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Facebook Poets

A dedication to all the Facebook poets

For a while I couldn’t believe it
They call me shallow because my pocket is surface
It can’t go deeper… it doesn’t carry the notes or cheques required to make a book or album
They call me weak because my poetry travels thorough a system that accommodates all forms of evils

They call me not learned, because my poems are called notes and not poems
They disregard my work and think that since I choose facebook, there is no way I can race with the eagles
Sometimes they manage to drag my heart into a tearful and effusive stage of hopeless drunkenness
But most times they make me stronger… give me that balance… as they act as that pivot I ache for
I am a facebook poet

They say I am not a writer because I do not read a book every day, week or month
I blame them not; I am not a writer; I am an artist of words…
I see the world like a painter does and speak about movements of earth in detail like a poet
My words lay not in pages but they spread arms and li…

Family Affair

Pillar since birth
He knew me best even before I could know me
He taught me to spell my name JACQUELINE...
He made me appreciate Namatsi
He taught me to write numbers one to three
He sacrificed, he took loans, he cancelled important meetings to give me the best
When he smiles at me… I know he says, I love you When he pats my back… I know he says, well done
And it’s all good, no it is great
I wish I could say thank you in a way that could express its weight

Heart of steal
I learn from watching him,
I became from listening to him
He has been captain… showed us the way even in the stormy skies
He hurts deep but I have never seen him weep
They say I have his nose… it’s his legs am sure I have…
Strong enough to enable me to cover miles in valleys dark and deep to green pastures
He never says it but I was taught that when he smiles at me… I know he says I love you
And when he pats my back… I know he says, I am proud of you

As thoughts flood as to what my life may…