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Putting your thoughts into writing


I was thinking about you the other day,

thinking its years since I heard from you.

And maybe you had forgotten me

and moved on with your new lover and family.

 

Yesterday I logged into my old email account,

the one I hardly ever use,

intent on deleting every email in my inbox

when I stumbled on an email with your name… Image of a guy in a white shirt sitting by the computer, his face is not visible, only part of his chin can be seen

My insides clammed up,

but I thought it was one of those junk emails

forwarded by scammers using your email address.

I opened it to be sure,

my hand trembling over the mouse.

But I was wrong. It was not junk.

 

The knot at the base of my belly untied itself.

A feeling of warmth erupted at its core,

and I felt warm fingers crawling over my limbs,

spreading across my body

and tugging the edges where my lips meet.

 

You didn’t say much in your email.

But you never did say a lot face to face,

and you never needed to say a lot

to put a smile on my face or make my day.

 

In fact, you were always the shy type.

And I can remember: your darting big,

beautiful brown eyes escaping my gaze

whenever I caught you by chance watching me,

and the stifled giggle and hand over your mouth

that betrayed your guilt.

Picture of a black guy with a black headwrap, dark sunglasses and white shirt staring at the computer screen in an office.

When I looked at the date and time in your email,

I wondered if it was a mere coincidence:

the time I was thinking of you,

you were also thinking of me

and putting your thoughts into writing.

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Sometimes, I write poetry…


Sometimes, I write poetry that I never get to share. I was a poet before I was a blogger.

I wrote poetry that was published in a few anthologies. I even put together a collection of poetry I was keen on publishing but looking back today, a lot of it makes me cringe.

I performed on the London Spoken Word Scene for a few years before I went to university to study writing or find inspiration for a novel.

Between then and now, I have written less and less poetry although it was poetry that got me going for years when I had no outlet for my ideas or I was struggling with prose.

I think part of it has to do with the academic approach to writing poetry which I found too scientific and akin to skinning and dissecting corpses.

It put me off writing poetry for a while. By the time I was through with my studies, the poetry that had once bubbled effervescently from my mind was a dry well.

However, that period of dissecting corpses did throw up some interesting projects that I worked on for my poetry modules.

I recently came across some spoken word poetry I created for one of my modules as I was clearing my computer because the start disk was too full.

I thought I would share it with you guys. The picture quality is not that great but the sound is cool. It is not very original but I had fun putting it together.

It was inspired by This Poem I heard been read by Mutabaruka at Def Poetry on Youtube or you can watch it below. Enjoy.

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Women and Flowers


Picture of a pink flower

A flower and a woman

Have loads in common.

Both beautiful in summer

At their aura’s full power.



Pluck them too soon

And they wilt before autumn.

But if you really appreciate their beauty,

Let them blossom.



Cherish their memory

Because like unrequited love,

It is a love that never dies.

It lives on eternally

In the memories’ eyes.

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Publishing Opportunity


I have been sitting on this opportunity for a while. It popped into my inbox and got buried under an avalanche of emails. I made a mental note to give you the heads up about this writing competition but it slipped my mind.

There are still about three to four days to submit to Masons Road. The deadline is the 15th of November 2014.

Masons Road are an online literary journal. They are open to submissions in a number of genres. These are:

  • Poetry
  • Fiction
  • Creative Nonfiction
  • Craft Essay

The theme for issue #10 is memory and they are looking for creative takes on it.

There are two ways of submitting work. If like me, you don’t like paying for submissions, then, you can submit for free during their submissions period and they will consider your work for publication.

If you just want to test the waters and see how your work is received, you have nothing to lose. Go for it. It’s a different outlet. The worst thing they can say is no.

Rejection is nothing new to writers. It happens to the best. If it happened to JK Rowling, then anything is possible. But look how she ended up. All those agents and publishers who rejected her regret passing over that cash cow.

Alternatively, you can submit your work with a $10.00 fee. Your submission will be considered for the Masons Road Literary Prize. This includes publication and a $500.00 prize for the best entry.

You can visit their website here http://www.masonsroad.com to find out more about them and check out their submission guidelines. You can also read the last winner’s work, Formication – Patricia Canright Smith, and see if this is the journal for you. Previous issues of the online journal are available to get a feel of it.

If you have a piece that is gathering dust in some drawer somewhere or virtual cobwebs in your hard drive, dust it off and submit it. Any opportunity to build a publishing credit is good for your writer’s CV and your repertoire.

Good luck. My apologies in advance for the late heads up.

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Poets and War


Poets and War.

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Love Prescription


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Love can’t be prescribed

Like a doctor prescribes medication.

Take two three times a day

After meals and blah blah blah…



It has no algorithms.

It can’t be programmed.

If reason is the thesis,

Love is the antithesis.

It pulls tongues at science

And holds the middle finger to scientists.

You can’t slice it open

With a scalpel and pinpoint

Its vital and reproductive organs.



It can’t be legislated

Like those draconian

Immorality Acts

In Apartheid South Africa.

Imprison it

And it will

BREAK OUT STRONGER

Than it was ever before,

Bending and breaking bars.



It is what it is.

A wild seed that germinates where it wills

And takes root where it is unexpected

Until one day you see

It blossoming,

Petals unfolding and full of colour.

And you wonder by what alchemy

It grew in such an unusual place.



Love is its own prescription.

The chemical reaction

Taking over your head and heart;

Leaving you giddy and high.

It’s the elixir

Pulsing through the highways

And alternative routes of your body,

Killing the pathogens and viruses

Poisoning your heart and soul.

It restores your sense of balance

And healthy outlook on life.



It is the prescription

Pharmaceuticals can’t monopolise

And make a killing,

Transforming us into

Over the counter addicts.

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Poets and War


picture of bleeding hand

A surgical-like incision on my hand

Leaks red ink,

Flowing like a burst pipe

Connecting the membrane

Covering my skeleton

And hinterland.

Poetry beats in my heart ♥

And I bleed for my art.

Not only soldiers bleed and die

In the line of duty.

In the frontline of many world wars,

Poets died far, far, far away

From home with poetry locked inside

The kernel of their minds.

Have you heard of Chris Okigbo

That revolutionary poet

Who downed his papers and pen

And picked up a gun in the Biafra War?

Realising the bullet

Was stronger than the pen

He sacrificed his life

Dodging bullets and bombs

In the name of freedom.

He died with his gun

In his arms

And poetry stuck between his gums.

His poetic sensibility –

A politicizing factor.

He bled for his art

To free minds and hearts

And realise the envisioned self.

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October 28, 2014 · 4:58 pm

Nocturnal Wanderings


Victorian Houses

I am a flâneur

Strolling through the narrow arteries of the great city

Under the watchful gaze of the pregnant moon

I cross deserted squares

And follow rows of terraced Victorian houses

On both sides of the narrow streets

Where once upon a time carts and coaches ran

Behind great horses with shining manes

The entangled labyrinthe of the city

Shines like a cluster of diamonds

Bathed in waves of phosphorescence

Thames at Night

I stand by the bank of the Thames

Gazing at the sparkling stars

And city lights flashing in her waters

Here Marlowe once remarked in the Heart of Darkness

It was once a very dark place

London At Night

The sleeping city roars like a raging river

Outside my bedroom window

I curl up like a seed in a pod in my bed

And I rise and fall rise and fall

Like a tiny shell riding the waves of that great river

London From Balcony 2

I traverse all over the city

Without setting a foot outside

While others dream with their eye curtains shut

I dream with my eyes wide open

Seeing the city in my inner eye

Drawing from my memories of

Sights I captured on my walks

As a flâneur traversing

London streets’ at nightfall

Now I project this lucid picture

Upon the closed curtains of my eyes

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Knot I Have Become


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The crescent moon creeps through the window

As the night stumbles through the light starved rooms

Its cloak reeks of deep sleep

And I listen to its nocturnal wanderings

While I toss and turn in bed

Blindly fumbling under the covers

To extricate myself from the intricate

Knot I have become

And free myself

To reach my full potential

An unrestrained spirit

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My Canvas


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The world is my canvas

Words the broad brushstrokes

I use to paint 🎨

The perfect picture 📷

And the the universe

The celestial gallery

I exhibit my creations.

© M’sama 2014

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