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sadness

Fair or Real, choose wisely

 
Real isn't reeled anymore out the tube. 
It was rolled up before as snippets of the world, but with CGI
Nothing is as it was. 
What should I believe? What should you believe? 
Man saw the void and with words and steel
Said let there be light, and so it was, and night was day
And day was day, there was neither evening nor day. 
Then they flooded pieces of land, and dried up seas
And tweaked the plants, and fiddled with DNA, 
Spawning animals new and weird. Still no day. 
And then they set about to make man
And woman 
According to the images of the Vogue 2008 summer edition.
They looked on and saw it was good. 
And rushed to teach our children: 
             1 + 1 depends on what your 1 means
             A cell depends on what you want it to mean 
             An electron is whatever of those particles you choose
             And Kirchoff's nodal law is even applicable to voltage
             And your nationality depends on your heart's choice
             And a mountain is an upside-down valley 
And there still wasn't any day. 
Men became women, women became men, and monkeys
Said they'd rather be called humanoid, or else! 
The bonobos said they were descendants of wolves
While those who stayed off the green screen tried to say: 
"If you jump of a 10-storey building, you will die". 
But who is to believe them? 
The green screen made Thanos! 

(c) nyonglema
             
             


While there's a war on truth, now they add a threat to competition? 
The solution to a special woman dominating sport is to suppress her? 
It's unfair what they are doing to
Caster Semenya, a woman,
meanwhile transgender women are allowed to participate with 
"advantaged" bone and muscle structure from their DNA, even with
lower testosterone. Men remain on par with men even
after sex change,
which puts them at an advantage
over women. 


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Others

Starting over #hope

As I stared out the wooden window wishing 
I wasn't sitting here, but thinking the words 
To paint on this page, I create brand new worlds
That the teachers will totally dig relishing. 

But you know sometimes you notice that one line
Is out of place, then the paragraph, then the whole
As the sweat beads decorate my forehead folds
I know I'll draw a line, and toss one into the bowl. 

Despair decorates mistakes beautifully, but
I know muses loiter in strange places, like deep
Sea fish hanging their lanterns in a weird jut. 
I reach in, and grab one before off it leaps. 

(c) nyonglema
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anger

CFA #freeDOOM

“Si ton père est alcoolique et bois de la bière pendant que vos voisins gèrent vos finances, il boira du Hennessy dès qu’ils lui laisseront le contrôle : l’impact sur la ration journalière sera nul.”

He was screaming at my bent head, louder and louder,
And I tried to hide my face from his words: “Make no excuses!”
I hadn’t realized my explanation of why I’d chosen Bowser
Over doing the dishes would get such a lame label. “Excuse you!”

I thought to myself, as he poured words out to change
My mind, but it had wandered off…

I remembered when the excuse for the pain that paved every street of my city was that the colonial masters wished it so. I remembered the same streets turned red so that this pilfering could end, that we could decide by ourselves. I remembered independence.

I remembered when the excuse for the pain that paved every street of my country was that the white man had taken our brothers away in slavery. Poor William Ellison, the prejudice done to him by the white man must be the reason why APGAR scores are lower around me than they are in his state. I remembered abolishment…

but


Only for the slavery to the white man’s land, for we kept up the lucrative business of selling our kind to the Arab market, where no abolishment was in sight. Yes, I remember partial abolishment.

I remembered colonial currencies. This must have been the cause of the AFCON competition being withdrawn from Cameroon, or the civil unrest in Sudan, and Algeria, Cameroon. This must be why medical doctors get jobs in non-existent hospitals, or schools look different on paper than in reality (especially when buildings don’t exist). This must be the reason for social decay, the bane of investors, the pervasiveness of corruption and officials stea…mean embezzling. I remembered the CFA.

That evil currency which prevents roads from being built, prevents hospitals from being built, and extorts pregnant mothers waiting to deliver in urgency. It’s the CFA that destroyed the educational fabric, let problems fester into mini-wars, killed all moral and ethics in business, and stabbed the future à-la Julius Caesar.

Now he was screaming even louder and louder
But I just stood there, head bent, seeming to hear it all,
But my thoughts meandered off further and further,
Remembering it all, then dreading our persistent fall.

(c) nyonglema

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joy

Choices

Where do they find their solace when time takes toll? 

Choices that is. You know, when a fur coat seems better than a wind-breaking
piece of plastic in a shop where the browned decay of the sales lady’s teeth
hint at the bad breadth of its shoulders, and the colours seem off, but you’re
worried about the environment, so you lean towards it and away from dead animals.

Where do they find their stretch when time takes toll?

At one point you’ve got many, and at another the page is blank. Even the word
to start a poem hides behind the distractions of the day, and your choice to watch
Infinity Wars till 2am, and be up to your employer’s hobby, your livelihood, by
4am, which meant that your brain factory remained littered with yesterday.

I’ve noticed how choices impact choices, no troll!

It’s like the Mahjong possibility counter, and the kanji sign you just clicked
to reduce it, or when you go for a piece further off to the left, and the counter
goes up the sides of your cheeks, like to say you did the right thing by chance
or by calculated meticulousness.

My daughter stares me in the eyes as I get daily old:

I answer her that every action from that first cry she made hanging upside
down with amniotic coat has determined where she stands now, and every
action she freely wills will determine the amount of freedom she can exercise
as time takes its course and my hairline reduces my freedom of hair styling.

My son stares at my lies, head cocked like “It’s getting old!”:

I tell him freedom comes from sacrificing freedom, like Isaac on an altar, or
Joseph in a well, or me writing this here, or Jesus on a cross, or hitting a campaign
or running trail, or studying for a test, or digging up fossils, or just helping a
neighbour: the more of your freedom you forfeit for the right reasons, the more
you’re ready for the fullness of more freedom to forfeit.

(c) nyonglema
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love

My little flower #love

 
Down by the shore of city life, I found my little flower: 
White lily shining fragrance the size of the Eiffel tower. 
Unexpected the feeling of finding beauty right here, 
Down by the shore of the rush of life, on the pier. 

Down I stooped and scooped the softly petals, 
And a whiff of joy made my feeble heart unsettle
The petals so brave were not the frail of despair
But showed the strength of surviving hostile care. 

The sepals seemed to have done their fair share, 
Cradling the white and shunning life's scares. 
Their green sang odes to my heart's singing strings, 
Like the rebirth as deep winter announces spring

By the shore of city life, I held the peduncle
And tucked it into my tangled hair's crunkles. 
"Journey with me through all of life's worst despair, 
My little flower, through life, surviving hostile care"

(c) nyonglema