Feint and Margin

My soul raved for sex I espoused it even above the offspring of success while I lusted cheaply after black sisters in mini skirts desired a little bit of fame took charge and purchased some delight sitting on the hype of this game my existence knew no shame as I placed my dignity on sale [...]

Where am I? Where am I- that I cannot be cheese of happiness and success Where am I? Where am I-

What is a black man’s uniform? Is it blue overalls and aging paint-splattered boots? Is it baggy jeans worn nearly to the knees? With an oversize tee and baseball cap? Or a Fubu jacket with enough gold in your teeth To rival your fingers and neck?

This Poem was written during the Junior Achievement (JA) Awards held in Ghana. Junior Achievement is an initiative which helps young people to bring entrepreneurial collaborations between schools in Africa. Zainab Abdallah shared her poem titled ‘Our history’ with over 200 guest during the gala dinner held at the La Palm Hotel in Accra Ghana. [...]

They came With bags and luggage’s Load and loads Brushing off the morning dew from the bosom of the grass Invading privacy with missions untold

I am raised by a village of breeze over the grassland hills of simple dotted homesteads and grazing animals, on green lands and lying savannah’s of farms and ripened banana’s of pots and archived silver-wares. I am a Villager A Villager of healthy maturity Mandela Tatamadiba. Mandela Tatamkhulu I am raised by a village of [...]

Misconceptions saturated in hate and unwanted tendencies of not giving a crap anymore. My drastic benevolence shattered in thin air flots aimlessly towards the end of the beginning. I may be flawed wit many characters, some unknown to myself, yet I’ve lost count of what’s real and unreal consciously, when the answer I seek is [...]

The future is now Reality is only how Ideas germinate on stones Plans are like a decomposed set of bones At the base of calculus- Mathematical functions and the use of the abacus, On the pages of life, we craft a way Of attaining the status of a better day

This poem drew its inspiration from the conversation I had on Facebook upon congratulating Lindiwe Mazibuko on becoming Democratic Alliance (DA) party leader in Parliament. Young black South Africans in their mid 20′s and early 30′s shared similar sentiments to mine. A brave African lady slightly older than us decided that we had all lost [...]

Some have it that, If you want to hide anything from the African, It should be the book. Tell them! Tell them that the barbarian has come home Tell them! Tell them the Masai has put down his spear Tell them!