It is not continually on the vergeOf being destroyedLostOr broken.It is not the kind of thingThat is easily discardedOr misplaced because of carelessnessNor diminished because of neglect.You are a son.You belong to Someone.Room has been made for youYour space has been reservedYour name uniquely givenYour identity unquestionable.Yes, you may often failTo live as though this […]
Read more "Sonship is not fragile"The house smelled like laughter,Mostly hers-A medium tone chuckleThat stretched on like a happy mistThat lingered in the room.Her buoyant spiritWas a steady recognizable atmosphereThat made every house we lived inFeel like home.Saturday morningsWe woke up to Mama praying;Loudly and intenselySomehow instilling bothThe fear of GodAnd a deep sense of safetyBefore saying amen.She governed the […]
Read more "Mama’s house"We become fuller versionsOf ourselvesThrough the people we choose toEat with,We share fresh familiar mealsThat all at once bring back old memoriesAnd usher in a warm senseOf future possibility.Fathers and mothersBreak bread at the table,Feeding the childrenWith food and wisdomIn equal measure.Mama brings out the cake-The icing is as thickAs the love she smothers us […]
Read more "Dinner Table"Money is rarely just money.Its relationship to our identityIs one few of us can openly admitBut one we all feel intimately.All this talk of financial securityDoesn’t account for the phenomenon whereWhile we are on our wayTo securing the bagThe bag itself has secured us,Binding us to itself until weAlmost solely base our existenceOn moneyAnd the […]
Read more "Financial Decoupling"The first incubator men ever know,Our first home on this planetThe greatest common denominator to all humanityHousing astronauts and death row inmatesAnd even the Son of God,Turning individuals into clansAnd is the most effective mechanism for nation building.Respect the wombAnd the ones who carry themNone of us are hereAny other way. Happy Mothers Day.
Read more "Wombs"We took up space within her And yet she foot the bill, We often weren’t there to see her tears Yet she wiped away thousands of ours. She sustained us with her very body Giving up more for us Than we may ever know Mum’s are our first landlords Our first doctors Teachers Investors Believers […]
Read more "Mum’s are our first landlords"A place, at first,But later we come to know that its peopleThat make us feel at home.Familiar in the best way possible,Close, but not smotheringWarm.Someone you have never lived withCan feel like homeThey somehow carry a part of you aroundA voice that your heart has grown to loveConversations that fill the chambers of your mindMaking […]
Read more "Home"It’s crazy how those early years Carry so much. They are “little humans” Like us, but little. Most of them have no bills to pay Or mouths to feed Or points to prove. Little humans don’t respect our boundaries, Nor care for our politics And can disarm even the most guarded amongst us. They are […]
Read more "Little humans"Never misses a chance to remind you that you are the younger oneAnd that there are things you are yet to see in this life.We suspect she is secretly proud of the thankless jobOf co-raising her younger siblings.She sees stuff you can’tShe worries about things you have little inkling ofShe cares much deeper than she […]
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