Poems

Town Crier

Town Crier Our paths parted seventy and a thousand years back I call you to witness; brother’s keepers, lovers of wealth and brother’s killers. You too, wrecked ships and innocent lives lost in these seas. Iron ballast blocks counterbalancing weights of enslaved souls. Shackles In rusty coils Piercing through...

THE OTHER WORLD OF LIGHT

THE OTHER WORLD OF LIGHT. Drip, drops, slips, low the crops The dew refracts the rays of the yellow morning glory, It sips, sucks, flips, then it flaps Soak in the vibrations of the humming bird and the tulip story. Feel the ...

WHEN AFRICA WAS AFRICA…

WHEN AFRICA WAS AFRICA... To the day the cock gave the farmers a gentle alarm And the sun came kissing the walls of the brown huts And the paths in the grasses led our women to the cold Rivers And the mornings were a...