And I watch!

And I watch!

I watch homes carry

away by flood,

I watch thousands of

automobiles submerge

in salty water,

I watch roads wash

away,

bridges collapse

under torrential

rainfall.

I watch traffic lights

fall off from metal

poles,

telephone poles

and electric pylons

tumble by violent wind.

I watch public buildings

over taken by water,

hospitals, medical facilities

schools, libraries, shopping

malls sack by furious flood.

I watch people scrambling

for safety,

as flood encircles

communities,

emergency workers-

first responders-

overwhelm with demands.

I watch millions go without

light, water, and telephone

services for days;

I watch as daily activities

paralyzed from community to

community.

I watch as nature turns violent,

Harvey races over Atlantic at

130-mile-per-hour,

I watch between 30 and 51.88

inches of rainfall,

highest in record of continental

US.

I watch violent wind

winds out thirty-eight souls,

bad weather treats people

without pity;

I watch as families separated,

husband heads north,

wife to south,

kids between traumatized

parents.

I watch as material wealth,

documents, and valuables

float on water,

no one to rescue them,

I watch as materials become

Immaterial.

I watch people become trap

on top roof, high-rise buildings,

I watch as man’s inventions and

technology turn inadequate

before enraged nature.

Then I know-man is

but a puny before nature’s

gigantic power,

then I realize man is nothing

before natural phenomena,

then I understand man only

impacts,

if nature allows.

Then I remember-

when nature is incensed,

everything on pathway-

it destroys,

then I know-nature rules

over man,

not man over nature.

Light!

Light!

Give me light to see,

give me light to

understand,

give me light to

walk unharmed

through deleterious

road.

Give me light to fight

ignorance,

give me light to

checkmate diseases,

give me light to make

other see.

Give me light to

change society,

give me light to

light the world.

Until Office is Ready.

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Until Office is Ready!

Rodent-unfriendly office-

I desire,

cockroach-barred office-

I want,

Rat-free office,

may you provide,

document-friendly animals,

let my office possess.

From home-I shall work,

from inner room-orders

will come forth,

from my dining-I will

instruct you what to do-

from tennis court,

command shall emanate,

decree from pool side,

edict from hallway,  

from my lawn signal to

war commanders and

generals.

Until my office is

ready,

expect a little from me,

files are in custody of

rodents,

until office is ready,

never rush me,

state’s instruments of

authority are held by roaches.

Until office is ready,

no official duties,

no state banquet,

no state hosting-function,

halls, reception and

ante rooms fully occupied;

until office is ready,

I will only appear in balcony

for sighting.

Until office is ready,

hold rodents, cockroaches,

responsible for delays,

hold bugs, spiders, cobwebs

accountable for snail speed.

Blame invading bugs

for cunctation on budget

preparation,

condemn enemy rodents

for dawdling on Boko Haram,

denounce visiting spiders

for demurral on restructure

template.

Decry thieving rats

for downtime on education

crisis,

revile cobweb spiders

stonewalling electricity crisis,

vilify ants, mites, and ticks

on moratorium for bag production

to bag rice for sale.

Until office is ready,

Expect more DELAYS, and

Hope for LESS.

Not Single But Singly

Not Single but Singly!

Twenty-five years,

thirty-five, forty-five

years after,

still a “Miss,”

but society wants her

be “Mrs.”

Yes! Society wants her

be a wife,

community wants her

be a mother,

neighborhood wants her

as daughter-in-law,

making several people

across families in-laws,

if that isn’t her choice.

At certain age-

society wants her in

someone’s home,

even if no suitable suitor,

she is blamed,

she is condemned.

At a certain time,

society wants her

change maiden name,

for a new name,

even if no name to bear,

she is labeled-a proud woman-

society makes her success

looks like a curse, and

accomplishment turns

albatross.

Because society care less

about her,

she is stampeded in to

unprepared life journey,

journey that may soon turn

sour and very bitter,

journey that may leave parties

with vacuum,

journey with probable song  of

regret,

journey with foreseeable

marital woes.

Because society care less

about her,

ignores her true inner

feelings,

for biological and sexual

duties,

she becomes a victim of

every created protuberance.

Because society care less

about her,

constantly-it overlooks-

her development,

inhibit her mental ability

through a culture of subjugation,

confines her to a spear wheel and

secondary place;

she becomes a victim of

every created bump.

Because of society’s

desire,

she finds self in home

not ready for her,

home both spouse have

different vision,

home of different drivers,

sailors, and pilots,

home of opposite ideologies.

Home one is a democratic,

other is an autocratic,

one is modernist,

other is fuddy-duddy,

one is analog,

other is digital,

one is religious,

other is open-minded.

Because society care less

about her joy and happiness,

her biological time clock

it sets before her;

because society is so concerned

about her reproductive and

sexual roles,

shames and ridicules outside

matrimony,

daily anthem she hears.

If she were a queen-sitting

on judgment throne-

society wants a man beside her,

if she leads a nation-of all sexes-

society wants

“First Gentleman”

beside her,

if she heads a corporation,

society wants her head

a home kitchen.

Now-not tomorrow for-

society to see singleness

not a status anymore,

but expressive definition

for the strong that depends

on no one for survival;

a grammatical term not

a legal term,

an identification not

a sub-division,

means to differentiate not

a social class.

Women need not be

Single without Love,

but could become

Singular outside

Marital Zone.

All Are Dust

ALL ARE DUST!

You may be a king,

you may be a queen,

royal blood may flow

in your veins,

born with a silver spoon

in mouth,

you may own entire

world;

still you’re but a dust.

Sky may be your

inheritnce,

oceans and seas may

belong to you,

land and its resources

may all  be yours,

still you’re dust.

You may have power

over everything,

your power may go

beyond ordinary,

your influence may be

great in affairs of men.

Natural forces and

phenomena may shiver

in your presence,

tempestuous mind may

become quiet on your

order,

destructive cyclone may

hold on seeing you,

thunder and lightning

may halt on sighting you,

regardless you’re dust.

Sun may rise and set

on your command,

moon may eclipse

upon your arrival,

twinkle stars may fall

on earth in your presence,

nevertheless you’re dust.

Desert may blossom

as you march on it,

wetland becomes dry

on visitation,

ocean may shift base,

cloud evaporate,

river stop flowing,

sky disappear because of

you,

nonetheless you’re  dust,

from dust you are and

to dust you shall return.

Your wisdom may be

greater than Solomon,

insight more than eagle,

your power exceeding

young-maned lion,

strength in you more

than behemoth or

leviathan,

you can race than a

cheetah,

nonetheless from ground

you come,

to ground you’ll return.

Whoever you’re,

whatever you’re,

wherever you’re,

however you’re

why you’re;

remember-

anytime, anywhere,

anyplace, anyhow,

anyway,

dust is birthplace of life.

Clay a repository of

everything from intangible to

tangible,

storehouse of material

elements of life,

final destination of

everything.

Yes earth’s crust the

engine of life,

granary of thirteen

elements of life;

in it are oxygen, carbon,

hydrogen, nitrogen,

sodium, potassium, magnesium,

calcium, iron, phosphorous,

sulfur, chlorine, and iodine;

availability and network

create RNA,

raw-material for your

DNA.

 

Remember,

from dust you come,

to this dust you’ll return;

“Fuiste polvo,

polvo eres.”

 

Faithful Heaven!

Faithful Heaven!

Heaven listens when man

cries,

it guards and protects

when in danger,

delivers and walk you through

shadow of death,

from lion’s paw-it saves,

relieves and comforts from

pains unconditionally.

Heaven may allow

trials and tribulations,

to prepare you for

glorious future,

but gives you

tools to navigate

today’s trouble waters.

Trials may last longer

than expected,

unending cry may

find abode in eye sockets,

heart may become heavy

with daily agony and torture,

mind may be overwhelmed

more than what it can bear,

remain firm-heaven will open -

floodgates of refreshing

downpour and superior

soothing balm powerful

than all forms of

pain-relieving medications.

Is soul emotionally down?

Legs refused to walk,

hands on compulsory

vacation,

palms stopped clapping,

mouth continues with

dirge,

eyes become blurred,

ears remain closed

to symphony of joy;

today’s cloud will

evaporate,

today's thick gloomy

will vanish,

present thick smoke shall

dissipate.

Are you still crying?

For those pains from

unanticipated quarters-

treachery from siblings,

evil schemes from colleagues

betrayal by parents,

denial by children,

backstabbing from spouse,

injustice from society,

disappointment and misfortune?

Today’s visible and invisible

tears may run down

your face uncontrollably,

depress your soul,

knock you off your feet,

but tomorrow’s joyful tears

will compensate for loss.

Remember, today’s pain

is temporary,

very soon shall go into

a dustbin of forgetfulness ,

when tomorrow’s sun

blazon;

I trust you, you betray me

will go forever into

skooumhouse.

Heaven is Faithful!!!

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