They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.



Camaleonte – Easter Snag

Life on this side so tempting,
Love of life, attachment of it,
shackles thrown on my wrist
disguised in pleasure, smiles.

And them, hound around,
drooling on my oblivion of their
werewolf camouflage pelt,
lances tilt and flash on their backs,
ready to rip off my ribs,
tedious to several of those scars
three, seven, nineteen and on…

Their art, awaken their pleasures;
Then I found a space to fit Him,
in my heart He complained not.
Less burdensome they became,
that voyage to the cross
the presence of meaningfulness
that was only the extremes-
for me and for them
of best and of worst
to rejoice and to torment…

Love Take Us Through

Through that lens,
Of pain, of ego
You were wrong!
Upsetting my thought
Love scared away
Prescription before diagnosis
Redefined distance between
Life and death.
Hatred, suspicion and envy
her regular guests
Dined together
Lounged together
Slept together…

Suit my thought, perfect bimbo
Like the rose
She had thorns
Fierce! Sharp! Clawed!
I chose to see the rose
Sweet scent
Glowing colours
For a while, for ever…
But soon,
I forgot the thorns
They said,
It would refine my heart,
into some gem,
I left it with uneven sores.

That ache imflamate…
But love, taking us through.
Then she made me remember,
Those dust on my feet like we nevrr walked together…

The Flight

If I open my heart,
would you take a look inside?
Would you keep it warm and
help me forget,
the tears I have cried?
I don’t need you, but I want you,
To know how much I care
I can soar on my own but,
I’d rather have you there
If I gave you the moon,
would it be enough for you?
If I moved all the stars
and spelled your name,
would you believe that it’s all true?
I don’t need you, but I want you.
You are the reason I breathe.
You are the reason that I am grounded, honey.
You are the reason that I fly,
if I lost my way, would you help me understand?
If I reached out for you
would you take me by the hand?
You are the reason that I breathe.
You are the reason I see.
You’re the reason I don’t ask why,
and you are the reason I fly,
I don’t need you, but I want you,
With you I don’t ask why,
You are the reason,
The only reason!
You are the reason I fly…

Love, Give Away

They sit in a circle,
their hooves wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

I called to say I misses you,
‘What did you wanna say?’
My heart sinks three feet low,
How have you been?
‘Unwell, just sick,’
I can’t know more…
She locks me out!

they just sit in a circle,
their eyes wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

She wont let me in…
And I cant help ‘oh’ moments…
Then in fantasy I scream
‘I am suppose to be your best friend?’
She hurls luck at me.
Refers me to common sense,
censure it, leaves me with hope.

Ah, they still sit in a circle,
their limbs wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

Now those limits shaken off the mist,
Scared affection
They were there anyway…
Now Sanctioned!

Hell! they will sit in a circle,
their tongues wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

Half Death

I stumbled at passions door
A welcome door mat smiled
The sil shined heaven
Spiced by stars, divine linings
All loud and eminent
Like the fairest clone of Gabriel,
Refined, seasoned
I was already hooked, glued
The darkest secret fell
Hindering my motion
Cloudy snows blur the eye of my heart
Still that love hit me to the core
Giving away just best me
Like a mat woven
Like possessing secrets against each other
Lo, hatred stalked us
And joined her league
On the thread hang she let me
Conscience pegged,
Every meaning meant…
Taps ran dry
In passion and taste
Affection persecuted, hanged
Left for death
Shone over comfort zone
Temperature nolonger cool
Spinning, pepper, roller coaster,
She stared.

Self righteous by law, by faith!
Lasting infatuation!
Then I pushed the door ajar
Groomed grave yard
Identical epitaphs, she gone.
She had another song
Sang and left I sugared me,
Then swallowed pride,
tn[6]Chocked to death!

Hail Heavens, Now!

When it badly hurt
my heart twitch at the memory
that pain immeasurable
I shut my eyes
squeeze out that pain
unbearable, it stays
clenched teeth!
tightened jaw bone!
my heart scorched,
that supernatural pain
anybody knows?

Neither I can put down
my heart ailing
despare’s dawn time
the base of my heart
match the blacksmiths
I no longer hold my heart
questions rumble my head
thinking is no more
sleep, now a want,
a luxury without my reach

Left and right,
those eyes glaring
their hands behind them
their lips, at monalisa’s
hail heavens!

Tell Me You Know Too

Free fall into the unknown
For You.
My heart, and relinquish my soul
Best for what life shall bestow
I take a big step into the unknown

Never to look back, for this is true
I wonder what the days will bring,
Never knowing when the phone will ring.
I wait for you to take my heart,
For it seemed from the start.

Tears down my face,
And the scene much clear
Hope in my heart, I wait
Everything miles away
Loneliness right by me

My eyes shut in sleep
Distance keeps us apart
You I hold in my heart
And with sadness I weep

Together we can’t be
Within the stars you I see
Remembering your words I smile
That lessens the miles

In my heart you own a place
Even when you doubt
Promise I be near but out
Till that day you trace
Our hearts belong…

Tell me you know too.

After Dawn

morning glory
Then noon, and dusk
On and on, that music
Relieved their sentimental illusions
Rendered them myopic
Blurred their vision
Murdering the reality left
Yet, still standing…

When the music ceased
In drunk illusions
That coated their impartiality
Melted away the beat
Spaced out, their intention undressed
And snared
Blamed education for inability to think
…life for their failures
Wishing for lenient living
Looking for milk in the wineskin
Inheriting devastation
Then laid Yesterday on a pedestal
And Today on its throne
With verbal lashing
Thrashing their owners….
It was no good
Our future blurred
Clouded by resentment
But it was time
Yet, we owned it

At the sight of dusk
Fears of the world became legit
Met on determination streets
Exchanged pleasures
Spoke one language
I joined them, walked along
Neither of them fit
Diagnosed with illusion
We belonged together
We looked like suspects
Their gait, they were
Their transparent excuses
From AtoZ their dream missing
Then took a vow of silence.
That ruined our mega comfort
Yet, still standing…

No one knew that we were
We never forgot we were
Gave meaning for that struggle
We became complacent
Never conformed to the world
Neither carried the tradition
Realized, keyed in beast mode
Erupted above self pity
Dropped the heart and mind of wrong motives
Immersed in the wilderness
To tame for tomorrow



Friendship is probably one of those essential and valuable things in life. Everyone needs someone to be close to, to trust, to share with, play, laugh, celebrate and cry with. Apart from family members, friends are the only other trusted relations one could choose to have. We can have the responsibility of choosing the kind of friends that we want. It is important to decide on the right person to call a friend. This is because friendship can either lead us to trouble or grow us into good and accepted people in the society. Therefore how you choose your friend is important. Whatever drives or attracts you towards somebody should always be positive, considering that friendship is meant to make us and not to destroy us. People tend to get attracted towards those that appeal to them, whether physically, spiritually, mentally or socially. When someone likes you, they want to be close to you and do most things together with you. But what appeals to us is not sometimes right or accepptable. They could be things or behaviour that only fullfills our social desires. Things that might sometimes land us into trouble with the authority. Sometimes the young people go wrong and do not understand why their parents or elders come in between their choices of friends. When you realize that your parents do not like your choices it only means that they are for wrong motives. Young people should never be carried away by the social aura of desiring to be friends with people who mislead them into vices. Those who most of the time run into battle with the authority. To have a friend we also need to be a friend. We should like others for what they are. Look for all the positive things in their lives and stick to them to help you become a better person. We can always bump into good friends or bad friends. Many are times when parents tend to meddle with their children’s choice of friends. Because the parents know and can see before they do, they always advice on our choices. When young people are sometimes not sober or conscious in their choice of friends, they make mistake that can affect their future lives. This is why they are sometimes dragged into vices such as drug abuse, ponography, illicit sex, robbery, gambling and alcohol. When people lead you to such behaviour, it only explains why they are not good friends. A good friend will always walk with you on the right path. They will advice you on the right things to do and correct you whenever necessary. Friends will definitely have a big influence in your life. You can change yourself and lifestyle to fit in with good friends. Some people do not tolerate vices, and to be part of them you must change. That really helps. PGood friends will make you become a better person. Spending time with friends in positive activities like sports, community work, singing or reading will help you develop acceptable characters. A friend is therefore someone who we know well, someone we like and someone we trust. They will be with you in the right places, doing the right thing for the right purpose. You too can always be a friend to someone.


Friendship could probably be one of those essential and valuable things in life. It however beats logic when ‘a friend in need is a friend in deed’ is mentioned. Are they friends in deed when they are in need? Whatever this means…. friendship must be cherished.
However when ‘no man is an island’, it is apparent that this could just be a desperate way of saying, ‘don’t keep away from friends or else karma will catch up with you’. Scary!

Friendship as well as morality has a way of dealing with anyone who goes against any of its set norms. While they sing ‘what goes around must come round’ we sit back and hope that those who twisted our personal desire, did wrong to us or inflicted us in some way will come round and see. Friendship never existed here.

What actually is the essence of friendship anyway? Does it really matter? Would you consider it a ‘need’ or just a ‘want’? Being in relationship with others need to have some basis; being in a perfect relationship with yourself. Therefore in effort to make ourselves comfortable and happy, we just want to trample on others and draw others closer to us. But do we really need to do that? We need a personal constitution, to guide, direct and shape our behavioral tomorrow. In this case, a Holy Book; the Bible or Quran or something.
These holy books; the Bible, Quran etc are some guide or rather personal constitutions for the heaven bounds. But what do they say about friendship? Looking at Christians, who use the Holy Bible, their lives, relationships and norms are guided by the holy bible to achieve their eternal objective. This is what they live by. However friendship has been given a back seat, assumed and ignored. This is probably true for those Christians who identify with a caliber of ‘friends’.

From Ecclesiastes, John, Proverbs and Psalms we get to understand some characteristics of friendship. The only challenge is how to express this relationship practically. Like all the other bible interpretations, these could be interpreted and misinterpreted depending on the basic understanding and gain of the interpreter.

From Ecclesiastes 4: 9-10 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: if one falls down, his friend can help him up.” It is clear that we all need friends. However, even if we whine over how badly treated we are by those who call themselves our friends, ‘A friend means well, even when he hurts you… Proverbs 27: 6. Get yourself one and never let them go however bad a situation might seem. Once a friend always a friend.
Therefore, whatever friendship means to you, Jesus said; “The greatest love a person can have for his friends is to give his life for them” John 15: 13Happiness

Happiness; A Prayer Away


Everyone has a desire to be happy. Having happiness that is perpetual, never ending and reliable, remains the only essence of a relationship. Happiness comes from friends and not pleasure. It feels sweet to be loved, to be appreciated and to know the joy that comes with loving. But sometimes you feel the thirst for being loved yet this love can not be satisfied by human friendship which, more often has conditions and limits. This, always trash our happiness.
Deep inside your heart, you thirst for someone to be your friend in all seasons for no reason pegged, to be part of your life moment by moment, day by day till nothing do you part. That friend to whom you feel joined by some invisible web, that friend who will never give a reason for deserting you, that friend who only has unconditional love. While all these desires might be overrated, we then cease to have any hope in human being and avert that hope somewhere else. A place with definite assurance that human friend cannot match. It is with God. 
As with any friend whom you would like to relate to, laugh with, touch, speak to like you would your best friend and thank for being part of your life, so it is with God. There is nothing simpler. We can talk to Him any time, any day, through prayer. However making that prayer is sometimes difficult, so that you might want to ask yourself, ‘what do I say to him?’ Just like your friend, whenever it’s not easy to talk, there could be tension, a problem, that’s creating that barrier between you. Nothing comes easy as talking to the one you love, the one you adore. Even without words you can always be the most comfortable person in your friends’ presence. 
Therefore, why would prayer be that difficult? It is because we do not know how to love, how to let our heart free, to be occupied by our friend, God. To find true friendship with others, we have to let go of our little ego and give it to them, to find their happiness first and that, be our happiness. 
Apparently, when it’s difficult with friends, it will never be easy with God. But God gives us a great gift whenever we are willing to empty our hearts. So that He can fill it with His SPIRIT. The spirit then lives in us and little by little teaches us to love, to give ourselves over and merry in his friendship. This only happens when we are ready to be happy, to let go and let God.

Must have had a Twin

Never had I thought anything much about friendship, love, companionship, betrayal, trust and etc as anything to plan. I knew and believed they just happen and find us. I did for a long time until this day I rested my thoughts.

The first time we met I thought she was some airhead bimbo or she acted so, asking how much a free sample cost. She had lots of friends with her who somehow looked like her. They were six of them or so. She looked like their leader, a bimbo with her cronies. They walked into the mall, heads high with a ‘dare-say’ gait, marching like bimbos parading for an IQ test. They grabbed all the attention they could lay their hands on.

They had walked into the stall next to where I was. The way they hugged and kissed, rocking each other and laughing wildly, like it’s none of your business confirmed my thoughts. Then one by one took different directions. They acted like they knew it inside out or so they did. They were casually friendly with the owner of the stall. They were very familiar with the place. Now almost dropping what I had in my hands, I keenly studied them one by one as they scatterd freely all over the mall. My eyes keenly following the queen bimbo. I lost sight of her and settled on the others as they moved and disappeared too. Since they had snatched my attention, I didn’t notice the cronie behind me.

Scorpions do not sting each other just as well as the bird of the same feather flock together so I thought so. But there was something I couldnt tell that was peculiar with the ‘queen bimbo’. When I saw her for the first time she was outstanding, trying to blend with her cronies though I could see that she was different.

There was this thing about her that I couldn’t identify yet it distinctively secluded her from the group. I couldn’t know what yet. Back to my self, I noticed her in the row I had perused and given up on. She kept smiling or she had a smiling face. I kept glancing or I had a glancing face. She looked my direction as she slowly moved from stand to stand checking clothes like she was not really interested in. I realized that just one of them was busy shopping while the rest were just passing time.

She kept smiling and now close to where I was standing, occasionally glancing my direction with unnecessary warmth. There was this natural sweetness of honey she had, that I still couldn’t tell from where. Her smile was contagious and I did smile too towards her direction.

It is like she was waiting for that, because immediately, she moved straight to where I was standing. And reaching for the dress in my hands, she pulled it off my hands and pushed in another that she was carrying into my hands.

“Here, you’ll like this.” She said as a matter of fact, her smile overtaking the “what!” I was going to unleash from my mouth. “I am Ava,” she added not waiting for any reaction from me.

I pulled my hands from the shelves to meet hers that had been waiting for seconds now. She would pass for a therapist with her keen powers of observation and understanding intellect. With the hand shake, a feeling of warmth hit me and it was like we had met in another life time. She wasn’t a friend. She was a stranger I was meeting for the first time yet I felt I had known her for a life time.

Ava. Ava was her name, however a stranger she was, I thought I would love her; her gait, it explained mine. Ava was a dancer with a group known as Kopi. So I got to know as she narrated. This was though a camouflage for the real thing they did, they were table dancers. So I came to learn. She was a table dancer by night, a Kopi by day. This is just something she did and I did not want to use that to define her entire character. She seemed so relaxed telling me all these. At some point I thought she was this cronie that just open their mouth wide to any who has ears. But then again I thought, of what gain or even loss?

“At some point I wished my earlier life back, the life style,” she said with a touch of serenity that I felt part of. I listened keenly as I sipped the vanilla juice silently. I never realized how that happened as we sat at the opposite where there was a cafe. “It wasn’t a choice, but just a mechanism…” she sipped then continued, “a mechanism to help me deal with my fears, esteem and ego and a frustrated past.”
“Something you have learned to perfect,” I added.

I could read all the amazement in her eyes and the desire to speak and hear more. I felt I had known her and now she turned her face away in unexplained fear, fear of knowing all that was in her heart and mind.

Her cronies were out in the alley peering for her, and it was time to go. I gained courage and asked her one last question.
“Why are you buying low and selling high?” I asked.
Her attention was already drawn to her cronies or she pretended so to avoid me.
“Do you think this would last forever” I added.
She stared back at me trying to suppress the doubt from her mind. She then gave me a toothless smile.
“I also don’t really know who you are,” I confirmed her thoughts, “but…” She didn’t let me finish, she grabbed me by the shoulder gave me a long warm hug and ran to her cronies. I tried holding her back, but she slipped off and went. I was left with 11 more questions, standing and staring into the space to which she disappeared.

Every person has got somewhere or something to place their belief and trust in, however the degree varies from one to another. And the belief can also be lost under circumstances that do not match with set beliefs. A diamond is still a diamond even though it doesn’t know its worth or its value, but it, still is a diamond, so she was.

Just staring into space. My attention was distracted by the music distorted from the cafe on the basement. I strained to hear the words then turned to find my four year old sister holding the doom can as her mic and fumbling with ‘…I had a dream, a song to write… if you see the colours of the scary tail…’

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