80% perspiration

This tender bruised sun, heavy with the bulging anger of rain, settled into the horizon like a sore, as the boy wandered down the evening road. He had lost the slippers somewhere down the road, after the first drizzle, after the first crowd of boys had rushed him, after he had ran and fell into the manhole, after he had washed his bleeding knee, after the kind lady had given him a lift, after she had tried to kill him in her bathroom, after he had climbed through the window and broke his wrist on a flowerpot.  He stumbled near the parked cart filled to the brim with rubbish and rested his hands on the rim, catching his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to wriggle his wrist to feel how painful it was. It was swollen. He sighed and pushed away from the cart but the owner, a madman dressed in rags, his face hidden behind the buzzing wings of black flies, stood before him, watching him with red angry eyes.  i will drop you off the earth,  the dun sun in the s...

The road smoked a mirage; The tires screeched a skid. The bus made a superb ballet twirl And landed with a big splatter.

Purple haze in the sky, Blanketing the world In diamond studded velvet glow. The tender breeze caresses, Teasing and erasing the stress The sweaty and stifling sun Brought to the blue green world.

A friend of mine posted this on her facebook wall, 8 year old girl raped by a man and married to the rapist . I felt this to my soul. How can a man decide that sleeping with an undera ge girl i s normal? Why will the girl's supposedly caring parents give the girl to the said rapist as his wife? What has this world turned to? Are there no laws protecting the weak, helpless and innocents? These thoughts ran through my head as i composed a short piece i titled What Am I? This is to help generate attention in a social media campaign to save this child. The issue of the safety of the girl child should be included in bills to be deliberated on and passed into law. Please do read the link above and share the hashtag #Favour8yroldrapevictimneedsjustice.

Introduction I have been quite busy for some days now, thus the absence of posts here. well am back again and got some new stuff to weaken your knees as we continue our exploration of the dark parts of man.  I have two poems today, submitted by good friends of mine. I hope they reach you where ever you may be. The first is by Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho, He is a really good poet (my personal opinion) and i do hope he would have the time and patience to contribute to this project of mine. His works can be found on voicesnet.com and on his facebook wall. He titles this one, Reach. Eucharistus Valentino Omamogho

NOTE:   The attacks on Africans especially Nigerians from other African countries residing in South Africa does not tell a good tale. Agreed, Nigerians, for example, can be overwhelming but that does not make them demons or witches to be killed on sight as the bible doth commands. We in whatever country we are citizens of find certain foreigners obnoxious but accommodation must be reached because we are all humans; all members of the global community. This poem, #iamanafrican reaches out to those who felt aggrieved with the presence of other Africans in South Africa. Please show love. Peace.   Ps: Check out my design on www.cafepress.com/poetrypicturesshopping . we need to spread the word out.