Africa

Sahara Noir

 

  I have stood Barefoot in the sun 

Wading through the blushing shallows

In the  Oasis of the Ahaggar Mountains.

My chest is hard and brown.

I have collected the tears Of the Boswellia Sacra 

as they mourn the early Dawn Sun.

I have intoxicated my self,

Consuming the hot molten rum of Dates And Myrrh.

And carelessly wandered off 

In the Perils of the blistering sun.

At nighttime, 

When the moon casts its heavy cool glow

The Ancient Temples burn away the tears

A hot languid incense steams

From the burning sands 

showing you the way. 


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MY HEART IS GREEN

Green is my colour,
Nigeria is Green,
Africa  is Green,
Our land is Green.
My heart is Green,
God is Green.

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Sugar Daddy

 

 

 

Sunday, March 24, 2013

WRITTEN BY TG GREEN

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                           

 

 

 

He came in all flashy
He sat down in room with Papa
He pointed at me
I want her
cash was exchanged
I cried
Know one listened
He drove me to a Hotel
I was so scared
In the room...he took me
Took my innocence..
I wasn't alone he had more girls
Time flew by...
Daddy lent us out...to strangers
the strangers raped us
I started to feel sick
was taken to the doctor
doctor asked if I used protection
he washed his hands
He said you have AIDS
Where did you catch it from?
Daddy?
Whats your daddy's name?
Sugar Daddy
 

                                                                                                                                                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was written in memory of those lost around the world from sex trade.

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RAINBOW

When the rain stopped,

And the storm ceased,

The wind calmed,

And the weather cool.



Then appeared up in the sky,

An arc of colours,

Spread over the blues,

A sign of hope.



The cloud is clear,

The firmament clean,

The mountains glow,

Reflecting the colours of hope.



Leaves dance as trees move,

Grass clap as the birds sing,

Peace is still,

As shown by the rainbow.


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The Letter

Ugonna Wachuku  


Prologue 


To fill empty hours of my despair; to occupy these fleeing 

hours that seem to have no meaning; just to find fulfilling 

reality to the pain I face, let me write you this letter; hoping 

that my intention would be well understood; believing that 

whatever I feel for this being on the path to love and life 

would be made known when the next new moon brightens 

our calm sky; in order to bring hope, inspiration and smiles

to the bleeding soul of each humankind who fatally face 

persecution and fundamental human rights violation.  


May we have good governance, servant leadership, love, 

human rights, peace, security, abiding electricity, healthcare, 

education, economic viability, prosperity, durable roads, 

functional public transportation, national pride, global 

respect, accountability and sustainable development for 

our enduring, protesting plus "suffering and smiling" 

people. 


This is a mind journey in the being and soul that I am. 

In my native Igbo language, we call it: ak na uche; 

meaning common sense and good thought. Let me, 

in this poetic letter, take the mantle of good thought 

and common sense into that unfathomable realm of 

the human mind and essence in motion. This is the 

realization of all that makes us human. Whether 

we are humane is another matter.

 

Let me, therefore, write this letter to you; believing 

that the meaning of all I desire and cherish for the 

survival and oneness of humanity would be seen in 

that same spirit of peace, love, creativity, innovation, 

sustainability, inspiration and solidarity amongst 

humankind. May we see, hear and understand. 

May we be. 

 

The Letter:

 

Beloved:

 

Many days ago, I left home.   
You were not there; but I had
to take you with me in order to
find meaning to the new person I
would be through creativity 

and innovation. 

 

You were not there. So, I resolved
not to leave you behind shadows and
dark clouds. Many streams flowed in
my heart. I was so lonely. Yet not
alone. I was on my way to this new
life, hope and beginning. Yet, I
knew brooks in your thought. Those
brooks embraced and watered my effort
to find that nature of life in an
environment so peaceful yet painful.

 

My faith was strong. I had every
firm belief that I would make it.
You gave your blessing and love
even before I asked. Did you not
tell me what to wear? Did you not
affirm that my faith will surely
see me through in that ever 

present Sea Walker's

unfailing love and care?

 

When you walked away, a windy, 
calm, refreshing breeze from you
embraced my being. I felt angelic
hands on my head and shoulders.
Thoughts of you followed me to the
end of blue, midnight clouds and
skies. I was breathless. I hoped to
see earth's coming new day.

 

In my dreams; in my thoghts:- those
thoughts you posses, I saw your face
that blue, cloudless night. I saw 

inspiring hand of beauty and dignity

which you placed on my life. I waited

to embrace your new rainbow. Then,  

waited on the beach of your love

and solidarity to ponder and dream
good, new dreams for you and for
me, for humankind in need and pain.

 

I write to you today, in my pain;
in my despair; in my uwavering 

hope; in my uplifting joy, in my

loneliness and calm uncertainty; 
just to let you know that love will
always conquer; even when its not
given or given but not accepted. 

 

You mean hope itself to me.
You mean loving thought and
the will to survive to my
being. You are life. You are
love so brilliant. And this

loving brilliance I must follow

in order to remain human with
humaneness; for us and for

our enduring, protesting plus

"suffering and smiling" people;

because through this devastating

pain, meaningful freedom, sustainable

liberation and hopeful reality must 

emerge to plant our inspiring people

on flourishing "green pastures"

of this blessed land.   


With love and every beautiful wish:

 

Ugonna Wachuku