individual choice

There’s no man without ancestors.

It only goes down to whether one

wants to worship them or not.


Because it seems an individual choice,

we can’t go on judging those who

aren’t doing praying like we pray.


And the answer to all of that is simple;

we’re men and not God.


And if we’re to act Godly,

we’re supposed to treat those

who are much weaker.

Or, have no supernatural powers

like us.


And the answer to this too is simple;

power corrupts because;

if it wasn’t due to men abusing


People will be free from harm today.


like arab

He wraps his face up with a

cloth to fight heat & sand up.

looks up & holds his stick up.

Birds & cargoes fly by but

the sky is barren.

No thick, dark clouds and

it looks unlikely to pour down.

The insects are having fun

encircling him and his beast.

It’s not just any other beast but,

a desert horse.

The animal can spend days without

having had drank a tot.

The wind is blowing and the merciless

sun chaps his skin.

It’s a pity he has no sun-screen,

even if he had, it’s before the evolution

of man and there are no drug-stores.

Being so, all he has to do now,

is to saddle up and hit the road

like arab.

without fruition

He tells me about how clued I’m not regarding ways

of God,

how I’m walking in the darkness of sin,

and how I’m the only soul who’s going

to burn in hell,

how I’m being influenced by unbelieving souls

who endlessly preach within train carriages

without any fruition.

How God and not the devil unleashes His anger

on us, unbelieving people of this world.

He mentions the misery of Job and how he

got back his wealth but,

forgets to mention how his wife nearly got him

Into trouble with God by telling him in his suffering

how unkind his Lord is.

He goes on and on but forgets to also mention how

Sodom & Gomorrah ceased to exist.

The verses and quotes are endless and though I’ve

no time to read the so-called Good Book,

I’m of God and read whenever time permits.

For the record;

I owe no man.

stupid fun

They say besides I talking a lot,

I review people’s lives and write

a lot.

Besides all that,

I work harder than everyone

and spend the little that I’ve

earned a lot like I earn much money

like they.

They’re even asking for me to give

them my cards pin number so that

they could draw a lot of money

before I spend a lot of it on trivial

things like fashion clothes,

food,cellphones & accessories.

There’s nothing wrong with how

I spend the money that I earned

because I’m the one who toils

While all that they do is spend

their time and money on stupid fun

like buying firecrackers worth thousands

of rands in festive and brag about their

New tea sets and how the mayor is likely

to fulfil their New Year’s Resolutions

by giving them title deeds for their

state-built homes this Summer.

See? nobody’s free.


Being single shouldn’t mean being disrespectful.
Shouldn’t mean one’s longing to be held by anyone
or anything because is left uncuddled.
Shouldn’t mean one is forever look to history for
And it also shouldn’t mean there’s comfort nearby
to look up too.
As there could be some persons around the block,
or somewhere in the jungle whose love would
leave them whole and fulfilled.
And the newness they had put unto their souls will
be evident to men and animals alike.
And when one feels the love,

they all of a sudden find themselves,

attracting good and bad people.
And if or when that happens they must;

sing along to the hymns of a happy choir–

booming from the speakers of your radio, Ipod or Walkman.
Life is a journey and people feeling unloved must,

still talk with others as if their lovers are there in comfort.
They must be comfortable so as,

this world will be able to notice them.

Because if they forever dwell on what they don’t have,
they’ll never find what they’re looking for.


And their sadness shall disturb us from performing our daily chores,

from finding out what’s it that they’re looking for.


And we don’t want to find us in that space.


I rode a taxi with the ghost.

Saw a ghost greet a friend

who looks just like it.

I thought to myself she

must be like Casper

The Friendly Ghost.

A cartoon character with

a white balloon-like body-


I have photos at home I’m

supposed to frame.

It’s just me alone.

No ghost.

And I got learn the hard way.

At township streets there’s

a thing called a ghost.

It’s nothing supernatural but,

just a man hating another man.

Yes! A man hater is called a ghost.

They say one’s life depends on how

it gets treated.

One could wake up naked at the

graveyard or,

It could whisper in one’s ear

And tell one where and how

to get that hidden treasure.

It can show one the place

where it and it’s friends had

been naughty while on earth,

how they evaded police arrest

after having robbed a bank and

how a bank statement meant

nothing to them.

You may wonder why I’m on


I just want to let you know that

I’m because I find it irresistible

at this opportune time.

I’ve tried to ignore the ghost but,

only a fool person could resist

it’s charms.