I AM STAN

 

I am poetry

I am the definition of the handwriting

On the walls of Babylon

The one your fathers couldn’t read

The one you are learning how to write

 

I am black

A proof beyond the colour on my skin

I am a testament of strong bronzed men and regal black women

From whose loins I sprang

See I am a story deeply rooted in the root of Africa

 

A story inscribed on the walls of Zimbabwe

I am the Ndebele’s, the Ngoni’s, the Zulu’s, the Yoruba’s, Igbo’s and Hausa’s

I represent a culture sprang forth by different mothers

Yet remain kinsmen of a single father

 

See I am Africa

The cradle of civilization

I beget humanity at the Nile valley

And made love to nature at Victoria fall

Yet I am the son that was sold to colonialism

And became a myth in a white man’s tongue

 

I am the river Nile

I am the foot print on the walls of Africa

The one who took course across the walls of Congo

Down to the land of the fallen kings

 

I am the voice you hear from the talking drum

The “ogene” is beaten to remind you

To tell our story in our native tongue

 

I am wole soyinka, chinue Achebe, Chimamanda Adichie, Tunji sotimirin, Niyi Osundare, El Robert, Paul word

I am the words written

To re-write the broken history of our story

Hoping that things that fell apart would one day fall back together

 

I

Am

Stan

MONA LISA

Come with me my love 

Away from the naked streets

Of the white man's land

Where mankind eyes glares

And street glass windows reflect our difference 

Come into the ambiance of the Black seas

Where the black shell houses the white walnut

Where the air sense of melanin fragrance

Where the cricket's lullaby puts us to sleep

Where your skin would glow as a clear oil lamp

And our ancestors would gather just to talk at night  

Let's sit with the moon In her full nakedness

She sends her kisses

I think we have her smiling at us

Below,the swaying palm trees rustles 

In the high night breeze

It is the hours of the stars

I think you've got them all wrapped up in your eyes 

The only one thing I would like you to do for me 

Is to share the blossom moonlight with me

Let's touch the joy of the earth with love

Let's cloth the world with a speechless emotion

Lay your head on my beard chest and listen

As my heart speaks of my feelings to you

Listen very closely as it echoes your name

Listen and tell me how the stars stares at us

in the mist of this rhythmic silence that cradles us

Smile into my eyes and grow my heart even more fonder

Let the air be lamed and awestrcken 

Let the fireflies glow even deeper

Let the cricket chirps loudly

For you whose smile freezes time

Let the night last much longer

Let the wind swirls strongly

Let the earth spins farther away from time

Let the stars falters even the more

For you who cause such wonder and awe

It's you mona Lisa; it's just you

That's has got me talking to the moon

It's your eyes that has got me dreaming of forever

From the clouds that floats by 

and the wind's silent whisper

It's you; the bliss that has found me

Nature paints us in different shade

But beauty isn't define by what is outside

But by what lies within

And in regards to how you make me feel

You've given me an insight

Of where I want to be forever

Of who I want to be with forever

Of whose face I want to dream of forever

It's you mona lisa 

It's just you.

Letter to "LOVE"

I wrote of you in every of my falling words

And spoke of you in a million languages 

I looked far for you

I searched the streets of time for you

I searched beyond the stars and their constellate

beyond the source of the sun and the planets for you

Yet you I found

I found you where time exist not

Where nights faded not and morning misses it’s turn

Where the sun smiles and the moon goes naked 

Yet I found you in a woman’s fickleness

For you I stripped naked of myself

Stood frozen at thy glorious presence 

I watched myself betray itself for you

I gazed as it gave it sanity away 

And cloth every judgement in your name

I heard they call you “Affection”

But I preferred a better caption to you speckles 

Those glimmer of perfection 

I make dreams of in my feeble mind

Oh “LOVE”

I have watched myself

Laugh and found comfort in your company 

Like a breast milk to a childs tongue 

I have stood and watched

my very own heart 

beat it’s drum to your rhythm

Whilst l gave out my precious juice

Without a seek for recompense 

Alas!

I have stood and watch

My heart faded for your very sake

Wilting away like trampled rose

I have watch 

Whilst my heart frozen into stiffness like a refined crystal

Frosted like a Wine glass in winter 

My emotions have she make merry of

My feelings have she poured out

To quench the selfish thirst running down her throat

My sore is unclothed 

My wound still runs deep

All because i seek of you 

In the wrong hands

 Oh! what a loss.

DEAR CHILD

You gather stars with your soft songs

And woo the naked moon

With your innocence 

The moonlight kisses your presence

And speaks of you highly

In the rays of her full nakedness

She comes down to fellowship with man

In the wake of your presence

Mother nature sends her apologies 

She pleaded guilty

To her ill-treatment 

Of hatred; of pain; and suffering

On floods of your kind

Buried deep into their mothers comfort

I plead guilty too

If only I wasn't born

Into this failed society

Where you my child 

will never go to school

Where the teachers cane 

Will never taste your buttocks

If only I wasn't around 

To witness

When you my child

Grow up to understand

That the land is polluted 

By sour taste of testosterone juice

The land is not as green

As they claim it is

They say its a patriarch system

That's why you my daughter

Would disown my name 

For another man's 

So you see

That your charming beauty

That sparkle of smile you cherish

Would be wiped off your face

Because you smell of no testosterone fragrance 

Your emerging breasts

Made of milk and honey

Would be doused by wicked lips 

Who consider your kind to be weak

And unequal to bearers of two testicles

My son

If only I could stop you

From hearing the mother drum

The rumbling brawl

From the street where the youths are lazy

if only I could take you off

The company of fools

Those men with sold conscience 

Running after the fragrance 

that came of greed

Don't be like them son

Don't walk in the path

Of lesser mortals

Many souls had gone beyond

Many souls are paralyzed by corruption 

Look away from them

For what lies ahead

Is condemnation.

REALITY OF BEING A POET

As weak as I am,
As strong as I seem
I dress up with words,
That fit my needs

So

You’ll never quite know,
What I’m really about
A facade of persona,
That you’ll never doubt

I’ll be a pillar when,
Inside I’ve crumbled
Calm, cool,
When my head screams and cries

Fine, when I know an unjust was done
Diplomatic when,
I’m raging inside

You will hear how beautiful life can be,
As I try my own self to convince
I write without, hesitation of hope,
Words of belief,
Are scribbled,
With nary a wince

Our lines, our stanzas,
Our poems of life
We instill faith,
For those who read

While inside we are really calling out,
For ourselves to also believe

BEYOND THE PAIN

Look beyond your regrets;

And paint your pain with a smile 

Don’t spend your today in worries

For life is pregnant with tomorrow 

I will watch your dreamy eyes

Whist you clothe your wishes with roses

Tomorrow holds more blessing,

Like a crown on the head of time.

There is a life away from the street,

Outside those rags around your neck

There is a life for you

Where your dreams will find the corridors of reality 

So honey, do not be afraid of dreaming

because your dreams are not there to scare you,

they are there to let you know 

That something in life is worth it

So go ahead; make those wishes

And paint yourself in tomorrows picture.

LONER'S WISH

Make me better with love

This my throbbing heart needs it dearly

Make me smile in my pain

Whilst I clothe my dreams with roses

Behold my wishes as they float the skies 

These wishes are painted before my eyes

In glitters of a broken smile 

My countless desires are bloated

Allow me to tell the world that I am naked

Allow me to feed my sight

With the countless images of fantasy 

I see across the street of life

I’m just a girl; nothing more than a girl

Caught in between reality and dreams

That sound you hear beneath my silence

Are wishful prayers of a kid

In hope of life and its luxuries.