This is black mother-angel
her enchanting eyes blazes
like a thousand suns
we sit here chanting her praises
whom we eulogize we her sons

she’s black mother-angel
her dreadlocks down to her shoulders
sword drawn and unsheated
thirsty for their blood when we are cheated
hungry for the flesh of their soldiers
eager is she to defend we her offspring.

This is black mother-angel
lamb is she to her children
but to her enemies a lioness
she’s the dualed-natured mother
she takes up the wing of an eagle
to fly in vigilance around her children.

She’s black mother-angel
the African spirit of oneness.
She takes up immortality and absence
to be a perpetual guardian of her scion
with zeal she never feels tired
with jealousy she orders every of their steps
she’s a faithful mother.

This poem is for the memory of my lovely mother
,a woman who truelly loved with her heart.
May her soul dwell in etenal light.

 the delight of kings and servants asame,

She is the fire that burns in all mortals,

 the presence that makes us a beautiful light-shines,

It is a mirror,

through which we see ourselves

 in others, and others in ourselves,

Love is the sweet still voice

 that says “humanity is a brotherhood”.

 there was no time.

Bang,bang,bang

 and there was time;

time a negligible speck of eternity.

And eternity the gazillion of the endlessness of time.

Bang,bang,bang

 time is but a glimpse of  expression

 of the sparn of eternity;

   it is an endlessness of the nature of existence,

the immortality of creation and consciousness,

 it is the eye to see

the frame of endlessness.

Light,light,o! more light

eternity,the summation of time inexhaustible 

 that shows us the nothingness

    of time and mortality,

it sees time in the eye of Divinity

 as something frail and contemptible.

Time,Time,Time

Says the clock.

But there is no time

 in the cosmic mind.

Tick,Tick,Tick

Time,Time,Time

Says the clock.

But time is an imitation

 of the rhythm in nature.

Tick,Tick,Tick

Time,Time,Time

Says the clock

But…………….

Science cannot explain it.

Love is like a religion

You need faith to believe it.

Love is a spirit

You can be posses by it.

Love is universal

It speaks one language.

Love is like a baby

It needs time to grow.

Love is a necessity

No one survives without it.

Love is a royalty

Everyone must be its subject.

Love is a light

It brightens our lives.

Love is a divine medicine

It cures the incurable.

Love is a treasure

Those who seach for it find it.

Love is a divine nature

It makes us supernatural.

Love is an all time warrior

That men are yet to conquer.

Love has its prizes

We must pay for it to enjoy it.

Love is a wisdom

It finds application,

In all aspects of life.

Love is so lovely

That everyone loves it.

Papers on the table

Thoughts in mind

And a lantern on the table.

Mind wandering

Like a breeze on the sea shore

Blank,as the after-rain sky

But rapidly searching for an answer

To the question of my essence

And there was a lantern on the table.

I know who i am

Through the light within.

I know the world

Through the consciousness within.

I know what i need

By the desire within.

I learnt to love

By the fire within.

I appreciate life

Through the guidance within.

I endure in adversity

By the power within.

There is a fire within

It never stops to burn

There is power in the fire within

That lightens

As the lantern on the table.

IN WHICH THE ETERNAL HEIR OF GLORY WAS BORN.

HE CAME TO OUR ABODE FOR A REASON,

TO SEE EXISTENCE IN LIGHT OF OUR PERCEPTION,

AND HE WITH US SHOULD DWELL IN SUCH A DUSTY CREATION.

THE SAGES  IN THE HOLY WRIT HAVE SAID ALL,

AS PERTAINS THIS MOST GLORIOUS LIGHT

WHO MUST COME AND CONQUER MANY AS DUST.

THAT HE SHOULD BRING LIGHT SO BRIGHT’

TO ALL WHO HAVE FALL.

HAIL TO THIS HUMBLE KING,

WHO WAS BORN AS A BABY-GOD

BY A MARRIED VIRGIN MAID.

BEHOLD HE WHO OUR BODIES MADE

SHOULD OUR NATURE CLING.

THE CHERUBIC AND SERAPHIC HOSTS AND OTHER HOLY BEINGS,

ALL ARRAYED IN THEIR SPLENDID HEIRARCHY,

IN SILENCE THEY GAZE AT THE HAZE

OF HIS NEW EARTHLY DORMAIN.

FOR THEIR MASTER THEY MISSED,

AND HIS LOVING PRESENCE DEPARTED.

WHAT GLORIOUS FORM,WHAT INDESTRUCTIBLE NATURE

THE ETERNAL SON DISCARDS

TO TAKE ON OUR MORTAL FEATURE,

FOR TO KNOW PAIN AND DEATH

ON THIS LOWLY EARTH.

IT WAS THE INFALLIBLE BEAUTY AND MAJESTY,

WHICH THE HOLY EARTH HAD SEEN IN EDEN,

THAT SUCH DAZZLING VISIT SHOULD BE HER WELCOME.

IN HUMILITY SHE RECEIVES HER MASTER IN SUCH HER IMPURITY.

unstable as time

cruel as claws of death

unconquered as the sun

courageous like a lion

unreasonable as a mad man.

I am she who every mother abhors,

i fluctuate between realms

no mortal can hinder.

I cannot be spellbound,

By enchantment or devices,

Or appeased by rituals or traditions.

I am powers and invicible,

Ancient as earthly creations,

I disengage from covenants at will,

Stirs sorrow in the heart of mothers.

I am she the daugther of the oceans.

Whom i stick to is appealing to me,

They that i reject have never hurt me.

I behave by my own edict

A principle to guide my transitions

I am Abiku the chaste mermaid.