alphajirsnutshell

Sitting all day by that Riverside,
Hoping my wishes turned to horses so I could ride,
Water running downstream leaving rocks,
Dipping my cold feet into my old socks,
Am trying to free my chains from their locks,
One of bystanders laughs at me as she chokes,
And jokes,
In jest-,

If you had feet you could’ve run away,
If you had wits you could’ve figured out your way,
If your hands weren’t locked you could’ve written a play,
You could’ve moulded a key from that clay,
By the bend,
And I laughed with him and shook my head,

I asked him to sit there in my own stead,
For it seemed as easy as he thought and said,
So he unlocked me and at my place he stayed,
That whole afternoon he begged for shade,

By 3 o’clock he was sinking in the sand,
His swollen feet in the running waters yearned for land,
The hands aching to bake something out of bare mud,
They couldn’t move in the locks-it was too bad,

By four he was on his fours,
Weakened from yelling with force,
The swampy bed swallowed his waist to toes,
And by night fall he was all gone,
Dead as he was born,
Nobody to unearth him,
He hoped it was all a dream,
But it was the realest dream he ever had,
And the best lesson he’s ever learnt,

(Do not take on someone for the hard situation they’re in,even if it seems too easy to get out of for you,
It might be a piece of cake to you but,a hell of experience for them.Never take anyones’ struggle for
waste of time or lack of alternative)
By Chiefde

When silence talks much louder than any words could speak,
When blindness is the surest way to see,
When all the storms build into an havoc of Tsunami,
And still remain the calmest and most peacefully moment in life,
Irony of the mighty dragging their empty plates to beg for a crumb of bread,
And the stupid Paradox of solace in the graveyard of the dead,
Death is the silencer of all speech!

We all run for life and for our lives not knowing where we’re heading,
Same old curse of sin in paradise,
I thought that the one you spread so you must lay on your bedding,
And I also thought that the wake of sin is death-so wipe your eyes,

I put a burial ceremony pending,
To attend my crazy neighbour’s daughter’s wedding,
How I convinced myself?–Let the dead burry the dead,
And let the living marry the newly wed,

On second thought I came back to the cemetery,
There was not a soul,only weak,harmless,spirits roaming around an open pit,
A heap of earth by,
The weaker ones never quit the cry,
And wails that I believed,
I heard the name of the bereaved,

I was tempted to laugh at all this madness,
Of feeble spirits cry as they lower a box into the floor of the pit,
They mumbled a chant and then one who seemed like their leader,
Signaled something that seemed like a sign of addition,
Perhaps ordering addition of more Earth to conceal the box underneath,
That’s when those weaker ones almost threw themselves into the pit,
In anguish,

“Dust shall go back to dust,
And the soul to He who gave it”,was the last,
Words I heard before I drew closer to the pit to take a look,
The nature of my vision had me shocked then I shook,
It had DKT.Benjamin Twalia,My name,in bold,
Then R.I.P initials that made my blood too cold,
To move,
When I took a closer look at the box,
I was laying there prostrate and my folks,
All around me ignored me,
I seemed to be not there-inviscible,
It seemed all mattered then was the “me” lying in the box!

From the word go,
We never talked that much,because am quite shy,
No stare no touch,And I realised we both were shy,
And before we had it known,
Magnets and Gravity!
–This overrated thing called love infested and hosted,
On the Left side of my chest,

(I will keep you posted),

I remember one day,
It was the wierdest day in my life,
A fine afternoon she knocks at my cabin,
Fine and fair feet step in and shes smilin,
Thirty minutes of a whole tonn of nonesense chats,
There fell silence and I was shakin with my heart,
So loud and about my throat,
I even thought that it was something in that cup of coffee,
My eyes stared at her through these same specatcles,
And something in my head lied to me how her eyes sparkled,

The silence was so haunting that the roaches krept back into their cracks,
Geckos in the roof shouted spectatively as if they knew what was in mind,
Then I never realised that I was closing my eyes and they beacame as blind,
As hers as Magnets and Gravity pulled,
Time moved that it had me fooled,

*********

And how David killed Goliath is a tale for another night,

but for now its dawning lets go out and wait for the light,

Whats the password to your heart?
Could it be pure numerics or could they be in combination with alphabets?
I Shall type on the wrong keys of your keyboard,
‘ till I hack into your system and crack your code,When I look into your eyes,I see numerous programmes running in the background,
You’re afraid I might hurt you,to me you can speak without making a sound,
I think you have been so lost that you’re afraid you might get found,
You’re looking back where you’ve come from,you didnt have to turn around,You’ve allowed people to meddle with your heart,
They took advantage of you,left you with their corrupt,
piles of files about how useless you are,
And you cried,the way you were hurt,
Your system since then has remained unbooted and shut,
Your passwords locked with fear,You’re dark,If you let me into your system,
I can promise that you wont be a victim,
I plan to take you slow,
I will insert my devices without you needing to know,
That way I shall override your security protocal,
There shall be no obstacle,against you fallin for me,
I shall implant my antivirus into your harddisk,
That there will be no more risk,
Of tearing your fragile heart apart,
All those rogue files shall be trashed and deleted,
All your fears shall be washed and defeated,
All the pain and sorrow they inflicted,
Shall be long gone,
It will be writing a new song,It will be Righting their wrongs
I shall help you format and clear,combat the tears,and all the bad things your ex-lovers made you do,
Help me build a border, a firewall around this friendship with you,
Create for me a new folder,that I may use it as a tool,
And setting when its colder,to make us warmer and never blue,You say you feel like you’ve known me for life,
Then why dont you recognise my drive?
When I shake my hand,I shake it with my heart and with a smile,
Why cant you say yes to me even if its just for a while,If my logistics and arithmetics are right,
Then you must see that you are the only thing between us and our next level,
You’re just afraid that I might crush you into the same portal they made you trade with the devil,
And now its haunting a toll,
And now its wanting your soul,
But is it my fault?
It isnt yours either!And you ask,how do you trust me,
But here’s my feedback,its yours to believe,
Search your storage,
Search and know whats the shortage,
Connect to your server and then invite me via a link,
Let me know what you’ve come to think,
About this query,
You dont have to speak,Make me understand if am worth it,
Tell me which of them d’you pick,to remain in the dark or to dawn with the morning,Yes,we’ve lived different lives,And Yes,We both have secrects,
But its no more time for regret,
Trust me while you decrypt,I dont kiss and tell,
I am dumb like hell,
I’ m deaf and dumb about you outside this shell,And if you cant,then tell me what to do,because;
Each day I see you,theres power cut out,
And when your touch cold boots my miasma,
I do not need to refresh my emails when you’re around
because;I will still get notifications from how you look at me,
That you still wanting me,

When do they grow?
Seeds we sow,in the evening we go,
Plants are here in the morning we dont know,how they grow,
They’re left bare and naked,
In darkness and in the dew of the dusk and dawn,
they look so dead,
But you will find them home and grown,
One of them could be a life for thousands of miles of a dense forest,
One tree in that forest can make a hundred match sticks,
But only one such match stick can burn the whole forest,There’s so much that happens,
So much that escapes our sights and our minds,
And if we thought about them we would find,
Out that we are living the lives,
We are not supposed to live,
We will find,
Out that we are worth more than what we,
have always thought that we have been,
Just like the size of a little tiny dead seed,
Could lie to you that its worth a herb and not a tree,
Yet if you just tried it than you would be in,
For a surpirise,
“So welcome to paradise,
Light up and free your mind”
A famous singer once sang!

The colds I’ve caught,
While expending in the other side of e mountains,
The wars I’ve faught,
While expecting an award of pride as the Captain,
Are countless,
But am homeless,
Where’s my Reward for Loyalty?

Who was I fighting for?
What was I fighting for?
I marched in the frontline to cleanse our land off those Ungreatfull Visitors,
I was pushed,fell and broke my spine,but I still stood to be named Victors,
Who were the beneficiaries of all this,?
–One of our own rose to office,
Promised to compensate us with monies,
Cattle and Land but why are the police,
Here and kicking us out?
To be heard,must we shout?

I thought that on the fall of the Ungreatful Visitors,
you would yearn to love each other,
Like we were from the stomachs of one mother,
But instead you have learnt to be selfish,jealous and greedy,
Even after we took oaths of Mukushekushe and Fisi,
They dont see me like a “Hero”,
They just see me like a lazy old “Hegoat”
Where’s my Reward for Loyalty,

One of us betrayed us,
Should his sons be rewarded?
We entrusted our baby to him to nurse,
he lost it,has he refunded?
Our pledge to “pull together”
was only a scheme to “fool us together”
They say the birds of same feather,
Flock right together,
We survived in that nasty weather,
Now we walk on our soles they putting leather,
Then ask them wheather,
They have a soul or its just a heart that is no better,
Than that of a Crocodile,
They know nothing of Loyalty,

You can feel the bitterness of bile in my heart,in my words,and in my soul,
“They might not be cursed but for sure they are not blessed”,sang the owl,
Their tummies,their families,even their works,
Their monies,they’re running,we haunt them with our words,
They own us,
But in real sense they owe us,
We should be the owners,
Of what they keep in far away land,
We should be Rewarded for our Loyalty,

I sent my son out to call them and ask them,
whether they do remember the lyrics of the national anthem,
And their reply was a letter forged with their name,
And my son came back panting,tired and beaten,
They now dispense what belongs to as to their rivalry and enemity,
To buy thier trust and fedelity,
It seems they’ve learnt well,well,An enemy of an enemy is a friend,
And in that,they derive thier strength,
As we crawl scratching for grains like hens,
with whoever they want they go to bed,
And with our Reward for our Loyalty,

The Ungreatfull Visitor was more ruthless,
But he atleast was never one of us,
Before our own mighty we are like toothless,
Dogs waiting at the doorstep for left overs,
Our reward gor our loyalty,