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Lust, Hope and Lost. (English and Sierra Leone creole)


We sat down and
spoke about many things in a sparse time,

from shelved dreams and move-ons’ to tilted relationships and speed runs.

Then a tinted SUV drove by,
dropping out that Betelgeuse ‘out of reach’ type of girl that crutches on crushed hearts leaving everyone jelly legs crippled.

Switching gears from the sweet ride with the hot lady ,
and our
hours long conversation lapses into the realm of fast fine mush money and getting in galore beautiful cat euphemisms.

Harems, Haram.
Money is Halal.

…refill , refill..drinks should repeat.

But…

Wallet on E.
Tank nonexistent
Kekeh ain’t free.
Okada padi on flee.

Underdog compensations conversations as we head out.

” ‘So and So’ started broke and hit rock bottom too.

Who knows or cares now about the name of the rich neighbour Hemingway or Obama had? ”

Hope and Dreams.
Denials and Distortions.

Tin foil wrapped as the nights get late;

‘ sam we go see next weekend and bind back’

We’ll catch up next month; again.

We are leaving.

We are living.

#Conundrum.

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The Score


Two drowned kings once met on Death’s island,

a boat to share for them to steer for the shores of life or the bliss of heaven,

yet they fought each other on the sands of time to be the sole buccaneer towards life’s vanity,

knowing that neither would triumph, they tore the vessel apart.

Alas left with,

 purgatory for home and hell for company.

starved off their selfish love to a hating cycle,

they begged for a swift end from the bed of eternal torment they created,

but Death..

Death has never been known to be merciful 

He sailed to Life, grim with his task to deport more souls,

with Death, it’s never personal. 


#Conundrum

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Cosmic Logic


She was a swift one, graceful like a cheetah in custom high heels

you couldn’t take your eyes off her,

in her gaze men found demise in their lust to own her as a trophy

yet they were left petrified permanently piqued

medusa tinged brazilian hair flowing way below her nape accentuated her shapely hillcut road curves

over the edge with a smile she drove men

but they crawled back pleading with gifted apples of a different sort than the one Eve knew..
you see, Andromina was a bad bitch.

love poems or deep lyrics had no sway with her

neither did gene passed fine features

she wasn’t that sentimental

to her..

sexiness was the sound of that green paper, handsome was the revving of that shiny new G Wagon and funny but smart she found that slick crib with the swimming pool.

this was her religion.
.. damned she was to the temporary bliss it brought her and blind to the world

she deafened her ears to the whisperings, blotted out the prejudiced looks and numbed her heart to the memories she deleted

.. she convinced herself daily she was a good one and only the Most High could judge her.

… and not anyone.

In that hope she laid her bet.
she hoped to wear white some day and walk down the aisle to be ringed by some mystery gent who either forgave her past or knew nothing about it…

for this she made crusades her second home and absolvitory social media religious posts a daily dose…

her faith in miracles was unchallenged
… sadly it wasn’t to be

for in her prime, her dreams were cut short

not by the viral infections of her night escapades or some moral backlash for her sins

but by a drunk taxi driver who after a rowdy evening of fermented cocktail of kosovo and stanky kush slept on the wheel and ran her down to her permanent slumber

… and the world did not stop.

.. afterall

It was just another dead human.

#Conundrum

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The What If


Begruding thoughts invade my mind lately

creeping into the hollow darks of my slowly hardening heart,

I dine with Bogarts and trade kisses with Dementors

nightmares take hold of my daily awakenings

I’m unworthy of the Light
my fluffed pillows remind me of how much she would have loved teddy bears

etched into the tombstone of my memories is what her name would have been.

Khadijah…
I feel so shitty and unclean but

I would trade time with the Dr just to change her diapers

or hear her loving giggles and chuckles of innocence

watching her take those tottering early steps

gurgling her first words

I can picture escorting her to her first day in school

oh the joy of that
tears of her first love and heartbreak in high school

leaving home for college and her university convocation..
Its all so lucid,

but I can’t and never will
I sent her mama to Marie Stopes for abortion

and so she never Was.

#Conundrum