Nigeria is now popular and economically viable not because of oil and coal and material tourists attractions.Arts in the film industry that stem from the literature,drama and other piece of writing brands Nigeria as another special Nollywood destination.From the bloggers' selected poems,HE thinkS writing can be a tourism product of its kind.
TITLE:ZOMBA THIEF
Nine-nine-seven?
Rake through Mpunga,Namilongo
In brush bristled hair-do
Annually walks out to the market
Lazily dances on her feet
Between slim and bantam
The kleptomaniac indeed
Are you there officer?
Corner two, behind Iron Gate...
Prime suspect; her peers testify
Sings beauty in the talking
Coffee brown, white topped and black skirt
Oh! Toe peeping flat sandals
The deity that steals
Hearts wallet yawns empty
Inside out….fumbled….mulibe!
Leaps with her, beats with her
Be kind……..wish to live again
Return my heart, you thief
NO TIME IN THE WORLD
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, May 18, 2012
on my casio,rolex,anne and simmons,zenith
for my clock runs too fast
this isnt justice at all
hour hand leaps,minute hand jumps
my alarm tease me
a better midway of siesta and retirement
time to eat and sleep to rise and off to work in cycles
cycles of going than comming
of absent than present
of speaking than chatting
of daunting task than dating
of having it all than sharing
of me and me than you and them
of leaving than living
of causing than solving
of all the petty nasties,
little time i see ,to rinse my mouth,to look good,tuck in myshirt and speak well and love my wife on site
and my wifey?
my wifi too,from continent to countryside to community surfing
and soon we are parents and slow down abit
know feeding bottles,rattlers and best nappy brands
time to define studentship
exams and exclamations of life sentences
fantancies of sweat and sweet
all i see is am a busy busy ant
food to roll down to my whole all the time on my clock
business to run,contract to seal and handshakes to honour
ah bus to catch a clock to watch,it watches me too
time for alms at PTC shop entrance,am i occupied
sorry my smallest coin is bottomdown my pocket
pray and praise to your lord God
more time accusing him of favouritism
of blessing a few,who never sing him a hyme and zikr
time to laugh, none -just smile
time for handshakes nomore-just wave at them
time to love non-just pretty lust
time to dance,non-just move my leg
time to talk ,waste of time,gestures will do
time to rest,non,work in theory meet yourself and address yourself
give credit to yourself in yourboardroom of no glass of water and refreshments and a portable table
nightfall kiss little one goodnight
and snore a second,feel a tender slap on your cheek
she says:dear babe,have a goodnight,
with that look no trace of good in it
Tis time to love
discarding all the hate and coldshoulders of the day past
its daybreak already
take a shower
time to leave
for work
whole week
weak
shit!
as busy as an ant ,bees can atleast fly
NOBLE HOUSE FALLING
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Monday, March 19, 2012
First version Published by Together Magazine no 34 ,2005
In this noble house
its aesthetic walls slipperly for louse
tartars,chatters and tatters on majestic shoes
endless monologues and echoes......echoes
day christened title demeaned with no reflections
perculiar yellings,stinky yawnings,lame rejections
misplaced nos,exergerated approvals
hanging images repositioned via luxury upheavals
bouts ,out of bounds,a doubt
figures cropped wrongly ,i shout!
duties this high
or tis lie?
kow-tows to podium pimpers
sponsored rambling,procrastination lingers
noble house set ablaze
dying flames scorching our last flesh
hence i shall cease to rhyme
or are these lines a Crime?
.
HOT SECRETS (part 1)
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Thursday, March 15, 2012
you choose your luck,your road
you prolong a good dream,wake to a bad one
where only holy you access
lies and pretty truth lodge
darkness and light share bitter wine
if they dare a sweet one ;darkness wears light
light wears darkness
original man is found in the dark
you unfold your legs anyhow,wearing your body
munch a big bite than usual
poke your nose with a spoon
over the plate , clean your armpits,spit in the mug
touching the farthest least reached on body map
a representative of human is in the light
pose like Nesta Marley.........legend!
secrets grow up,bear children
have grand-kids
when you no longer walk to smile in the mirror
you send the trusted to the hot room
they share your assets to the crowed
VACANCY,VACANCY !
by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, March 9, 2012 at
( Original Poem Published by MONTFORT PRESS-TOGETHER MAGAZINE no.30 APRIL-JUNE 2004)
Artists wanted!
Auditioned to sing our national song
song of peace,not impudence and fuel choruses
of diversity
never rampant , vocalised adversity
of true democracy
never hoarse ugly demo-CRAZY
calling for singers
to sing honestly ,honourably.
Artists please!
to sing song of our heart
To echo in chitipa even when sung in Nsanje
soprano when it is
Never hum disposable income of our song off key
The song shall not sale and heard
Shortlisted are the humble,
who know when to take down
Five to ten years -then off the stage
knowledge of Quran or Bible verses added luck.
IN THE LIBRARY
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Friday, March 16, 2012
dangling notice scream "SILENCE !'
chairs keep screeching
tables wobbling
books but flipping
footsteps of too late reader..tap-tap
waving hand of hutboy and ex-lover distracting
nostrils keep sneezing
quiet
in the library,theres never silence
librarian warns thief of books
readers are stealing though
their fingers pick every word fast
every fibre in their brain absorb volumes
loads than hansards
to leave printed useless notes
gathering dust on shelf
in the library
FIRST CRY (GU-N'GWA,GU-N'GWAAAA!)
.by Isaac Che Chikwere-Nkalapwaga Kasenjere (Notes) on Sunday, March 4, 2012
To daring COUPLES OR parents to be)
BY:Isaac Che-Chikwere Nkalapagwa Kasenjere
Longed for that cry
Knelt down for just one
cried for that noise
Just one, only one
Female to weave those pony tail,
Male to be christened after my name
have composed more than enough lullabies
The troublesome seems funny
The never-ending handclapping
And tiny hands reaching out for you in welcome
Those fragile legs in crawling errand is beautiful
The crunking of spoons and cups and spills of water
Walkers lessons of da-de-da oh! lazy bones
Loving regular change of clothes
From dressed and ready to soiled shirt and dirty
Its half past seven! Am still standing by the cot
Lord !
The little human being SO gorgeous
All i remember is the first CRY of my baby
and now every single gigle......................
POEM: FIRST CRY OF A BABY
(to all new parents)
BY: Isaac Chikwere Kasenjere
I longed for that cry
Knelt down to my lord for just one
I cried for that noise in my home
Just one, only one
Female to weave those pony tail,
Male to be christened after my name
I have composed more than enough lullabies
The troublesome seems funny
The never-ending handclapping
And tiny hands reaching out for you in welcome
Those fragile legs in crawling errand is beautiful
The crunking of spoons and cups and spills of water
Walkers lessons of da-de-da oh! lazy bones
I love my regular changing of clothes
From dressed and ready to soiled shirt and dirty
Its half past seven! Am still standing by the cot
Lord I need one more male shout
For abass tone in my home
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