THE BLACK STAG

TUKU MUSIC                               They say life is like a candle out in the winds and our entirety in this universe a ticking time bomb. We are born on a soil that afterwards desire to walk on and leave glowing soles to a nourished souls. It’s been sang about, wrote about but still everyone is composing , refining their notes and painters mixing their colors. We are clinging onto something invisible if not walking towards its edge and not knowing  we dangling on its end. None smiles when robbed by this invisible infiniteness that lingers in a ghost cloud somewhere over, under, beside, in-front or rear.   As I patiently wait   for this heavy cloud of dust to settle on my weaned weary and heavy heart I’m still flying under a dark cloud , riding on a strange chariot but I thank the universe for my path has been illuminated by a distant star that rises even when the sun fails and twinkles in the night skies when the moon is asleep behind heavy clouds. In TUKU MU

In the days of yore before the time of Christopher Columbus it was said that if you sailed too far west you would fall off the edge of the world. However, this was just a belief as time has come to prove but today I don't intend to prove anything but offer my blind eyes to you for see. From dusk to dawn, when men open up their heavy eyelids or before they shut them up something invisible has gnawed on them for eons and aeon. Walking, running, crawling, sitting, flying, standing or presumably lying down, an un-imaginable shadow has always fallen over us. Humanity has been plagued with an intricate surprising intoxication that to me has sensibly driven them further away from themselves. In men’s hearts and souls lie empty bottomless pits and unthinkable voids that their noble minds seem to have failed to fill. It is a quest that he is on till the end of his road. It however is such a long road that comes short at the end of their life. Such a sad story... so sad if it has to be na

Mama Afrika You have no surrogate and pure you borne Souls of gold   and spirits of fire, alien dreams too Oh hast thou your dark unseen magic & your miraculous blackness Mummified immortaly on your legendary soil The lands of the underground undiscovered gods and goddesses The sons and daughters   Lwanda magere , Nelson Mandela , Ellen Johnson Sirleaf and all the vicious lions and   lionesses the fat cabs and lonely strange owlets in your savannah and forests              ...Oh Afrika ...               ...oh Afrika... Your melody resonates sweetly into the souls ear just as the queer voices   from your frightening bushes   your love squeezes the heart with the wild enthusiasm of your fearful   jungle as sweet tears roll down to the stomach with the chilliness of western winter am enraptured by the wisdom buried in your dark   soils and scribbled on your temples   and the awakening inspiration on our ancestors cave walls The black hole myste

THE DAY OF THE PIG Let’s talk about the system and all the bullshit too Telling a grown ass man to stand behind another grown ass man When the same man can’t stand ground for himself His inner coat pocket lined with a brown parcel Thieves busy stoning another thief Judas offering and tithing in the cathedral And yes he’s godsend “So and so is the man and he will be” the poll says... What do you think you telling us Mr. old wise duck ? You never get out of your expensive cocoon To feel this midday blaze Learned but still drowned in the evil haze Are you a prophet or just another mad man pretending sane? Do your homework “dad” Get out of my sphere Coz its clear in between my visions and yours there’s a lot to fear You can’t make me want what you want I’m no longer the ant under your sole So stop pretending your good is for my soul When the earth I sole on is grabbed and sold long gone You not Moses, you feared the burning bush and never remo