The language of pain

Doesn’t belongTo the objective learned ones,RemovedFrom the experience of it.It belongs toThe ones not sleeping as a result of itThe ones afraid to bear children because of it,The ones who go from one doctor to anotherLooking for relief.It belongs to the mother who can senseWhen her infant is not wellTo the old manThat feels that […]

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Post colonial sin

The thing about being a former colonyIs that its hard to knowHow much of your society’s sinIs inherent and how muchIs borrowed.Our sin is layered,First the sinWe’ve plunged our hands intoOf our own volitionAnd then there’s the sinWe inherited from our former captors.And so in an attempt to redeem ourselvesSome of us have sought toBeat […]

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Glory days

We don’t always knowWe’re in the good old daysWhen we’re in them.When life more or less went according to planAnd seasons were predictable,When the money was goodAnd the love came easy-‘Glory days‘As it were.But not everything wasBetter in the past.Life before the pandemicWas not a bed of rosesAnd it turns outWhat someone calls the ‘Good […]

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