NOSTALGIA by D'Ola

I fear not the night!
Our lives have brighten'd it up!
Love is in the air!
It has our complexion- its neither dark nor fair!

Blood In Borno...by D'Ola

Blood in my hands,
the enemy has struck again!
Here in the East of Borno!
Vultures thrives and have made a niche

My house has been razed!
The smell is of cushion and flesh!
My property destroy'd,
my conscience pierced!

The turgidity of my mind!
now re-engineer'd towards revenge!

HE RAPES AGAIN!................by D"ola

Call that man a warrior?
He fights the vulnerable
He pins them down with his fist as armour

He shadows their movement,
acting with preciseness,
only to attack to their bemusement

He raped me, twice but once
the first with his seeming innocence
the second with his violence and lustful pounce!

I traded with him words as a Kindred
he ignored and persisted the more,
all he wanted was my cherry-red

The agony was much!
The thoughts alone killing,
I felt my life in flesh, and yet out of touch!

Arrest that rapist!
twice he has escaped the cops
he charms them and his arrest is kept on resist

Now, I suffer in pain
He sees me and act being in fame
Oh! fire of shame please rain!

Lest you repent, may footsteps of evil draw near you
daily in reality and in dreams
Just as death catches up with you

May the lives you have shattered
call for your gut
and your name be ecstatically battered

The sun shall smite you by day
even as cold torments you by night,
this minute, this day!


D'Ola

A GIANT’S LIFE.......by D'Ola

Twisting fortunes of a giant
That can’t help but fight like an ant
Making decisions that needs no decryption
Of how the results yielded
To the calls of poverty and starvation
In high pitch
To the awe of his children
What matters before now doesn’t
As he craves for pleasure without measure
In him resides,
The Bubbling spirit of antagonistic thoughts
Reigning supreme in glare testimony
Of how badly hurt his sense organs are
His skin, scaly insulting sensations
His eyes, infected with luxury
Wanting more than necessary
His mouth, deformed – consequence of being mealy mouthed
His hands, overstretched beyond its elastic limit
Stressed and Strained in awesome corruption
Trained to steal without vision
Of what tomorrow’s joy holds for generations yet unborn
Darkness dominates his house in general merchandise
Of hide and seek games
Between Bad leadership and corruption
Lacks foresight and can’t use his hindsight
To dispense justice without rancour
Controversially tongued to lease and cease
Leases trouble without season
And fans injustice with accuracy
To the know of those that are close to look minutely,
In need of good governance
Devoid of morally bankrupt ideas,
Intellectually deficient noble polices.
Now more than fifty years after
Hope lies everywhere wanting more resolution
From an uncommon generation of people
Ready to change the chemistry of the status-quo
Regardless of fashion or trend


 D'Ola

THE STORY OF A GIRL CHILD....I

Hello readers.

            Thanks for your comments on my last write up on rape. Rape is a deadly act that leaves its survivor empty and void. I listened to the news reporting the dead bodies of two girls: ages 2 and 3 found in a dilapidated building. Reports showed these girls were strangled after being raped. Also a formerly outgoing, bright,7-year old girl has been forced to recede into a cocoon of extreme shyness after being raped four times; and efforts to bring the culprit to justice has been futile.

The statistics is alarming. In South Africa, older women of age 60 and above are being raped every week. A community of these women was sent an outcry to the department of police and community welfare. This is what they said “these men are young enough to be our sons and grandsons. They come in drunk and high on drugs and rape us over and over again. We are too weak to fight back, so we just do as they say each time. Please we need protection to live the remainder of our days in peace before we join our ancestors.”

A 21 year old lady approached my counseling group and asked for help. In a bid to buttress her ongoing sessions, I decided to publish her story. I am going to share it in segments and I would love productive comments along the way. Remember, this website was designed for us to speak up and help in our own little ways. All names and places have been changed to protect the identity of the characters.

P.S: I am going to share the story in segments, because it is fairly long.

The beginning

Hi. My name is Alexandra, I am 21 years old. I was born in Kenya, but I relocated to southern Africa about eight years ago. I am the first child of my father, and the only child of my mother. My parents were dating when I was born. Things didn’t turn out the way they expected, and they never got married. The truth is this: my father walked out of the relationship because he had chains of other girls he was dating at the time which my mother got to know. My mother’s education stopped at high school. She was working when she met my dad. She was instrumental in the finance of my dad’s first degree in the university. Despite all these, my father cheated on her, walked out on the two of us and blamed it on my mother’s half education.

            My mother practically slaved herself to see me through high school. I had to take odd jobs during holidays to help out. On one occasion when I was working as an on-call maid, to help my mother raise money for my school fees; I was raped by the man of that house. The man was too big for me to overpower, because I am petite. He said if I told his wife or anyone, he would tell on me that I seduced him. I was naïve and too young at the time to know what to do.  He overpaid me, and told me never to come back again. I couldn’t tell my mother because I didn’t want to add to her problems. I felt so worthless and empty on the inside. It was a gruesome act. I had nightmares for a long time, as it replayed in my subconscious repeatedly. Because of this that had happened, i felt cursed. First, i grew up without a father, secondly, a man preyed on my innocence and took advantage of me. I hated men, and decided not to get close to any man for a long time. oh!! the pain i felt was beyond description. I dont wish it on any living being. i hated myself and wanted to give up on life, but I thought of my mother and all she had been through raising me single-handedly. i decided to move on with my life and become somebody in life.

            

             My life has been a bittersweet one...

   ....to be continued

A QUEEN WITH KINGLY GLORIOLE by D'Ola

A QUEEN WITH KINGLY GLORIOLE by D'Ola

Thundery love
making sounds with joyful throbbings
into the heavens of parental desires
welcoming you on another soulful trip

A day is announced without an announcer,
the day carries the pleasure
of a caring God -faithful and graceful

Walking in the beauty of eternal compassion,
daubing the evils of the world with godly love
in a way charming evil doers to imbecility

Hail! the Queen,
affronting the contempt of daily struggles
making men wonder how heavenly talented one could be

Come, praise  God
enjoy and celebrate today
as it heralds the coming of You -a queen with a kingly gloriole

Every Woman

this poem was inspired by a song i listened to over ten years ago "every woman" by kirk Franklin. i added some of my own stuff to the lyrics. please read, and enjoy. i salute every woman out there and the men that make their Worlds go round. every woman needs her man.

Every woman needs her man

To fight for her, die for her

Someone who will take the time to place his heart inside of hers

A man who will not leave her but will stand right by her side

A man whose heart is hers alone

A man who sees her, not for who she was, but who she can become

Every woman needs her man.

Every woman needs her man to be true

Even when the skies are gray, he knows that God will bring them through

A man who is not afraid to say ‘I’m sorry’ when he’s wrong

A man who listens to her heart and not just her voice

A man who looks into her soul and not just her eyes

A man who makes her smile, even in hard times

Every woman needs her man

Every woman needs her man to be a leader

To give her direction and steer her to fulfill her goals

A man to care for and pamper her

A man who helps her be the best woman in the whole world

A man who loves God and loves her more than life

He is the reason for the light in her eyes.

Every woman needs her man

Every woman needs her man

To hold her and protect her

A man who tells her she is beautiful

A man who understands how she feels

A man who will not leave her, but will stand right by her side

A man who commands respect by respecting her

Every woman needs her man

Every woman needs her man

Who honors her and calls her by a special name

He is all she needs in a man

She can’t stay angry at him for long because it breaks her heart.

She loves her man and takes care of him

She stays true and faithful to him

She can’t share him with another

Every woman indeed needs her man.