No Mayflower.

No Mayflower.

We didn't came on mayflower,
We were greeted with no flowers,
Only approaching plantations,
In my mind terrible dislocating calculations,
Shackles every where,
On my mind and my body during this trip with no fare,
Clothed in the branded inferior 'second class'
Looking up to the master's superior 'first class',
No different from the oxen in the field,
Except for differences in physical build,
Yet in the cool of may,
During one of the sweltering days,
The superior master left the matrimonial bed,
Through the path only the inferior tread,
Dragging our sisters, our daughters and wives,
Oh the pain of knowing could wring to death a thousand male lives,
On the hay,
Under night time's mask,
And in the wee hours of the day,
Giving our females a sexual task,
Nine months later,
Comes proof of the folly of the matter,
Half white and half black?
It is just the color of the skin,
Claim to first class doesn't make it so,
We all have the same passions,
The same needs,
We all want to be happy,
Taking mine doesn't make yours more.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Reflections on Martin Luther King Jr., the Christian beyond the pulpit!

http://holyebony.blogspot.com/2011/01/martin-luther-king-jr-christian-beyond.html#more

Too late!

Too late!

Procrastination is in fact the thief of time,
Oh what agony rages in my mind,
One phone call too late,
A call that never was which knew too many dates,
One moment too late,
Now I'll never be able to tell you I love you mate,
I could have told you the last time,
I would have shown you the last time,
But cowardice got the better of me,
Fear became a fetter,
Convinced me I'll be able to next time,
But next time never came,

Oh the flame of agony burning in my soul,
I postponed the visit to your sick bed,
All the things I wanted to tell you,
Like how much you meant to me,
All the pleasant places I wanted to take you,
All the hurt I wanted to spare you,
All the things I wanted to share with you,
The silent agony of longing,
For one more smile,
One more hug,
One more touch,
Too late now, too late,
How can I make up for the missed opportunities,
Will you ever understand?

I may not be able to make the past right now,
But in your honor,
For my own good,
I am at war against procrastination,
It may take many battles to finally win,
I may not win in an instant,
But I vow today to try,
I promise to fight,
So the good I can do now I will do,
The call I can make now I will make,
The places I can go now I will go,
The 'I love you' I can say now I will say,

I am at war against keeping for tomorrow,
What I can do today,
Rest in peace my dear,
Rest in peace.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Sleeping giant!

Sleeping giant.

At birth there's a reason babies cry themselves to life,
In response to that gentle shocking slap,
Foreboding the coming pain of the new kind of growth,
Growth beyond the comforts of the womb,
So it is okay for grown up men and women,
To cry themselves to the new life,
Just be sure the tears don't stop you from living life,
In the same way that crying from the shock of that birth slap,
Could make the newborn baby take its dying breath,

In the same token there is always a better person in every one of us,
Waiting to be shocked to life,
With an indefatigable prayerful hard work,
Wake that giant from its sleep,
With the gadfly of distressing hunger for a better you,
Whip that giant to life if need be,
With the flagella of painful enduring patient focus,
There is always a better person waiting in us,
In the womb of our status quo,
Which will only be born in the place of prayerful work.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Hijacking of womanhood!

Hijacking of womanhood.

In your true womanhood,
You were more than all the treasures in any war chess,
Now you leave me groping in the dark with a guess,
Unable to recognize you in this mess,
Take off that extreme feminist dress,
You steal and derail the initial noble cause of feminism,
Modern day woman,
Better education and better jobs,
But mostly sorry woman,
Along the way you crossed an endangering line,
Lost your womanhood and most which makes you woman,
You are now neither a woman nor a man,
And not a hermophrodite too,
It was the woman I married who made me feel like a husband,
Now I just feel like another ram in the house,
Locking long horns trying to drink from the same bowl,
Unbalanced feminism makes a woman less,
Reach your fullest potential but never at the price of your womanhood,
It is your most prized possession,
Your most potent charm,
Your greatest strength,
Shake off that extreme feminist dress,
I long to feel married again.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

It all depends!

It all depends!

Like somethings are better said unsaid,
Somethings are better seen in the dark,
It all depends!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

December First - AIDS I SPEAK TO YOU FOR MAN

Today’s world aids day,

Aids, plural of aid,

Aiding to death’s bay,

Helping life fade,



It is not AIDS we celebrate,

It is the survivor’s mettle,

It is the path we deliberate,

It is not yet time to settle,



Today we draw our determination,

From the lives you maim,

We come against your insubordination,

In the victory we claim,



Today more than ever before,

You will not set the pace of the race,

As we indefatigably restore,

The dignity of the human face,



Oh Aids, your wife is penury,

You both thrive in perfect symbiosis,

With a vow, we shall not be guilty of perjury,

We come against your parabiosis,



We are all infected or affected,

Whatever it takes for winning, one victory at a time,

As we get our minds disinfected,

If we need to swim to safety we will become maritime,



I got a message for you orphaned child,

I got a message for you faithful widowed wife,

In your enduring patient hope do not grow wild,

Wild makes Aids rife,



Grandmothers become mothers to grandchildren,

Stepping in to fill the gap,

Praying children can stay to have great grandchildren,

As economic effects ripple all across the map,



The human resource and middle class choking,

Shocked by Aids’ deadly sting,

This is not time for joking,

Friends put on your wing,



Together we have to fly,

And make the frontline water tight,

This is not the time to lie,

We can’t win if we never fight,



Couples be faithful,

Spinsters and bachelors abstain,

Aids’ cousin is unfaithful,

Use a condom if you can’t handle restrain,



The enemy strikes veiled in passion,

Making you blind,

Effecting its mission,

Before you find,



It wouldn’t be easy,

If we don’t want to be queasy,



I know victory is on our side,

Together we can turn the tide,

So take a moment and look inside,

Find that something you can give with pride,



Never think what you give too small,

Little drops make the tide of might,

To sweep AIDS to a mighty fall,

So we shall not only make AIDS slight,



Together we can dwarf the AIDS patient estimate,

Together we can decimate,

In God we trust,

To give us a thrust,



We can prevent the next orphan,

We can prevent the next widow,

We can save the next worker,

The next life is waiting.


© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary