FATE

The rain fell on my roof alone

With it came the deluge

That carted away only my property

The foundation of my house

Though built solidly

Was mocked by the mesh

Leaving it shuddering

When the sun came

The flood dried

Everywhere became hot

Then, wild fire begot my roof

Again, only my house was hit

The oracle professed: “cursed!”

The evangelist: “you must be born again!”

Then I lost my mind

I went gaga

Really barmy! 

They took me to a nut house

Where other nuts-real nut cases

Advised me to take life as it came.

REALISM

Life is not like an Arabian Night adventure

Where magic happens in the picture

There is no magic carpet

Nor a magic wand

No Genie!

In this life many music play

Euphonic or cacophonic,

A man must dance to his music

He must dance to the song he sang

If you see a flying saucer

Then you must be watching a fairy film

Beware of the things you see

For not all are of this world

What are your fantasies?

Is it a car, a house or a beautiful wife?

Maybe you want some kids too

But have you a job yet?

Fantasies aren’t real

Wake up to  realism.

IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE

When our brothers were suffering

They didn’t hate one another

Our brothers did not fight one another

They did not rob one another

When “they” ruled with their Jim Crow

Our brothers were united

In the fight for freedom

They stood in unison to decry

Our brothers spoke one voice

When uhuru hit them by surprise

They became free

From the dungeon they got out

And like an un-bottled Jinn

They shouted:

“Freed!”

“Viva!”

“Black power!”

“Black is mighty-full”

It was party-time in the ghetto

My brothers danced to the song they sang

Afrikaners, Zulus and the Kaffirs 

Mixed up and messed up

They started hating

Crooking, 

Fighting,

Even raping

No longer at ease: the southern hemisphere

Black against black

Black police brutality on black brothers

Everyday, new trouble for us

In the southern hemisphere.