African Rising Poet

I extend my sincerest gratitude to the almighty God. For now I comprehend the purpose of my existence today. It is not within my control, but rather His divine will. My faith in Him serves as the fuel, and I am the vessel, requiring His divine intervention to initiate my journey. Regardless of where life takes me, I place my unwavering trust in Him to guide me away from past tribulations. Lord, I offer my heartfelt thanks. I have borne witness to Your glory. I am truly blessed and grateful for all the blessings I have received. 🙏

✨ Diamonds in the Sky🌠

On a cold winter night
I looked up to the velvet sky,
What a beauty I see.!
Those gems sparkling so high,
Playful and happy.
Oblivious to what is on Earth
I could watch them all night,
Shining for all that they're worth
Their splendour fill me with warmth,
Although the air is so cold
And with the strengths of their beauty.

My fears and worries unfold.
I relax and breathe deeply,
Forgetting all dooms and gloom.
As I listen to the ✨ star's
Dance to the tune of the Moon 🌙

𝑶𝒉,
𝑆𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦,
𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡.

𝑆𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.

𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ.

𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.

-𝑐𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 💚
-𝐵𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙❤️

❤

POEM💌🌍
I Am An African
I am an African
Not because I was born there
But because my heart beats with Africa’s
I am an African
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa

When Africa weeps for her children
My cheeks are stained with tears
When Africa honours her elders
My head is bowed in respect
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing

I am an African
For her blue skies take my breath away
And my hope for the future is bright
I am an African
For her people greet me as family
And teach me the meaning of community
I am an African
For her wildness quenches my spirit
And brings me closer to the source of life

When the music of Africa beats in the wind
My blood pulses to its rhythm
And I become the essence of sound
When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun
My senses drink in its rainbow
And I become the palette of nature
When the stories of Africa echo round the fire
My feet walk in its pathways
And I become the footprints of history

I am an African
Because she is the cradle of our birth
And nurtures an ancient wisdom
I am an African
Because she lives in the world’s shadow
And bursts with a radiant luminosity
I am an African
Because she is the land of tomorrow
And I recognise her gifts as sacred
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"Just because your pain is understandable Doesn't mean your behaviour is acceptable"

- unknown

Satisfied Loner

I was not there
When all other kids
Were playing outside
in the playground. I was
Alone in corner imagining
that I was one of the three
Ninjas, saving the princess
from the kidnappers that want to
take her Away.

Later in life when all the
Kids went to the first party,
When they had their first dance
When they had their first kiss,
I was alone in my room reading
Books, playing video games.

Then when I went to College
I was again Alone in my room
Smoking my days with 🍁 w**d
Drinking beer and cheap wine🍷;
Get wasted and go to sleep.
So see I was never there 😌,
I will never Be .....

•Mom 💖

If my mother could read
I would take the lead for
I'm proud to be her kid
I would write a long letter..✍️

In the letter I would tell
Our journey, our laughter
Our tears and fears.
I would tell about her
triumphs and her low
moments. when I felt
Like an exposed caterpillar
She was my pillar, my
Souls healer..🤗

I would write about my hopes
My sacred promises and goals
My frustrations, my desperations
I have a long story,
She inspires my Poetry
Timing my misery,
I have to go East
Mbokotwana A/A; Tsolo is where
Her remains are peaceful rested..⚱️
I must do it this season,
For my Mother can't read.

°Oh Sweet ❣️love

I want to find you,
Anywhere you're.
Listen to my 💗 heart,
calling You. Come and
take my pain away.
I can't help it anymore,
I have to fight it everyday.

Since my childhood, my life
has been rude but I've never
given up, to find you. Love!
I've been always tough,
because I had hope 🤞
to feel your touch,
Just on my 💖 heart.

Don't you know I love you.?
Don't you know I want you.?
My sister told me a lot about
You. But why don't you ever
visit Me.? Am I not good for
You or maybe you don't care
about Me.😌

•Poetry

The pen ✍️
Life changers, Ban breakers
Poets are vessels through
Which poems are formed
Poetry is the expression of
the thoughts, feelings and
aspirations of the heart ❤️
The value of the pen cannot
be overemphasized. Pens are
the mirrors of the society.

The ills, kills, trips, deals, bliss
kiss and miss of the society
are exposed through the pen.
The poet is the pen ✍️ and the
lens👓 of the then and the now.
Poetry is a soothing balm to wounds
Poetry is a source of Joy to the
disheartened.
Poetry mends broken 💔 hearts,
Poetry is a world of its own.
Poetry is like a drink 🍹on a
sunny ☀️ day.
Poetry gives focus,
Poetry provides a home away
from home.🏡

∆ Triangle ∆

Triangles with equal sides
Strange mates, equal lies
Whose sides never meet
Lying and deceit.

Isosceles perpetuates equality
of mates, negating the third side
Tears, dreams, lost pride !
Justifying equilateral non-equilateral
thought,
Triangles continue their onslaught.

Disproving this theory of the
wise sage, desperate equilateral
smoulders in range !
Furiously searching for the
Equal- unequal triad,
Sides that never meet, in range it dies.
Three triangle ∆ with sides
Strange mates, equal lies