How good must your fortunes beBefore you choose generosity?How much reassuranceBefore you behave like you belong?How much good will you overlookBefore you accept that ‘better is possible’?There’s nothing quite as difficultAs winning your own heart overAfter it gets jaded enough,Even when there is sufficient evidenceTo support a better narrative-Once you are convincedYou live in a […]Read more "How good?"
The promise of EasterIs that God really didLet it all go.More than was reasonableMore than was fair.Christ is in the businessOf making lovers out of enemies,He does not wieldOur faults against usTo keep us in line,He firmly places our offenceIn an irretrievable placeFar beyond the reachOf our doubtsOr our tendency to fall.We are forgiven:A gift […]Read more "Forgiven"
There is nothing sophisticatedAbout expecting little from Africans.Nothing particularly imaginativeAbout reinforcing the worst stereotypesIt is great folly to imagine you’re getting any largerWhen you’re really just making others smaller.Afro-pessimismIs the phenomenon of associating blacknessWith inherent inferiority,Almost gleefully grasping at the tiniestBits of evidence to supportA damning story line.Furthermore,Such defamation can be perpetratedBy anyoneIncluding Africans themselves-Indeed […]Read more "Afro-pessimism"
You never miss a chanceTo show off Your majestyDelivering masterpieceAfter masterpieceWhile most of us sleep.Daily You ship out aMagical sunriseA morning of graceA new promiseA fresh start.The morning sky is stainedA deep pinkWith tinges of a heady orange,A new day being birthed.As the minutes pass quicklyThe LORD quietly rinses the cloudsOf their crimson hueLeaving behind […]Read more "God of the Sunrise"
Is always empty.There is nothing savvyAbout sowing doubt wherever you go,Permamently carrying a red penLike an examiner who refuses to be pleased,Finding fault and relishing it,Holding it up as thoughIt were a coveted trophy.Maybe if you weren’tRolling your eyes so muchYou’d see the substanceOf the many things you criticize.Its one thing to haveA lot of […]Read more "The cynic’s purse"
The occurrence of a setting sunTells us that light is impermanent,That darkness is always imminent andSignals that even the brightest daysCome to an end.But the world doesn’t stop spinningWhen the sun goes down-Soon enoughThat sun will rise again.We’ve been through hard thingsBefore-Loss of loved onesDeath of dreamsDeep regrets.Battered, bruisedAnd light depraved as we’ve been,We made […]Read more "Once more"
Having plenty of optionsBut no solid leadsBeing tasked to build a fortressWith no bricks to spareAm I at the endOr did I just begin?Flailing wildlyOr flapping my wings?Asking myselfIf I have thrown myselfInto the brier patchOr a bed of rosesWhen I took that leap of faith?Read more "In Limbo"
Sometimes it’s the good stuff That trips you up. The overconfidence that comes with a Good track record, A long list of followers and And the roaring thunder of applause. Blessings can become burdens, Binding you ever more tightly To what you’ve made of yourself until You’re convinced that nothing else matters, Victories from yesterday […]Read more "Blessings becoming burdens"
To be able to “see through everything” Is not a gift of insight, But rather it is the worst kind of blindness. The person who can go a lifetime Without ever living deeply for anything, The professional skeptic who Never quite devotes them self To anything more than their own opinion, Is not sophisticated- They […]Read more "On being too woke"
For some of usAll we could do this year was survive-Simply not die.And if you make it to the other sideWe’re gonna need you.Your ear to listenYour heart to careYour arm around weeping shouldersYour hands in serviceYour pen to that paperYour lips to that micYour knee bent in proposalYour hands lifted up in prayer.We’re gonna […]Read more "We’re gonna need you next year"