When You’re Gone

The sun is dead

The moon is dulled

The stars are lost

My heart, it ceases

My nose, it closes

My limbs, they numb

These I feel

When you gone too long

The Beans Story

I returned from school, very hungry indeed

So hungry, I ran to the kitchen, high speed

My twin was cooking some beans with zeal

I asked, “I want some, please”, I plead

He refused, this boy, he won’t accede

I asked, ‘how much’, he saw my need

He said: ‘your books, your knowledge and grades in school’

I replied, “fine, take it”, this beans smells good

Content and satisfied, some gas I shoot

Later, I wondered, where are my books

I searched, he said, my books he took

My grades and knowledge was also his

Got pissed and offered to refund the beans

He refused, so I planned to burn his jeans

Then later, I’d stealthily push him in the latrine

But our blind father, he heard, his advice I took

Then he promised, later, he’d give me some books

At school, awards night, Jacob’s name was mentioned

Why?! I fumed, I’m always the first

The teacher, he said, “you’re now the last”

“Your grades and knowledge, to Jacob, you passed”

Ah, because of beans, I’m now outclassed

Home I went, on the way, more gas

I arrived; there was Jacob, dressed in sheepskin

I wondered at first, but I ignored

To our father I went and reminded him of the promise

Confused, he asked : weren’t you here a minute ago?

“I’m blind but I felt you, you are hairy, that I know”

Then it hit me, Jacob, the sheepskin he wore

In anger I screamed, “this one ‘di33’ I bore”

My gun I took and prepped it for action

I loaded and cocked it, a loud noise was heard

Then, our mother shouted:

“Esau, get an antacid”

Of My Dreams

Though dark is her glory

My love spurs her fury

She smiles like crazy

Wakes me from being lazy

She knows, I love her

But will she do me, I wonder

She’s lyrical like Stevie Wonder

And plays me like Andres Iniesta

I’m befuddled by her soft touch

Her fragrance knocks me out like King Kong’s punch

Her dreamy eyes, they immobilize me

Her melodious voice, it serenades me

I yearn for her continuous attention

She knows, she ‘flexes’

And then she flirts me

Those are crumbs, but I love her still.