HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. RICHARD TIA

A smile on the sun’s face

The day she states her case

The much awaited moment

Where there exists no torment

For on this day, fire showeth remorse

Burns wouldn’t be her just cause

Fire robes in a servant’s apparel

And poses on the cake’s candle

We have journeyed for 365 days

Ignoring all other nights and days

Just to wish you a happy birthday

On this momentous and special day

TIA this is Africa

TIA a mighty son of Africa

World changers are but a handful

And gladly you stand out of the few

A toast to all of Shawn Montgomery

Who lit the fire for which we make merry

To Lateef, Kabila and Adei

Who inspired you to dare

To the man, Mr. Mathias

Who for your education, would join the martyrs

And to the mother somewhere we don’t know

Who carved you into what we now know

 

And so with one accord with sing

Of the tidings birthdays bring

Praying and wishing you a longer life

Devoid of all discord and strife

I DREAM OF A WORLD!

I dream of a world

A perfect utopian world

A world full of love

A world like the one above

A world of equality

A world of absolute quality

Where there is neither rich nor poor

With content hearts, not wanting more

A world without crime

Where the youth don’t do drugs in their prime

A world of no tears

Why shed tears when there are no fears?

A world of boundless possibilities

One of abounding opportunities

A world where colours don’t matter

Where there is enough bread and butter

A world where security isn’t a necessity

For peace guards the big cities

Happy people all over town

No one fighting over the crown

They say such a world doesn’t exist

Indeed! Such a world might never exist

And that’s why I’ve been wondering

What stops us from dreaming??

ACROSS THE BRIDGE!

She lives at the other side of the bridge

A place for the elite and rich

Where the kids have a chauffeur

And they get whatever they prefer

We eat little on our side of the bridge

And grow wishing we were sons of the rich

The wealthiest here can’t match their chauffeur

So we barely get what we prefer

Woe unto us when we’re late for school

They come late and the teacher’s are cool

We do better academically

They employ us eventually

I know it’s not fair

But I don’t really care

For this story is about her

And not what is unfair

I was a benefactor of her dad’s scholarship

Yet I couldn’t boast of her friendship

In her eyes, I was invisible

Damn! That feeling was terrible!

The plan was to find a common interest

I stalked her on facebook, twitter and pinterest

I found out she was a big fan of poetry

And that knowledge unearthed my prowess in poetry

There isn’t a definite time for writing a poem

But it took a week to cook her, the magic poem

I entitled it, the Breakthrough

For it was like a master’s brew

Amazing! That’s what she called the poem

It turned out I wasn’t only good at chem.

In no time, I got my first kiss from Rose

And to the other side of the bridge, I arose!!