Silence

They say silence is the best answer for a fool,
But it also often make one look like the fool.
Be swift to hear but be slow to speak,
Do that! And you would be termed weak.


My silence could be my weakness,
But my silence is also my strength.
It’s a deadly weapon in my closet,
And a vital tool in my back pocket.


When I’m silent, no one knows my mind,
No one can tell what I’m thinking about.
My intentions no one will be able to find,
And my deep secrets none would figure out.


Whosoever keepeth his own tongue is wise,
But saying the right words is twice as nice.
That is why I filter out my thoughts nicely,
So I could open my mouth and talk wisely.


My words mean so much to me,
That’s why I carefully choose them.
Each & every time I open up my mouth,
I make sure what comes out is wisdom.


Words said is like broken a broken egg,
It can’t be picked up and put together.
Apologies can’t take it back when you beg,
It has gone forth, never to return forever.


Actions they say speak louder than words,
So I invest in my actions and save my words.
I raise my actions pitch over that of my voice,
Because loud voices often comes out as noise.


Many words don’t make one justified,
So I say words that make others edified.
I’m silent doesn’t mean that I’m clueless,
It’s certainly not a sign of my weakness.


I might be quiet, but definitely not slow,
I might be silent, but obviously not dumb.
My silence is my secret you’ve always wanted know,
My silence is what makes me explode like a bomb.


© DK, December 2010

Myself versus Love

I hate being alone,
But, I love my personal space.
I don’t like answering my phone,
Yet, loneliness is written on my face.
I like to be me & do things on my own,
And still, I don’t wanna be all alone.


My laptop is my companion,
TV has become my best friend,
Coz it stays quiet until I turn it on,
And stops when I want the talking to end.
I simply get to control it & take dominion,
With no apologies: No hard feelings.


This is the major issue with me:
I want to be happy, but also be free.
Routines end up getting to bore me,
Coz I’m as random as I could ever be.
I like to explore the new things I see,
Spontaneous; not a freak, that’s me.


I wanna know how it feels to be in love,
But I just don’t know if I can sacrifice.
I wanna sell my heart in the name of love,
But I’m not sure if anyone can pay the price.
I wanna be myself & I also wanna be in love,
But it seems impossible, that’s why my heart cries.


It is like being hungry & full, all at once.
Like crying & laughing at the same time.
A part of me tells me I want somebody,
But the other part of me says I need nobody,
Coz my happiness shouldn’t depend on anybody,
And now, I don’t know what I want anymore.


© DK, Nov 2010

Like a Chameleon

There is nothing I see now that won’t vanish,
Nothing I eat that won’t finish.
All the problems I have today,
Will one day surely pass away.
The pain I’m presently going through,
And the cut I got from the spear life threw,
Are definitely not going to last forever,
It won’t keep flowing like a river.
I know it sure has an expiry date,
That will usher in a change in fate.



They say every good thing comes to an end,
That’s why I cherish every good time I spend.
Seeing how a day ends up becoming a night,
And how darkness takes over from sunlight.
Not that the moon overcame the sun in a fight,
It’s just that each of them has its own time.
Everything in this imperfect world changes,
Just like the sun & moon agreeably exchanges.
Teaching that nothing in this life is permanent,
And that change in this present life is imminent.



Times & seasons do change,
And people also change with time.
Feelings & emotions do change,
But he makes all beautiful in his time.
Each day comes with a great challenge,
Wondering what will be the next to change.
That is probably why the earth is spherical,
So it can easily roll around which ever way.
Therefore, never trust a very good day,
For it could change like a Chameleon.


© DK, October 2010

Beauty to Beast

They said she was once like Jesus,
That she was gentle, meek and mild.
But now she's a terror to all of us,
As she’s gone extremely wild.
Getting her to talk then was by force,
What has happened to that quiet child?




Suddenly she has become a wild beast,
Like a ferocious beast from the east.
She uses human hearts for a feast,
Devours them from the greatest to the least,
And uses all their tears for her drink,
With pleasure like a boy skating on a rink.




There is intensity in her eyes,
That no one could behold.
Fire comes out of her mouth,
A fire that scares even the bold.
In her presence, even the soldier trembles,
As the steel in his heart utterly crumbles.




Like a remote, she controls men,
Make them shiver like they caught a cold.
Approaching her is like walking into a lion’s den,
They shake like babies although they are old.
She dominates with a tender but yet strong fist,
Her intimidating beauty turned her into a beast.




But as for me, I’m a different kind of man,
I tame the so called beast because I can!
She isn’t a beast to me: she’s a Beauty.
She’s my soft spoken Angel, so pretty.
But if you come too close to my Beauty,
I’ll make my Beauty turn into a beast.




© DK, October 2010

I am a Student

I am a student,
And life is my classroom.
My experiences are my teachers,
And my friends are my classmates.
My mind is the blackboard,
My heart is my note book.
The word is my text book,
And my prayer is my ruler.
My mistakes are my sharpeners,
And my good deeds are my pencils.
The skin I have on me is my uniform,
My challenges are my examinations,
My failures are my home work,
My successes are my promotions,
And God is the able school principal.





As long as I remain in this mortal flesh,
And breathe this nasty air some call fresh,
I will! Yes, I will always remain a student,
For my skin is the uniform that qualifies me.
So as long as I live, I’ll open myself up to learn,
Just like I did as a little boy in that classroom.
I’m seated, focused with my notebook & pen,
That I might have the best of grades to earn,
Knowing that failure to learn ends in doom.
Just like my long 30cm ruler back in the day,
My prayers straighten up my life’s pathway.
My experiences & mistakes makes me wiser,
And their corrections make my life even nicer.
Therefore, I will keep working tirelessly hard,
Like the good student I have been called to be.





© DK, October 2010

Why Why Why?

Father can you still hear me?
Are you there, can you still see?
For months I have been praying,
Yet nothing has been happening.
If only I have faith & believe,
You said I will ask & receive.
Is that a lie, I’m I being deceived?
Coz I have asked & have not received.
I thought you said you could do all things,
Why haven’t you done mine, is it my sins?
I cried to you mornings, afternoons & nights,
Can’t you see my tears from heaven’s heights?
Sorrow has become the meal I eat every day,
Tears have turned into the water I drink daily.
Why don’t you answer my prayers… why?



Child, it hurts me to see you cry,
I hear your voice over & over again,
In agony asking me, why… why… why?
Why I have left you with so much pain,
And doubting if my word is true or a lie.
But listen child; here is the truth of it all,
I’m not deaf, I hear you every time you call,
And I always speak to you right there,
But you are far too impatient to hear,
And listen to what I had to say to you.
How can I take control of your situation,
When you have refused to give me the space to?
Now all you need to do is to trust me & let go.
Just step aside & stay out of my way,
Then stand still to see my salvation this day.



© DK, September 2010

Back Home

Just like the prodigal son that walked away,
And returned to his father empty.
I am returning to you again today,
As one who is remorseful and guilty.
Knowing I have nothing justifiable to say,
As I kneel before you broken, filthy and dirty.
I heard your voice telling to come back,
I refused then, but now I’m back, coz I lack.
I realize that without you I have no hope,
That is why I have come back home.



Just like that lost sheep,
I wandered away from your tender care,
To be lashed by life with a long whip,
In a wilderness of wild animals and scare.
I regretted ever walking away from you,
And I longed to find my way back to you.
I craved to return to my former place,
Where I once felt your love and embrace.
Right there and then, I heard that your lovely voice.
You found me and brought me back home to rejoice.



I am now a new and transformed person.
I have returned and learnt my lesson.
Therefore, I vow that now that I’m here,
Never again will I be going anywhere.
I am a testimony of one once gone astray,
But Thank God, I’m now back home to stay.
I am the story of one who was once lost,
But glory be to God that I have been found.
After been away from home for so long,
I’m so glad to be back home, where I belong.



© DK, September 2010.

My Twin

Even if I fall a seventh time,
Like the previous six, I’d still rise,
For I believe my falling isn’t a crime,
But I choose to see it as a little price,
A small price of the value of a dime,
And an opportunity creating sacrifice.
For as long as I don’t stay down but rise,
I know that I’d see success with my eyes.
Although the road is rough and tough,
Discouragement will never be enough,
To stop me from getting to my dream,
Even if it means me going the extreme.
I have no fear; I will surely get there,
The vision is clear, the destination is near.
There is no stopping me right now,
This is not mere words, it’s a vow.


NO! I will never give up,
I said NO! I will not even stop,
Until I make may way to the very top,
I prepared myself before now so I won’t flop,
As I move bravely on my way success-bound,
And step boldly, matching up to a higher ground,
As a soldier hoping to return with a victory sound.
I am determined and I set my eyes on the goal,
Even if to get there, I’d have to walk on hot coal,
I’d do it, not thinking about the hurting pain,
But instead, I’d be focused on the priceless gain.
Excelling in life is what is constantly on my mind,
And a man without vision is who they call blind.
Success and I, Put the walls of Jericho in-between,
I will still scale it over, just to reunite with my twin,
For my twin’s name is… S U C C E S S!


© DK, September 2010

Jealous Lover

Got my mouth opened wide,
I can’t believe she had lied,
The one I chose to be my bride.
My heart broke and I quietly cried,
As I saw them seated side by side.
My emotions failed, even as much as I tried,
But the redness of my eyes I could not hide,
Although I had already gotten the tears dried.
How I’m I sure she isn’t taking me for a ride?
And how I’m I supposed to let this slide?



Look at them having so much fun,
Under the nice shade while it’s yet sunny,
I’m hiding here spying; getting burnt in the sun,
And watching them laugh together; this ain’t funny!
What in the world could they have been talking about?
I thought she said he was an old friend taking her out?
I’m gonna be right here waiting until they are done,
I seriously would have shot this criminal if I had gun.
I’m so upset; I can’t just wait for her to return,
And explain what that crook has been saying to Her.



I agree I’m a jealous lover, but It’s because I love her.
That’s why I won’t allow any other guy near her.
Who knows what the dude has on his corrupt mind,
Yet my Baby insists that he is innocent and kind.
Are you kidding me? “Innocent and Kind” my foot!
I’d take care of this once and for all from its root.
Look at his eyes; I think he loves my girl,
Hear the way he talks to her; can’t you tell?
Don’t come near my girl again if you love your mother,
Coz you don’t wanna mess with a jealous lover.



© DK, August 2010.

Victorious Living

I am a city set on a hill,
That can’t be concealed.
My prayers have been sealed,
My hungry heart has been filled,
And my fingers have been skilled.
Prophesies in my life are being fulfilled,
And now, I have become so relevant,
Making big impacts like an elephant.
I have been called and appointed,
With oil, my head has been anointed.
I’m an eternal Excellency to nations,
And the joy of many generations.
I am the light of the world,
Not my words, but so says the Word.
Right now, I am living a victorious life!



Lines have fallen for me in pleasant places,
Favour and I hang out on a daily basis.
Goodness and mercy continually follow me,
Sickness and pain defeated below me.
Of a truth, I’m abundantly blessed,
With glory and honour I’ve been dressed.
Smiles have taken over my lovely face,
And I’m blossoming in extravagant grace.
No more worries, No more tears,
No more pressure, No more fears.
Every single day of my life,
I find peace and not strife.
Blessed going out and coming in,
Blessing in the night and the morning.
This is what I call victorious living!


© DK, August 2010

A Note to My Friend

You are my friend,
I cherish every time we spend.
Those times you made me smile,
When I would have been crying,
The times you went the extra mile,
To help me while I was secretly dying.
You were there when times were hard,
You stood behind me like my body guard,
And you’re constantly making sure I’m well.
Beyond a friend, You’re my guardian Angel.



You are my friend,
Thanks for the hand you always lend.
In helping me carry my heavy load,
As I tread the hard and lonely road.
You have been my lean-on shoulder,
And an amazing happiness key holder.
Although, at times we disagree and argue,
But I’ll admit that I can’t do without you.
Without you, every other thing seem odd,
You’re more than a friend, You’re my blood.



You are my friend,
I pray our friendship will never end.
Our paths have been divinely interwoven,
Joined together by God himself from Heaven.
Our feet have been set on the same course,
And together we walk in the strength of a horse,
To help each other get to the destination alive.
We have come far, but I still need you to survive.
You are the friend that is closer than a brother,
Please stay with me and be my best friend forever.



© DK, August 2010

Riddle

I flow endlessly like a river,
Raise temperatures like a fever.
With ease, I break down the strong,
And prove the so called smart wrong.
I confuse both the simple & the wise.
I catch the stone hearted by surprise.
I can make a full grown man cry,
And I can also wipe his tears dry.
I can’t be curbed nor confined,
And I’m difficult to be defined.


I set hearts up on a blazing fire,
Charge bodies like electric wire.
Like a shinning star, I glow,
I can’t hide it, I make it show,
Just like light does to darkness,
I displace loneliness & sadness.
I bring smiles to sad faces,
Smiles none other displaces.
I unsettle hearts like a storm,
And make a cold heart warm.


I am the craving a woman has within,
The feeling she always prays will never end.
I always get to find my way in,
In ways no man can comprehend.
I can’t be controlled by strength,
Can’t be measured in breath & length.
I have no limits, no boundaries,
I keep on going until… infinity.
I remain unexplainable till eternity.
What would you say I am?


© DK, June 2010

Battle in My Mind

Dang! Is that an Angel or human I see?
Question on my mind is “Who is She?”
And how wonderful it would be,
If I talk to her and she doesn’t disagree,
To go on a date with me over coffee or tea,
Without thinking “Who the heck is he?”
And doing something to embarrass me.
Maybe she will listen to my plea,
If I told her I’ll do it on my knee.
All for her just to agree.


Oh Snap! She’s walking away.
No guarantee I’ll see her another day,
I’ve got to do something about it today,
So I don’t make the same mistake as yesterday.
Just look at the way the Angel walks,
Aww… I’m definitely gonna have to stalk,
I can’t seem to take my eyes off her booty,
Especially with the way she’s rolling it 360.
That backside has got me hooked, I can’t lie,
Can’t get it off my mind no matter how hard I try.


NO! This time I won’t be a coward,
But then I don’t wanna appear too forward.
My chance decreases with each step she takes,
My hope diminishes with each move she makes,
My heart pops each time that booty shakes.
I know I won’t forgive myself if I let her go,
But how do I make my confidence to grow,
So I could walk up to her and let her know?
I approached her confidently & she turned around,
All of a sudden I became dumb.


© DK, July 2010

Where Were You?

Where were you, when I was alone in the wilderness,
When I learned obedience by the things I suffered?
Where were you, while I was standing in darkness,
Developing my sight sense when no light was offered?
Where were you, when I was lost in the midst of the sea,
When the sky was foggy & my destination I couldn’t see?
Where were you, while I was picking stones to keep myself busy,
And cooking them, hoping that one day, they’ll turn soft & easy?
Where were you, while I was on my knees crawling,
Building my bones strong that one day I’d be running?
Where were you while I was hungry and had no food,
When I had to cover myself with leaves, so I’d not be nude?
Where were you, when I was very close to being defeated,
And was crying for help in fighting the battle of the fittest?
Where were you when I was failing despite my best effort,
When I was totally broken and crying with no comfort?
Can I please get an answer, Where were you?



When I was pouring water ahead, you weren’t around,
Now you wonder how I get to step on a cool ground.
While I was cooking the yam in the pot, you didn’t hear,
Now pounding for a nice meal, you ask “what’s happening here?”
When I was burnt out & depressed, you weren’t there,
Now that I’m strong & independent, you suddenly care.
You weren’t there when life seemed to me like a mystery,
Now you wanna put me through after it’s become history.
You weren’t there when the battle was fierce and heated,
Now you teach strategies after the enemy has been defeated.
You weren’t there when I fainted and needed to be revived,
Now you bring me water, long after I have already survived.
You never knew what it took to write this victory story,
Yet you feel you should be the one to take all the glory.
But the truth of the matter is that I actually wasn’t alone,
Because my God was right there with me all along.
While God was here working, where were you?



© DK, July 2010

Suits Perfectly

As comfortable as my Umbro shoes,
Which is not too tight nor too loose.
The shoes that cost me hundreds of pounds,
That gives me the confidence & the bounce.
The shoes in which I walk the extra mile,
And still go even further with a smile.
Magic shoes that makes my life easy,
And supplements for me when I’m lazy.
This Angel of mine suits so perfectly,
Just like my pair of Umbro shoes.


As adorable as my beautiful hat,
So is that your wonderful heart.
Just like that hat, you cover me,
Giving me an edge over my enemy.
On my head, you are a crown of glory,
The inspiration behind my success story.
You are like a red hat with a feather,
Combining honour & glory together.
This Lover of mine suits so perfectly,
Just like my beautiful & precious hat.


Like my new designer tuxedo suit,
You make me look really nice & cute.
Like the glamorous & perfect gentleman,
Got me feeling influential like a powerful man.
In beautifying me, you also cover up my crooked skin,
And compliment my more venerable beauty from within.
Like my suit you keep me warm, even when it’s cold,
Make me feel so good about myself and very bold.
You my Sweetheart suits even more perfectly,
Than my fitted designer tuxedo suit.


© DK, July 2010

True African Man

Lost in civilization & cultural transition,
Lost the good old values & rich tradition,
Trying to blend into the modern society,
A society that has lost its sense of dignity,
Where men have lost their position & authority,
Sold their birthright along with their integrity,
Throwing morals out through the windows,
And decided to start chasing after shadows.
Despite growing up on a rich, healthy culture,
They chose to feed on the unhealthy like vulture,
A lost and confused generation you would agree.
Unlike those confused ones out there you see,
That has no clue of whom they are supposed be.
I am proud to say I know exactly who I am…
I am a strong and true African Man.



I was explicitly taught the right from wrong,
The beating I got in the process made me strong.
I was never grounded or given time-out,
The chastisement I got drove the devil in me out.
I wasn’t brought up by just two parents,
Coz elders disciplined me everywhere I went,
Which makes me this admirable man today,
And I still enjoy its benefits from day to day,
A training that I would never throw away.
I was taught to respect and help my elders,
To care not only for myself, but also for others.
You won’t find me sagging like the brothers,
Coz, I’m a real man that takes responsibility,
Nurturing my woman & increasing her ability,
Just like the true African Man.



© DK, July 2010

Beauty

Beauty I have always heard,
Is in the eyes of the beholder.
There is no general rule to it,
No universal law guiding it.
It has no definite description,
It has no accurate depiction,
To some people a person is hot,
And to others same person is not.
Beauty is what you think it is,
Beauty is whatever you call it.


Beauty they say comes from within,
From a person’s innermost being.
It can make one a beauty Queen,
Or make one the monkey’s twin.
Beauty is not that cute face you see,
Nor that sexy figure you aspired to be.
Beauty is the product of a sweet heart,
That attracts everything along its part.
Good looks are great, but they are temporal.
Beauty is better, coz Beauty is evergreen.


I am so blessed to have found Beauty,
Coz Beauty has made my life beautiful.
YES! I have met Beauty in person,
And Beauty has being a blessing.
I have gotten know Beauty by her name,
And since then I’ve not been the same.
English says beauty is the opposite of ugly,
But I say that, Beauty is dark and lovely,
Beauty is my black African Queen,
And this is true; Beauty is YOU.


© DK, January 2010

You Brought Out the Worst in Me

As a kid, I never wanted to sleep alone,
Once again it’s happening to me now that I’m fully grown.
Just like I couldn’t sleep without Mom’s tender care,
I can’t seem to sleep alone without you being there.
Then, if I had nightmares Mom tells me to call JESUS!
But now from my dreams, the name I call is yours.
You have turned me into such a big baby,
That I can’t get sleep without your good night kiss.
It’s now I truly understand why you call me your baby.
I feel like you have brought out the worst in me.


I remember I used to be a really good boy,
But that good reputation you would destroy,
By constantly making my sex drive erupt,
And by making my once innocent mind corrupt.
You have become my little god and my fantasy,
Instead of going to church, It’s you I go to see.
True confession… The most dominant thought in my head,
Is what I’d do to you next time I take you to my bed.
It’s like you have brought out the beast in me,
And consequently the worst in me.


I can’t concentrate on my job, you got me all messed up,
I keep thinking about you; just can’t make myself stop,
And this distraction has started getting me in trouble,
That a professional like me is beginning to constantly fumble.
This love thing is so insane; It’s really driving me crazy,
I go on your Facebook page when I should be keeping busy,
I rush out of work just to meet you before closing time,
Because of you, I have started committing workplace crime.
One thing you should know is that my boss will never forgive you,
For bringing out the very worst in me.


© DK, May 2010

World’s Solution

M.L King Jr. said he had a dream,
Guess what! I do too, just like him.
I have a universal answer for every nation,
And the solution for this current generation.


I’m not only here to create an impression,
I’m also here to make a needed correction.
What I have is a revolutionary vision,
And this is a world’s restoration mission.


In a world that love has turned into a mirage,
And arsenals capacities are being enlarged.
At a difficult time and season such as this,
It is crucial to realize how important love is.


Love is divine and powerful,
It is a feeling that is so wonderful.
Love is what makes life beautiful,
And makes our living meaningful.


Love is real and it heals,
It heals better than medicinal pills.
Love is a medicine for the soul,
It cures and makes whole.


Love is the greatest gift of all,
A nation without love is heading for a fall.
The power of love can break any limiting wall,
And with love, any nation can stand tall.


Now look down deep into your heart,
You will find love somewhere in there.
Hatred does nothing than to tear apart,
So let’s love one another without fear.


After searching high and low,
I have finally come to know,
That the solution for the whole world,
Is only as simple as the four letter word…
L O V E !


© DK, Feb 2010

The Authentic Package

She is the real deal,
An original package with a seal,
Still wrapped up in a plastic bag,
That has the authenticity tag.
She is straight from the source,
Perfectly made and set on course.
She comes with a lifetime warranty,
And a proven satisfaction guarantee.
She is the product you’ll love to have,
But sorry this one has my name written all over it.


I am that scarce genuine package,
That brand new legitimate image.
I am the authentic standard chosen,
Just like Wendy’s: fresh and never frozen.
Uncontaminated, pure and super neat,
Brand new; never tampered with.
A product glowing in mint condition,
In an immaculate state of perfection.
I am that product you all wish you had,
But sorry, you all don’t deserve this package.


Birds of a feather they say flock together,
That’s why it’s both of us that should be together.
She knows just what it takes to keep this package,
Coz she knows how it feels like to be the package.
You would not wanna dress up a pig with a jewel,
Because a pig can’t just value that gemstone well.
We both deserve nothing but the very best,
And that best can’t be found in any of the rest.
The best I’m talking about is only in you and I,
That’s because we are the authentic package.


© DK, April 2010