Remember me

“Remember me”

He said as he neared his crucifying death

Although he was sure he wouldn’t last in the grave

He sure wanted to last forever in my heart

“Remember me”

Lest I get consumed in the pretty faces

Churn thoughts into sensual emotions

Feeding the beast within I am to mortify

“Remember me”

Even as I eat of the unleavened bread

To whet my appetite for the Living Bread

To unshackle me from the bonds of mortal bread

“Remember me”

As the cup my mouth engage

Invoking images of him drinking my cup of sorrows

That I may wine with God the father

“Remember me”

Though he knew I was far from perfect

Just wanted me to put him in focus

To be the only thought that would calm my heart

“Remember me”

He asked but not with poetry any can muster

But a redeemed heart eager to serve the master

Without which no one can prosper

A Fine World of Appellations

We live in a fine world of appellations

A world where we have a fine name for everything

There is a name for the fine gentleman in the uniform

Another for the fine damsel selling her body

I wonder what they call a fine God in a cruel world

Or soothing pleasures that breed fine sufferings

The thing about fine names is how they work

On a fine day, we are the judges of them all

Fine Adams in our own right

We bestow nomenclatural honours in our royal fineness

Then the fine names begin to mould

A layer at a time until the cast is finely formed

Many fine years then down the road

We look at our fine creation

Gape in fine horror…

When fine monsters roam our land

In our fine anger, even more names we execute

For me, neither do I need nor give names:

I am fine!

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Can't Get Over You

These days leave me lonely
It has nothing to do with those around
Repeatedly I stare at the pictures
Wishing I could get back those moments

Here in the arms of the cold I cringe
Dying for the warmth of your embrace
To have your palm on my forehead
The way you love is out of this world

I hate the way the loneliness digs
I know you have given me many chances
But I can?t help but beg for one more
Cos I just can?t get over you

I miss the laughter on your chubby face
The smile when you twist your face
The curve on your inviting lips
And your angelic touch, paramour

I could write a thousand words
Speak in metaphors and similes
But I know the truth when I see it
I just can't get over you

Tales of the Janed

John was the guy I always liked. We were so compatible. He had many issues but then I had always understood that no one was perfect. (Even Jesus was not a perfect human; he did not sin, after all humans do.) I am not interested in Jesus; I am interested in John. On the other hand, should I say was?

Our relationship started on a fated day, a day I remember like yesterday, and desperately trying to forget. We met at a friend’s room – well, technically it was a friend’s room. I was only sharing her bed space with her. We talked for hours. Bo, I felt like I had found my perfect match. I still believe he was perfect for me until…

John was a guy like no other. But hey, what girl wouldn’t say that of her man. Anyways, we were an item for a while, and I did hope it lasted forever. I mean, we were just perfect. I was ready to put up with his shenanigans as long as he was going to be open with me. Yeah, that is I. I hate lies; it is a major turn off.

It turned out John was unique after all. He was a guy with plenty of excitements. That was fine by me, given my personality. I get bored easily so a little excitement on the side is always welcomed. He drank many kinds of liquids and burnt a bit of grass wrapped in paper here and there. Hell that is none of my business. I never made his personal life my exclusive reserve and still did not when his eyes began to stray.

Do not pretend dear reader, our eyes stray. Some of us are just more sincere about it than others. Anyways, so his eyes began to stray. As with most people, he might have felt a certain discomfort. However, like Esther Perel (I honestly do not know who she is or what she does, it is just one weird neighbour of mine that mentioned her), I believe our basic makeup as humans allow for a bit of adventure. You do not believe me? Ask your pastor why he had an affair with the choir mistress although he had a beautiful wife and “direct communication” with God.

Thus, I did have a talk with my man. I told him I was not going to cage the beast within; I only wanted sincerity. Hey, do not think I told him to go on rampage and relate the sordid details to me; I am not a pervert. Although I might not mind some juicy gist *winks*. As it were, it seemed we had an understanding on that. Do whatever you like but never take me for a ride. Folks would later say that was a wrong move. (Mimicking Mary’s voice) Whatever mhen…!

Well, it turned out that guys are pathological liars, or most guys at least, with John at the top of the ladder. Even when it was freaking obvious (just as it is obvious that I wanted to use the f-word), he still denied it. He refused to admit to what he has done even when he knows I HATE LIES SPOKEN OR IMPLIED.

Chai, I am losing my temper. I really do not like losing my temper. However, with lies, I just cannot help it. Damn, I am not going to lie; I have issues with being fooled, worse more with someone I trust. They say humans have a line they want no one to cross; well, that is mine.

I honestly want to think it is over between us. Whatever compatibility we might have, of what use is a relationship if I cannot trust my man? I mean, I just cannot stand it. Guess what, I am going to deal with him like no other. He sure has seen me react to a lie from some other; surely, he should know what to expect.

Thinking about it now, did I set myself for it all along? Alternatively, is this a character flaw rearing its ugly head? On the other hand, is this just some challenge to the strength of our relationship? Then again, am I just making a mountain out of a molehill?

The Embrace of The Janed

Here lies a temple before me

One unlike any other
Of fair skin and long legs
Of heaven’s smile and Einstein’s brain

Her back turned towards me
Her fineness posed towards me
Front to back, hers to mine
As magnets of opposing sides

The sights before my eyes
Of stretched legs and smooth skin
Invoking straight from within
Thoughts and visions of a life unreal

These feet that I see
Those flesh I hope to caress
To play the masseur in part
And the worshiper in another

These thoughts that I think
I mean these thoughts that I kill
Is it for fear of the ‘worm medicine?’
Or respect for her royal temple

The mind strives not to see
The sights that make men to rise
To come to that finely temple
To worship in symmetrical procession

Perhaps my thoughts are muddled
Roughen by thoughts of sensual motion
Or smothered by thoughts of ethereal thrills
Of warm flesh on soft skin

I still long to stare at that face
To revel in human perfection
To bask in the smile of a goddess
To be lost in the embrace of the Janed

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The Diamond Ring

Kate looked at the dog with derision. He was a cheerful dog with a nice disposition that endeared John to him. That was Kate’s problem; she saw the dog as a threat.

Kate and John have been dating for three years and counting, she was very happy in the relationship and felt she had found her Mr. Right; not until she became aware of John’s extreme affection for the dog.

John cared for the dog as if it were his child. He would wake up in the morning, and after his morning prayers, and prepare a meal for the dog. Before serving its breakfast, he would take it to the bathroom and give it a pampered bath. He would always make sure the dog was ready for the day before he considered himself.

Kate felt threatened by the dog. Most times, she wondered if she was not playing second fiddle in John’s life. Even the dog seemed to notice the overflow of affection and was basking in it.

When John proposed to Kate, her john knew no bounds, she hopped for joy and kissed him full on the mouth. She was in the third heavens. The two carat diamond ring was beyond her wildest dream. It was fit for a princess. Just as she made to recline on john’s chest and savor the emotional feel, she saw the dog stroll in.

He came towards Kate and wagged its tails. It noticed something good had happened and wanted to share in the fun. Kate looked at it in disdain and walked into the kitchen.

Later that day, Kate decided to go shopping. John offered to drive her. As expected, the dog tagged along in the backseat.

The market was swelling with traders and buyers alike with a healthy serving of beggars, pickpockets, toll collectors and porters. Navigating one’s way was a near nightmare.

Kate had left John and the dog in the car. John advised that she left the ring in the car but she would not hear of it. No one could snatch the ring from her hand unknowingly to her, she reasoned.

After one hour of sampling, bargaining and heaving, Kate made her way to the car park with a half-filled BARCO bag. John looked on as she made her way to the car. He could not understand how #5000 should not bring at least two overflowing BARCO bags. He shrugged and walked towards her to help with the “load” much to her comfort.

They walked to the car as Kate recounted tales of how market women tried to cheat her and touts gawked at her. They had go round to be back of the car to keep the bag in the booth. Just as she attempted to close the booth, John noticed that the she wasn’t wearing the ring anymore. He pointed it to Kate and they began looking for the ring.

Just then, the dog ran out of the car and attacked a man in suit. The man was shocked and scared at the same thing. He was struggling to get the dog’s teeth from his face when John and Kate ran up to him. They were very embarrassed. Kate was apologising profusely to the man while John scolded the dog.

Just as the man stood up and was about to leave, John something shiny in the man’s palm. He held the man by the hand and saw Kate’s diamond ring in his palm. The man immediately drop the ring and fled for his life.

Bystanders who had witnessed the event chased after the man. He was then taken to the police station after been beaten by the guys in the market. Kate hugged the dog, grateful for what it had done. She no longer saw it as a rival but as a friend.