Daughter of the Universe

I stand here in tears,
But unashamed,
Never unloved.


But the pieces begin to gain strength.


I’ll let this dream
Lead me on,
To the ends of the earth.


After all,
I’m I still not the daughter of the universe?
Still belong to the one who made the universe?

This is the simple me

This is the simple me



Never will I be ashamed of my sex,
Born a fighter,
And I will be thither


What a Friend we have in Jesus

Easter is here, and only on thing comes to my heart, soul and mind. A Loyal Friend, and the lyrics of this golden oldie hymn, “What a Friend we have in Jesus”.


A loyal friend knows you so well,

Is always there as much as they can,

To hold you when you cry,

To laugh with you when you win,



Sometimes the situation is beyond,

And you therefore have to behold,

The love of a savior who will hold,

Your hand,

Your soul,

In life’s greatest mysteries,

One who will be there,

More than,

Your closest,

Loyal Friend.


Just take a minute,

And recall,

He gave his life for you.

Would you do the same?

It was not the nails

That held him on the cross,

But his love for you and me.


Happy Easter.






This Thing

This Thing


This thing that leaves me wondering,
This thing that leaves me bruised,
This thing that gets me scared of the unknown,
This thing that makes me dream,
This thing that gets my head tired brain to think,
This thing that leaves me disappointed,
This thing that has made me lose track of time,
The beginning, the end and transition,
This thing that I can’t define,
This thing so divine,
This thing that is amorphous,
A mystery.

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The Musy Musy Muse

Hello Readers, something for your pleasure? Oh yes!

Today I don’t feel like I want to stop writing. This feeling in my stomach just won’t go away. I am told it’s the musy musy muse. Ever wondered where poetry comes from? I can’t explain. The muse.

Musy musy muse,
You woke me up tonight,
Came and stole my dreams,
In the morning,
You refused me to take a bath,
Musy musy muse,
I am at your service.

Just when I thought you had gone away,
You came back with a presence so clear,
A weight so heavy,
Okay Musy,
Here I am,
Musing with you,
All through.

Isn’t that enough?

No girl,
You rarely find me,
And when you do,
Doesn’t matter who is watching,
Just muse with the musy.

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It is Fun

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” Thank God it’s Friday and it’s 3 p.m.
I’m steady glancin’ at the clock, it’s almost time for the weekend
I grab my iphone, post a status for my friends
Send a text before the day’s end ’cause I ain’t tryna stay in”

These are the words that begin Group 1 crew’s song, “Live it Up”. Well dear readers, so long. I was just seated thinking about why we wait to have mad fun on Fridays. True, I’m in college and I can attest to the sea of humanity headed for all sorts of parties- what we call “bashes” and “rave” this side of the world. Never mind, here is my view…now that the weekend seems quite a distance away…

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Life is fun,
Yes it is,
It is fun to wake up early,
Before all your neighbors,
It is fun to take your bath early,
While everyone is still sleeping,
Fun to take breakfast,
In the tranquility,
Fun to get to the bus-stop on time,
Fun to walk to the lecture hall,
Humming your favorite tune,
Your foundation of boon,
For that day.


Yes, it is fun,
To get to class earlie,(intended)
Your head freshie, (again intended)
And the coursework seemingly easy,
It is fun to choose the best place,
To sit and ace,
The literary concepts,
The poetry,
That leaves your soul purged.

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It is fun to go for lunch early,
And come back as the others leave,
It is fun to leave last,
Arrive first,
It’s Friday,
Furahi day
We call it here,
To mean a fun, happy day.
In the weekend mood,
Oh yes,
I will go to the library,
I have had fun all through,
I don’t need a rave anti-climax.


The bottomline is, enjoy every moment, and if you have to “bash” on Friday, do it responsibly. Cheerz ya’ll.

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fun at work

fun at school



A path she takes,a path she’s led,
she had a light but they took it,she believed in love but they maimed it,so the dark she betrothed
in her heart was a hole,
yes she sold her soul
The abyss,she called home,
Her heart turned stone,exchanged her conscious for gold,her fortitude for rubies and pearls,
Her spirit for a mild applause,a standing ovation,an Oscar award,
holding on a facade that is Marilyn Monroe,
on a pad hid the shadow of her soul,
and gave up the ghost