D. Sebastian Niare

Run the race oh Africa reach the finished line,

Don’t look back at yesterday because you are surrounded by witnesses of heartless crowd.

Stand firm and reach the goal of your fathers

Africa a land that flourish with milk and honey,

A land dream to have produced great men and women to become leader of the universal.

Unifornately our speeches cannot reach the roof of our head,

Our tongue will no longer interpret the sound of our voice.

As our gum refuses to bear witness of our tooth

We bit those hands that feed us and eat the food that make us sick

While our children future are decided by our neighbors

Africa!! Africa!! Oh!! Africa!! Land of my mother,line of my origin, place of my birth,

It’s not because we plan to fail, rather we fail to plan.

It is time you put your father dream to reality,

Rise up transfer over your oppressor

Run the race and reach the finished line oh!! Africa!!

Marilyn

I miss you,
Like those moonless nights,
When all is cold and dark
Even those distant stars melt
into the black canopy of the sky.

Oh!, how I wish you were here
to fill the night with your
glowing presence.
Sent a beacon that would bring out
the dancing fireflies,
the cricket creaking in the thicket,
the hooting owl,
the shooting stars,
And that bonfire in my belly.

We would sit here under the telescope of heaven,
And make memories of us.
With all eyes watching:
The owl,
The cricket,
The fireflies,
The mosquitoes,
And the shooting stars, too.

They have all gathered to lap
in our light.
We don’t need no moon,
We are luminous,
As aurora, a magnetic pull of hearts,
drumming lightly at midnight in enfolded arms.

But it is high noon,
The sun is searing,
And I miss you
Like those moonless nights.

De-Sun

Dimpled!
Dimples!
Dims!
And din!
Do you heard that?
The words of today,
That ache my heart every seconds of the day.

An imprint on your face and my mind,
Your dimples curved like gentle commas
demanding.

I pause to trace those lines,
Between kisses of every genre.

Oh! My baby
Here we go again,
Another yarn to spin;
As you,
Once again,
Pretend that it’s the end.

And that,
Besides your curls,
Your dimples,
Your pearls,
Your smile,
Are all beautiful features you posses.

You’re not like other girls
I wish you were my world
I wish you were all, My beloved.

But I don’t get to make the rules,
You are made of the rules,
And the cloud is my witness.

A man is not a man
Because he has a plan,
Just because he can’t,
Count every grain of sand.

For as sure as they are numbered,
that one and one is two.

Betrayal pops is on his mind,
But I wish you were all,
My darling

I can’t seem to pick and choose.
Every little moment we spend together.

You confuse what I supposed to do
With that which you must,
And by the idols of the mind.

Young is wasted on the youth
So to flow with being honest.

For once I’ll tell the truth,
Your dimples is the weapon that destroy my heart.

That I wish you were all my love
And I wish they were all mine, too

I’m in love with you,
And the shadow of your marvelous dimples.