Bamboo cane

I dey Datus Co

Yellow shirt, embroidered crest on the left side of my top pocket
Knee long dark, blue shorts
Brown belt, matching synthe sandals

Short afro hair this time, lit. No more in my adulthood, its cool the hairs don’t like my shining scalp now

Lunch box in hand.
Meet friends and to primary school we go, in Bubuashie

Continue reading “Bamboo cane”

Other side

Flee self, be

Living Mama’s are the carriers of thy labouring nine months

Ripples and waves of aches and pains
The anguish to relish the blossom of thy cactus
Shaping into adulthood from childhood

She parented, guarded thee, the child
Thy mind, body and soul
Differing thoughts and emotions transpire
Clash of the titans, bumpy roads and potholes

Continue reading “Other side”