The arm pit of Africa
See the African map,
Neighbor to Nigeria,
Gold mine,
With a few seeking to call mine,
Cesspit, Cesspool,
Dirty pool,
Arm pit of Africa,
Harboring lice of corruption ,
Accumulated sweat of mind and spiritual pollution,
Infested with bugs of greed,
Insensitive to common need,
Arm pit of Africa,
Starless night time with no moon,
Cee aiiye ehm eee and add the roon,
CAMEROON,
Exploited, manipulated,
Used and reused,
Misused and abused,
But there is hope,
Buried in those willing to pay the price,
And let another get the prize,
No prize too high to pay,
Any time, any day,
Hope, doggedly stubborn hope,
Born of those ready to cope,
In the fiery furnace of faith,
Indefatigable, selfless and loving,
Prayerful, patriotic and resilient,
Insistent and consistent,
Willing to work hard,
But also to work smart!
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
If you mean it!
If you mean it.
If you mean it,
Even when you eat,
Do it like you do,
Mean it when you say it,
Say it like you mean it,
Mean it when you do it,
Do it like you mean it.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
If you mean it,
Even when you eat,
Do it like you do,
Mean it when you say it,
Say it like you mean it,
Mean it when you do it,
Do it like you mean it.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Give it your heart.
Give it your heart.
Give your work your heart,
Do it with passion,
Unleash some compassion,
Give it your soul,
Otherwise it ends in still birth,
Child without a heart,
Art with no pulse,
That means it is dead,
Do not work at all,
OR
Give it your best,
Give it your all,
Give it your life,
So work can come to life,
No one is immune or indifferent,
To work that throbs with vivacity,
Reaches out with vitality,
Work that grows on humanity.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Give your work your heart,
Do it with passion,
Unleash some compassion,
Give it your soul,
Otherwise it ends in still birth,
Child without a heart,
Art with no pulse,
That means it is dead,
Do not work at all,
OR
Give it your best,
Give it your all,
Give it your life,
So work can come to life,
No one is immune or indifferent,
To work that throbs with vivacity,
Reaches out with vitality,
Work that grows on humanity.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Why did you marry?
Why did you marry?
Did you marry for the glory and fame?
Be careful that can be the price for shame,
Why did you marry?
Was it to grab headlines,
And at worst hit footlines,
Lines like 'wedding of the year?'
Where you conscious of all you have to bear,
All the storms you have to endure,
Which punctuate the bliss and make your humanity pure,
Why did you get married?
Was it merely an escape route for the sexual urge?
Is it a vent for all the things you feel the need to purge?
You'll be sure to find out life is bigger than emotions,
Larger than promotions and demotions,
Why did you get married?
Was it in order to make a social statement,
To get a waning prestige re-instatement?
Why did you get married?
Did you crack under peer pressure,
Pulled by a killing desire to meet the peer measure,
Was it used as a wheel to office,
Was it for the auspice,
Did you marry an engineer or doctor,
Or did you marry a human being - the human factor,
Was it for the title,
Or was it for the mettle,
Was it for nationality,
Way out of internationality?
Why did you get married?
Was is just for the kids?
Sanctify your deeds,
You will be disappointed when you miss the point,
It is a union where purposes are joint,
It is deeper and more profound,
If you hurry experience will painfully expound,
Purify you motives,
Before you get on the marriage locomotive,
Know marriage is to make better,
Shouldn't be a fetter,
Let love be your aim,
Your method,
Your end,
For in the end,
Love still conquers all.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Did you marry for the glory and fame?
Be careful that can be the price for shame,
Why did you marry?
Was it to grab headlines,
And at worst hit footlines,
Lines like 'wedding of the year?'
Where you conscious of all you have to bear,
All the storms you have to endure,
Which punctuate the bliss and make your humanity pure,
Why did you get married?
Was it merely an escape route for the sexual urge?
Is it a vent for all the things you feel the need to purge?
You'll be sure to find out life is bigger than emotions,
Larger than promotions and demotions,
Why did you get married?
Was it in order to make a social statement,
To get a waning prestige re-instatement?
Why did you get married?
Did you crack under peer pressure,
Pulled by a killing desire to meet the peer measure,
Was it used as a wheel to office,
Was it for the auspice,
Did you marry an engineer or doctor,
Or did you marry a human being - the human factor,
Was it for the title,
Or was it for the mettle,
Was it for nationality,
Way out of internationality?
Why did you get married?
Was is just for the kids?
Sanctify your deeds,
You will be disappointed when you miss the point,
It is a union where purposes are joint,
It is deeper and more profound,
If you hurry experience will painfully expound,
Purify you motives,
Before you get on the marriage locomotive,
Know marriage is to make better,
Shouldn't be a fetter,
Let love be your aim,
Your method,
Your end,
For in the end,
Love still conquers all.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
What society made me.
What society made me.
Hard-work's great,
But balance is the trick,
I am what society's made me,
Both parents spend long hours at work,
Leaving me starved of much needed love,
Starved and left with no other choice,
I tried to fill that gap without,
In a life of wine and crime,
Because somebody spent some time with me,
And loved me in the gangs in the street,
I tried to find it in the laps of another,
Sought to fill the gap with crack,
Pumped it into my veins and arteries,
And even sniffed it,
High like a kite,
I tried to soar like one,
But I am yet only human,
My wings only in the figment of my imagination,
Before reality of my winglessness dawns on me again,
I am behind bars,
For crimes I can barely recollect committing,
Claiming a cop's life for example,
Dad and mom worked so hard,
And fed my delinquent lifestyle with their excesses and their lack,
Excess cash and lack of love,
Love never present,
Never shown, never expressed,
Material things poorly substitute,
I am what society's made me,
Delinquent children like me,
Classical products of delinquent societies,
The answer's not in the jail cells,
The answer's a reformation of households,
A reformation of society,
A radical reformation of the world.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Hard-work's great,
But balance is the trick,
I am what society's made me,
Both parents spend long hours at work,
Leaving me starved of much needed love,
Starved and left with no other choice,
I tried to fill that gap without,
In a life of wine and crime,
Because somebody spent some time with me,
And loved me in the gangs in the street,
I tried to find it in the laps of another,
Sought to fill the gap with crack,
Pumped it into my veins and arteries,
And even sniffed it,
High like a kite,
I tried to soar like one,
But I am yet only human,
My wings only in the figment of my imagination,
Before reality of my winglessness dawns on me again,
I am behind bars,
For crimes I can barely recollect committing,
Claiming a cop's life for example,
Dad and mom worked so hard,
And fed my delinquent lifestyle with their excesses and their lack,
Excess cash and lack of love,
Love never present,
Never shown, never expressed,
Material things poorly substitute,
I am what society's made me,
Delinquent children like me,
Classical products of delinquent societies,
The answer's not in the jail cells,
The answer's a reformation of households,
A reformation of society,
A radical reformation of the world.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Sunday, October 10, 2010
No man is better!
No man is better!
No person is better than the other,
All born to the same wretched estate,
Only grace makes the difference,
So stop drinking from that cup,
That poisoned cup of arrogance and foolish pride,
Subtle yet more sure than the hemlock cup,
Which stopped the flow of Socrates' genius!
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
No person is better than the other,
All born to the same wretched estate,
Only grace makes the difference,
So stop drinking from that cup,
That poisoned cup of arrogance and foolish pride,
Subtle yet more sure than the hemlock cup,
Which stopped the flow of Socrates' genius!
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Worship
Worship.
The waves bellowed in base,
The gathering storm of praise drummed,
The winds sang in a shrill falsetto,
The trees whistled against the blowing wind,
Singing in tenor,
The dry leaves played a unique instrument of their own,
The flowing rivers played an instrument of their own,
The moon greeted from above,
The stars flashed lights to the earthen stage,
In a thunderous praise,
Nature roared worship to the King of Kings,
Who came down in showers to inhabit the praises,
What a chorus!
What a choir,
Better than any human voices could ever sing,
What an orchestra,
Better than any human hands can play,
A celebration of the genius of His creation,
It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
Humanity worships and praises Him the least.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
The waves bellowed in base,
The gathering storm of praise drummed,
The winds sang in a shrill falsetto,
The trees whistled against the blowing wind,
Singing in tenor,
The dry leaves played a unique instrument of their own,
The flowing rivers played an instrument of their own,
The moon greeted from above,
The stars flashed lights to the earthen stage,
In a thunderous praise,
Nature roared worship to the King of Kings,
Who came down in showers to inhabit the praises,
What a chorus!
What a choir,
Better than any human voices could ever sing,
What an orchestra,
Better than any human hands can play,
A celebration of the genius of His creation,
It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
Humanity worships and praises Him the least.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
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