Author Archive: HiddenWave
Hearts At Tears
Benmiah Kadima
Been so long in a heart of coldness
And then I saw you in a long list of chat
Almost when I was eaten by loneness
When all my tears have been dried
I taught that was the end of the track
Little did I know that you were the end to my long night cried
Like a hopeless, I have always strolled up and down my list waiting for the message I never received
Then when the wind came blowing heavily from the south, I then wish for a comfort
It was when heard the sound of a whistle through the phone like a quick drop of water
I thought that I was been deceived
“Hi can we chat” was the sweetest in a year that got my loving vessel to glitter
The more we got closer like the mind and the soul the more I begin to fall
But we cannot share what have because we both know it’s impossible
Our hearts holds us for not been at peace responsible
Each day as we meet, we know the feeling of wanting all each other has grown tall
Like the sky, our love has no limit
But our heart has a checkmate
So all we do is dream and wish that someday it will be possible
Fazzole – The Next Big Deal
Written by <Diamondonlinelib>
The new generation of musicians in Liberia are many; every now and then there is a new musician coming to the scene.
It is clear that new generational music has come to stay, yet it is the hope of most Liberians that its artists focus on conveying good messages and promoting the culture of Liberia and one of the people who stand out to push this to the full whack of his career is Fazzole.
Fazzole is a Liberian artist who have making a wave in South Africa since his introduction to the music scene. Daniel Dennis who’s professionally known as Fazzole is a 26 years old rapper who’s prowess in the Trap genre, Afro-pop, Jazz and subconscious music.
Music everywhere in the world is business and as a promising artist, you got to venture into business in order to boost your craft and this is one of the fascinating things about the artist; Like Jay-z runs Tidal and Rock-Fella, Fazzole is an entrepreneur and owner of a 50k stream platforms known as Lokogang, which was named after his Genesis Mix-tape. Years in years out the artist has worked on a couple of songs including, “Night Thing”, “No Mistakes” that dominated airwaves in South Africa.
Make sure you follow Fazzole on all social media platforms for more information.
Unborn
ThemmyWryt
It’s just few weeks when I grapse my breath
The feel of oxygen makes the warm atmosphere pleasing.
The food that gives me energy
The fluid I’m drenched in effortlessly
Feels good to be alive even though it’s dark.
Lights I’ve not seen
Yet i remain thankful for the movement of my limbs.
Later did I know that I won’t be chosen to see the light
I’m left unborn to ponder
If my fate is as of hate or regret.
I loved my carrier though I didn’t see her face
She made me feel comfortable for the time though it was short.
I only wish I could feel her touch,
Pull her hair
Touch her face and make her smile
I love her but I don’t know if it’s mutual for her.
The choice she made
Didn’t give me chance to make mine
I saw the light but I was only a stream of blood down her thighs.
My voice she heard but only as a splash on the floor
And I tasted life but as a dirt on a rag.
My choices was swallowed by the ones she made
When she kept me unborn.
Vanity
James J. Quah
Tragedies Of Monrovia
Witty Gladiator
It’s Wednesday morning
You awake to the sound of the trucks passing by your window,
The smell of dust mixed in odour, and the terrible singing of your next door neighbor who believes she’s going to audition on America’s Got Talent and be a star.
You look at the time; it’s just 7:15 am.
You think to yourself “I’ve got enough time to read my Bible, get ready for work, and eat breakfast.”
You take your Bible; you read 1st John 1:8 and realize that God’s promised He’s going to forgive your sins if you confess to him wholeheartedly.
You think to yourself, “I can go ahead ‘enjoying’ myself more.”
You get outside; you realize there’s no hot water to bathe and it’s already 7:35.
You decide that bathing with cold water this morning won’t kill you, so you jump in the bathroom.
You appreciate how the cold water brings to life your spirit to sing.
You begin singing. You sing loudly. You sing annoyingly. But you suck at singing.
You disturb your neighbors with your average voice and go off pitch every once in a while.
You get out of the bathroom. It’s 8 am already.
So you decide to skip breakfast and eat “cold bowl” at Ma Kebeh’s spot right near your
Office on Ashmun street.
You call your boss to tell him you’ll be late today as you get stuck in traffic at Vamoma on 26th street.
As you pass, you enjoy the way the breeze beats your face this morning as your lower your windshield to cuss that bike boy who just missed your car’s bumper.
You cussed him. You cussed him good. But you know he wouldn’t just let it stay that way so he cussed you back too, and you laugh and say to yourself, “These Monrovia bike boys will never change.”
You get to the office at 8:45 and your boss hasn’t even left his house.
He’s a typical example of a Liberian boss.
He comes in at 12. Signs into the log book with 8:05 and you think to yourself, “If only I could rip his head off.”
He leaves at 12:30. Goes to eat lunch at Royal Hotel with his “side-squeeze.”
He gets paid a week before you, and for doing nothing, but there’s nothing you can do about it so you just leave him be and focus on your work.
You go to eat at Ma Kebeh’s.
The food isn’t even ready yet. So you sit. You sit long. You wish you could just rip her head off, and make her stop the plenty talking and just focus on preparing the cassava leaves torbogee she has on the fire.
The food is ready. So you eat. You eat well. You even ask for “take away” and you savor the Liberianness in Ma Kebeh’s cooking so you compliment her. You would even give her a hug if you were thinking straight. But you’re not. So you go back to your office.
You wait till evening and leave at 5:15.
You wish you could go have fun but it’s a Wednesday so you ride straight home.
You get there, shower, get in your pajamas, and you realize you had a great day!
You decide to keep the “take away” from Ma. Kebeh for “cold rice” the next morning so you put it in your fridge.
You lie on your bed, close your eyes, and then journey off to Disneyland in your sleep, and dream you’re in a Broadway Musical.
Freedom
Magic_Jenny
When Freedom raised her glowing form
On Montserrado’s verdant height,
Unfurled her standard to the air
Yeah, She tore the azure robe of night And set the stars of glory there.
Freedom, O sweet Freedom
But then, freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free;
We often pay a price
If not our pride, it’s our dignity
To keep our Liberty.
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
Remember those we loved,
Who fought for us, and died;
And those we never knew
For whom others mourned and cried.
Now, you see that
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
At home our “war” for freedom
Is sadly overdue;
We’ve let corruption stage
A sad and grievous coup.
We’ve allowed it wear glamour and walk the runway of livelihood.
I stand with this quote;
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
No longer can we brush off
Hatred and greed,
Lust for self-wealth and power;
We can’t, we won’t concede.
Complacency is weakness
They say you either comply or complain
But we as Patriots, can’t afford to die a life living like this;
We have to act on wrongs
That cannot be ignored.
We must give up some time,
Spent on other pleasures,
To restore Liberia’s freedom,
To keep Liberia’s treasures.
Money spent on expensive cars
Must now go to our cause:
Get rid of the offenders,
Constitutional outlaws called honorables
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free
It’s up to Liberian patriots;
It’s up to you and me.