LINES AND VERSES

There’s a world of colors Amid the black and the white – A web of colors Beyond the sight The eye sees that it wants to see – Vision is in the balls… Like the most intriguing veiled in the sea  Deeper revelations dwell in the unseen The winds are angels And rule the tides They battle the rebels In the endless wide The souls of trees The spirits of bees The fingers of the air As they stroke your hair The haven in our world The dangers in our path The lens on our eyes Still keep us blind 2010©J.Ifeme

Do you see distant lights  – Tell the moon from neon In such a lonely orphan night? When trust lies Shadows snatch every faith… You vanish before your eyes It’s not the faith that keeps The going But the anguish that take your sleeps Do you still know what it takes – Crying eyes, To live far from your mistakes? J.Ifeme

In the sweltering heat of the mid-afternoon, a teenage boy struggles with a barrow of plantain while his bare-feet burn on the hot tarmac. The traffic goes by – the happier are those sealed-off in their air-conditioned cars. An old man with a stern face sweeps used plastics from the front of a row of kiosks, selling everything from coca-cola to g-string pants – his work is endless. You could also use a few shots of locally brewed gin for almost nothing if your liver isn’t burned enough. Deji feels stifled. He considers ripping off his 45 thousand suit, but gets another thought. If only he was self-employed, he’d simply stayed on his Adam armor and leaves the wow to the world. He hates to wait for anyone. He steps under the shed of a kiosk. He demands for a bottle of coke from a chubby girl across the counter, and then steals a glance at his watch before – his face contorted in irritation. He gropes for his breast-pocket. Suddenly, a young lady appears. He follows her invisible tra

You’ve done it again – Shattered your words On the face of my expectations; How do I sail without your wind? I look into those brown eyes… Beyond the glamor of the lashes, The glaze – But it’s me, not you calling… Wanting… More and more Demanding… More and more … I see the me I want in you – The shape and form you have to take The dream – I want you to live Never letting you be… Yet I find nothing I look for. You’ve done it again… Knotting your life with mine So we can be free Being an irreplicable soul you are And yet my mate Daring me to see you as I see my self – An imperfect being in an imperfect world Awaiting completion… 2010 © J.Ifeme