Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

Red String

I waited for the rain to wash away my tears sought to soothe my weary soul wanted the storms outside to calm my hurricane inside But the sun shone through burnt my heart to a crisp sent me straight to the edge of sanity and lunacy the tornadoes without mirrored my fire inside My humanity…

Polluted

My mind is a pond of thoughts filled with an ocean of despair I am the impurities that flow in the city rain water after a heavy downpour My soul is a damaged sewer line carrying eons of pain through it I am the human trash floating in the ocean, chocking and blinding my own…

Hope

She got laid off two weeks ago today by the rigid owner of a company that says “it’s all about the people” her mistakes lay in her obedience in the zeal she had for work to please everyone through hook or crook she lived her job then said No to the CEO to his sexual…

INSIDE

my skin is a canvas my scars my writing the tones and dark shades are my cry for help my veins are artwork to be ripped apart by blade and knife then pieced back together my nails are weapon to tear and scratch at the beauty of my skin so I can hide the pain…

Rumblings

Atop my perch on the mountain I watched the clouds gather ominously tell-tale signs of an impending storm from the far East and North a brewing cacophony and the roaring sounds of thunder I saw the dust in the deep valley settle as animals scampered for dear life The rumbling continued unabated for days a…

work..

We walk side by side Strangers linked by destiny Graduates of varied fields Paper in hand Searching for jobs Non existent work In shrinking economies With near hyper inflation We believe in destiny Trust our instincts Hope for the best Pray to God For silence in return Who will write down The stories of we…

That Little Street Kid

You would barely notice him That little street kid Strategically seated in that wide corner At the junction between Nkrumah and Nasser road He’d barely moved for over an hour Small hands outstretched in a begging stance That little street kid Sat staring stoically ahead The muscles in his neck bulging in concentration He was…