Letters to Africa
Dear Africa,
What else should I say
that you have already known,
You see all that is happening around you,
yet, you fail to see what is going on through you,
How much more should I speak
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This world illudes us
Like a mirage enticing;
Still, we cling to it.
The grand door shuffled,
And squeaked open,
Even as the universe tried to tug it shut.
And a flash flood of dancing light emerged.
From the narrowest entry,
A thousands tongues arose.
Each reaching new heights to tempt the flowing air,
In a myriad of yellow, red and orange flickers.
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The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
What if today was my last day on earth
Would i have quit my job , or show a little bit more skin
Drink out of bottles , or drive without a seatbelt .
Maybe call my mother , play games with my brother, go watch a movie with my father.
Drink whiskey without water
Eat bacon with more oil
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This world illudes us
Like a mirage enticing;
Still, we cling to it.
The Purpose of our Life is Enlightenment
But we are all trapped in Achievement
We run a race trying to be an ace
Lost in this maze, we don't live with grace
And all we end up is with entertainment
What is Enlightenment, this Truth, do we know?
It is overcoming Ignorance within, a spark is lit, aglow
It is overcoming the lie that God lives in the sky
Going on a Quest, Realizing, 'Who am 'I''
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The grand door shuffled,
And squeaked open,
Even as the universe tried to tug it shut.
And a flash flood of dancing light emerged.
From the narrowest entry,
A thousands tongues arose.
Each reaching new heights to tempt the flowing air,
In a myriad of yellow, red and orange flickers.
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I searched for love in distant eyes,
In empty words, in fleeting skies.
But silence whispered, soft and clear—
The love you seek is always near.
I held the pain, the dark, the light,
And in that space, I found my sight.
No need for others to complete,
I am my own, whole and sweet.
Letting go of the past is excruciating,
the pain that once ravaged me.
Why is it so hard?
Because, within that anguish,
I found a fleeting comfort,
though it was but a façade—
hollow declarations of love
from those who never truly cared.
I yearned for someone to hold me,
to whisper, “I love you,”
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