I Do

She walked towards me,

She looked worried like she’s being chased by bees,

She hugs me tight like its’ been a century since,

Maybe she heard I’ve joined the army and am soon leaving,

That would be a bad lie,

With calm breath I could feel her sigh,

Not letting go,

She whispers in my ear.

“I’m sorry,

I don’t want to make you worry,”

Immediately I knew she wants to call it off,

I could only see her lips move,

I dint want to listen to the whole ‘fucked up’ explanation,

I was here not long time ago with my ex,

Now she wants to be a part of the statistic,

After her am never going back,

Now I think relationships suck.

A crowd gather,

My mind is far away further,

I already see people whispering with smiles,

I hoped for the angels to drop and fly me to far away miles,

Where I’d rest my now overworking pancreatic bile’s,

Where a man can cry without being worried of who is looking.

Back to reality,

Her lips now moves slow,

I now listen to her every word,

She says I’m her world,

I make it go round,

In my thoughts her heart beats you could hear the sound,

With that and more,

She comes close,

Kisses me light,

Asks if I could marry her,

Its’ been too long and she is tired to wait for me to ask,

I say yes and listen to the crowd applause as we kiss,

With a realization

that if you take long she will propose,

If you love her you won’t oppose.

Photo Album

Music playing in the background,

Old skul HipHop playing aloud,

Through my laptop I hoover around,

I bump into a folder named lost and found.

This folder has all that my eyes need,

Out of this world my past deed,

Ladies that I tried to seed,

Friends and family that our names would be in the first page of a read.

It had photos,

Photos of friends that have now become distant,

One we clicked instant,

Now apart like a nose and a scent that’s unpleasant.

This photo, a girl that was my first,

My smile fades away fast,

She taught me not to keep it past my lust,

And that love is the disease of the cursed.

A group photo of my buddies playing poker,

Another one as we are watching soccer,

We were friends in good and bad you wouldn’t miss a joker,

We were livin’ la vidaloca.

This is a funny one,

I dint take this one but I stole it for its background,

This beautiful girl that I lusted then,

The main focus of the photo a girl I had then.

A photo of my brother and I still young and innocent,

We were strong together,

We were the double dragons,

We fought each and for each other.

Another photo of two grown men,

Am taller and bigger than him,

Yet he is the stronger of us,

He reminds me of the beautiful past yet the best are to come.

Mama always looks beautiful by my side,

We resemble and she is beautiful too,

For her I wouldn’t keep a photo,

She’s always in my mind, heart and soul.

My family is extraordinarily big,

We would make twenty teams in a league,

My family is never described by extended,

Family is family be it a friend, cousin, brother, mother, etc. we are all close.

Am missing one of my papa,

All I have I a letter,

His words forms images that I can’t explain,

Missing his is all that I complain.

The one I’m holding now if of a poet,

A future poet my son,

Her mums’ smiles brighter than Kalahari deserts sun,

At the back side i have written ‘my clan’,

I did this knowing she will always be the one.

Music stops,

My photos are done,

In my heart they are one,

A reminder of where I came from,

Family and friends that I have lost in my journey,

Family and friends that I still keep and help me through,

All I can do is imagine my future photos,

But without them all I can only see a vacuum not even me inside.

What's not

This is my side of the story,

I heard a loud bang on my wall,

I was doing the norm,

You know,

Seeping the liquor and smoking that ish,

The bang continued for a while,

I knew it was my neighbour,

They fight a lot,

He whoops her bad and this time round I was fed up,

I wore my shorts and t-shirt,

Did some push-ups,

This time I wouldn’t want that woman to die on my ignorant watch.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Every other neighbour peeped but never got out,

I kept on knocking hard,

Today imma be a hero to this woman,

Imma drag that sorry ass of a man out with my kick and let the woman flee,

Away far away free,

Finally the door was opened,

Not by the man,

By a loud bang of man thrown towards the door,

To my dismay it was the other way round,

She was big and strong,

The man was the one constantly getting an ass whooping,

She looked my way with her teeth grind to each other,

With a weak voice I said,

I’m lost and I can’t find my friends’ apartment,

Without waiting for her response I flew,

Laughing were my other neighbours I guess they knew.

I am this man

I am this man,

I can’t help but cheat,

Undress her in your sheet,

Coz I know it’s no one else but you.

I am this man,

I turn when a beautiful girl passes,

I smile and bite my lips,

Not in a sexy way but to pity her sorry ass is not as good as yours.

I am this man,

I flirt with whoever that’s open to my smooth talk,

I make them in their dreams sleep walk,

This is all coz I want them to have a taste of how a good man they cant have.

I am this man,

I say the wrong things at the wrong times,

I apologize when it heats me hard and you are hurt,

Am sorry but I showing you how imma deal with the enemy of we when it gets verbal.

I am this man,

I open the door for you,

Am a gentleman just for you,

This is coz I want to show off to your friends who would want to mess up your day.

I am this man,

Am tall, light skinned and handsome,

I take a lot of girls offers into consideration,

To love them without any other persons attention,

I spoil it when in between your name I mention.

I am this man,

I can go up to the stars,

Only if you promise me that you are my Venus,

Our sons bright as the sun,

Our daughters’ knows am their only one.

I am that man,

I be acting secretive,

When interested I ask for favours that are selective,

One that would fall down my erective,

After all you know me well it’s only that you want to please me then.

I am this man,

Who wants to win your all,

To make you my everyday goal,

To want you stand tall,

When whispers of how great your man is rolls.

I am that man,

Your man,

The poet that never tire to write about the one,

Do the maths, we are more than a million but our union is worth more than a trillion,

Not of money but love that is infinitely beautiful than a romantic pavilion.