wood

 thrown and discarded 

in the middle of the ocean.

 I tried talking but

 my tongue was heavy.

And even when it was light

i didn't see anyone to talk to. 

Nobody could understand:

i was just a child then. 

I am no more a child. 

i don't watch from a distance

 or listen behind walls 

and closed doors.

I cry no more.

 I've found happiness.

 Nothing is strange to me,

nobody is a stranger to me

 and I'm not the strangest person

 I understand my surrounding better.

 I've gotten used to all

that pertains to life.

I'M NO MORE A CHILD.

LIGHTING CANDLES IN A WINDY ALLEY.......(part two)

Except for the few patches of clouds that skidded the western horizon on the far end, evening was coming with huge forces. Father closed the shop i followed him to the car like one in a trance. Soon we were racing down the streets to the warmness of home that father had only an idea of. He never got there. Not long after leaving the manes avenue we were being followed. It was uncanny the way lights stayed in perfect formation, the way they kept the same distance from us. Slowing when we slowed, and speed when we sped up. Father girded himself for the oncoming event. His breathe showed like smoke in the frosty air of the evening. I held my breathe. I couldn't  pray but i kept saying Oh God! Dear Lord!

Screeeeechhh!!! Suddenly father halted. He almost hit the electric post. My heart skipped a second and i rolled down the back seat. I saw beads of perspiration run down his face, he wiped it with a handkerchief. I am sure he never wanted me to know how scared he was.

They walked like insectoid creatures, side by side towards the car, and their motions were synchronized precisely. Their eyes were hard, perfectly round and luminescent gold, like the eyes of the moth at night.With such a visage it was hard to discern expressions. They revealed more cruelty than compassion. 

"just hold it there Juma, and don't try anything funny of course or else i will permit you a sweet one in the head!" one of the men blurted.

I was shocked to the roots of my existence. These people knew father. I was forced to believe that these were not common criminals but people up to something more sinister. Before i could do anything, my arm was grabbed and i was pulled out. Father pleaded with them but it fell on deaf ears. I yelled. with an attempt to frighten the mugger, but he was glued to me like a leech on the ground. He was close to me, hunch and intent, not in any position to let go off me.

Before i could yell again, i saw the colt first and froze. An A38 automatic and a cold cruel voice sent an asphyxiating shudder through my body. I obeyed every order that followed. Barely could i explain the pain. It was not anything anyone could talk about. I felt wet, my dress was soaked in blood. Total confusion is what mounted my blank mind. At five????I hated myself,hated them, hated my father as well. I felt cold from head to toe and the warmth of tears welling down my eyes reminded me that i was in the middle of no where. I clutched at my blood stained hands tightly not really believing the things that were unfolding before my eyes. 

"Bob, don't do that to her!" I heard father cry out. what followed was a thud on his head. Then pitch silence. It was too painful for me to react. i was not thinking any more.......i saw many candles that were lit in the windy alley.......

Smoke engulfed the house
it was grass thatched
the wood use for building
turning black and sooty
she sat near the blazing fire
pushing the firewood every time
her head burried between legs
she stared with teary eyes
once a while
she raised her head
and surveyed her surrounding
then went back to stare
the fires shone on her face
and made little tiny stars
she was crying.....
Two sullen faces at the corner
looked at her hopelessly
their stomach bulgded out
and their tiny hands thin
almost falling down
they looked like tiny branches
on the mogumo tree
she kept stealing glances at them
and they kept staring at the fire wondering why it was burning
with no pot on it
fraile as she was
she had hope in her
poor as she might be
she could afford a box of matches
when the fire is nearly dying she hears the sound of an bird
she walks outside to look and finds a guniea fowl
it doesnt move even an inch
she grabs it effortlessly
and they have a meal for a day
maybe two or three more to come

how many have this kind of hope
how many believe in themselves
she may not have had food
but she had a box of matches
she lit the fire to give hope
to the kids staring angrily at her
she didnt know how to feed them
but she kept hoping they will eat
and when the fire is almost gone
they have a meal that lasts them
how many give up last minute
how many curse the day
that they were born?
Do not give up,dont despair
it could be at your door
just wait till the last embers
and let doors be open
keep staring at the fire burning
and be brave always
and keep the faith too
for you never know
when the Lord shall bless you

like everyone else
your story is long
but dont think its the worse
for one of these days
your victory shall be at your door.

 I COULD TAKE YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT....

aint like i don't know you have a house

aint like i don't know you covered

aint like i don't know you warm

but i know about nights that can be long

i know about nights that are extreme

i know something about the night

yeah i know something that you don't

 

aint like you cant watch the stars

aint like you cant do a movie

aint like you really need me

but i know something about the stars

that you may not know

i know something about the moonlight

when its dimer and when its full

yeah i know something that you don't

am not an angel...they are glorious

am not angelic but humanity reigns in me

its not only the angel

that can take you through the night

sometimes we need another human

even if we will not talk to them

but their presence beside us is enough

 

have you ever had a night where

the only thing you wanted

was a life breathing beside you?

that's what we all need

yeah....someone breathing beside us

no one can ever be an island

even islands have trees and animals breathing

right on them.....

give me that minute to take you through this night

for only tonight...i can keep you warm

for just one night i can watch over you

and for every night i can breath beside you

just have the faith in me for one night

i will take you through the night

......if you let me.

Every minute of my life
i want to be with you
and every second of my life
i think of you in tears
when you see me yearning
am yearning for you
when you see me calling
am calling for you

 

everytime i cry
i wish i never knew you
every time i pray
i hope you feel it in you
i feel so lonely
that i wonder why you are there
i wish you could go
so i can live in reality
that all these isn't
for you and for me

THE LITTLE THINGS THAT WOMEN DESIRE

Time and again some men keep on asking, "What do Women really want ?
Simple, women just want little and simple things. Nothing much.
    Here is a sample of the little things you can do to make them really happy ..... Try and you'll agree with me.........  
... A Plain looking husband

... A Normal simple ring




... A small wedding party



... A honeymoon at a quiet place




... A small house for the kids to run around





... A couple of lovely children



... With a husband who is a family man


... but one who works hard ... and earns well



... A small car for shopping


... And a bigger one for the family and kids



... A few personal collections



... and a few shoes for each occasion




... Some decent outfits



... Some basic cosmetics


... A makeup kit or two



... Just one overseas trip every year



... Or three or four domestic holidays



... Quiet candle lit dinners

... Occasional presents


... Some luxury treatments

...And finally, some solid securities for the future

That's all ... WOMEN ARE NOT DEMANDING AT ALL !!!!!
DO YOU THINK SO?????