women of the night

Along the street, as a shelf displayed
Like royal palm decorating a driveway
Line the wined ‘women of the night’
In clothes and colours, merrily scented
Offering services that fouls our morals
It reeks of fornication and adultery

In smiles and tears, they work the night
A service to men and their drank egos
Like slaves and subjects, they respond
Performing acts to satisfy selfish delights
With groans that mocked their dignity
Driven by poverty, pimps and pleasure

Men hallow their touches at night
Merrily whispering desires and fantasies
And moaning the regrets of a caged love
They listen, all unheard in the wanton air
To the sorrowing beats of bleeding hearts
To secrets, of men sick with affectations

And yet, we call them names with disgust
They, who comfort fathers and husbands,
And out of respect, vault their secrets
They who rest in the day like vampires
For fear our faces will bring out secrets
Why suffer the ‘women of the night’?

We shamefully behold them as strangers
Taunting their dreams with sexual epithets
Doused in a dirge cursed with weariness
Short is memory, ‘women of the night’
We’ve forgotten that thou art family
Once, you were sisters and mothers

Your pride plunges into a maddening cry
Breathing laments softly in your hearts
And anguish bellows deep in your bellies
With screams of ‘whys’ directed at fate
For your critics are clients and customers
Who demonise your image in the day

corruption is dead

What nature have you created for yourself?
You back-stabbing, sleazy fraudster;
Your temperament is tainted, and non
Wants to be publicly associated with you,
Yet, your features are embossed on souls;
Strange, you imprison a nation and a continent.

You have not an ounce of honour, nor dignity;
A blood vow to usurp sincerity and wisdom,
Your siblings’ are greed and gluttony,
Acquaintances with misdeeds and negligence,
You perpetrate greed and egoism in men.
Pranks and a hoax you played on my people.

How did you achieve such a dramatic feat?
You bait my people with mirages of wealth;
Entangling an endowed continent in your web,
Hunger, sickness, famine, poverty and death –
You unleashed. You have humiliated justice
And freedom has lost its footing on solid ground.

How proud and boastful you have become;
You have given power to fools and sycophants,
Wise and frank men have to bow before them.
You even control the hearts of those who speak,
Against you, and royalty squirms in our presence,
Your snickering angers me.

You have caused men to isolate honesty,
Humiliated and crippled, she is mocked.
A trap for candour, have you laid in his misery,
Hoping to cower him into submission,
But the thread of light at the end of the tunnel,
Is hope for sincerity and faithfulness to sprout.

Like Romulus and Remus, I’m distinguished;
Genuineness was my nurse and confidant,
Truth taught me oratory skills and guts,
Boldness helped me take my first steps,
And Integrity has being my best pal.
Now I’m all grown up and I’ll crush you.

I plucked the first fruits of faithfulness;
Inspiring candour to rise from his misery,
Virtue is in the pink, smiling with a grin,
And values, is visiting homes evangelising
A formless campaign strategy to box you in,
The message – let us eradicate corruption.

Your tricks laid to bare, disgrace is snarling,
And humiliation has shown it true character,
Corrupt men have regrets written on their faces
They hate themselves for buying your lies,
Their hearts and souls, have we won back;
A changed people, an enhanced perspective

They understand the harm they caused others;
Pardon us, forgive our injury, they pleaded,
And the aroma of forgiveness filled the air.
They are giving back to society what they stole,
A hundredfold, a thousandfold and more,
They are conscious of their actions now.

Come, let us rejoice; for corruption is dead;
And prosperity, has returned to our homes again
Our ancestors twitch no longer in their graves;
The distorter, of our adult and youth is no more.
Her reign has been toppled; her ashes scattered,
A new queen, Integrity, rules our hearts and mind.