Snakes in my Closet

 

There are snakes in my closet

I can’t change my clothes

So I change my shoes

Then I walk the talk of the Lao Tsu monks

And talk the walk of the Tableegh

 

A million miles

Crossing the smiles

Of the bank of the Nile

 

A thousand miles

And oh there comes Alidu’s bile

Dreadful of the foreseen act so vile

 

And still I boast

Of how all the Marabous of West Africa

Wonder at the meaning of my words...

 

Perhaps the intricacy of the unseen

Knows no place in my thoughts

Perhaps the depth of the spirits unseen

Are shallow pits in my world

 

The talking drum of the Wulomei

I see feet dispersing dust

I see priestesses clad in charms

Moving to the rythm of the beats...

I am in a trance

 

Snakes in my shoes

Then I shall walk barefooted

 Cracked feet...

 

Why call Obama black

When he is equally white?

The mind of the African has been beaten by elementary biology!

 

If I announce my hunger

I shall die of starvation

But if I sweat

I shall eat

There is reward after toil

 

And then there was a period.

.

.

.

and several others...

 

 

You and I

I will always be there for you

To smile at you when everyone else is frowning

To hold your hand when you are nervous

To look into your eyes when all you need is assurance

 

I will be there for you

When the nights are cold

And when you need someone to sprinkle water on your face for qiyamul layl

 

I will defy the laws of math

As I show the world that 1+1=1

Me plus you is one

 

With the strings on a guitar

We’ll play a tune

The tune of love...

 

We’ll take steps

Through the mud during the storms

We’ll take each step together

Whilst holding hands

Together we’ll look beyond the storm

 

Trees provide shade from the sun

My heart will be your shade

if love ever had a beginning

then let it end with us...

 

I will draw love

not the love the whole world knows how to draw

but the love we've shared

 

Our love is

deeper than the love of the literary lovers

and deeper than the well that quenches the thirst of the camels on the sahara  

 

romeo and juliet don't exist in our world

and even if they did

they wouldn't mean a thing to us...

alhamdulilah!

 

when we met i realized how much we complete each other

we are like a Davinci painting torn into two

a masterpiece waiting for Allah's will

to be one piece again

I'm glad we met

 

alhamdulilah

alhamdulilah

We are one,

You and i...

Mirror Mirror, I know you can Speak.

I told you never to look me in the face like that again. I remember that moment, so well. Do I need to remind you? With your dirty acne populated face you dared to ask me how you looked. As usual I was silent. I stared at you and continued wishing I was given a tongue. You filled your face with those coloured powders and I made you believe you looked good so you stupidly walked into the streets so full of yourself. Most admired you, I suppose. If only the rain fell and washed away that transient beauty powder you bought at the market. You look like a beast without them; the lip colours, the eye colours, the facial colours... the manufacturers did you good! They gave you things to hide your ugliness. But, but what if you get married to one of the men you attract with your fake beauty? Will you wear those things in your sleep? And if you take a shower?

Look at you! Looking into me and asking me questions when you know I can’t speak. You are able to see through me to see yourself, why don’t you ever look through yourself to see yourself. I only show you what you want to see, I deceive you...