Rhymes from Africa

The hunter

2008-10-03T01:19:00.000-07:00

I’m the eagle;
A hunter in the jungle.
I fish where reptiles mingle.
And snatch where chicks giggle.
My preys wriggle, waggle and jiggle.
But I laugh, and then I toggle.

I’m the eagle.

Because God gave me special goggles,
Life for me is not a struggle.

I'm the zebra

2008-10-03T01:18:00.000-07:00

I’m the zebra.
I’m a horse.
But I’m more.

I’ve got the stripes
That horses lack.

I march in steps
That soldiers like.
But I’m a horse that they can’t ride.

I’m well coupled; well proportioned.
I’m the zebra because I’m zebrous.

I'm the gazelle

2008-10-03T01:16:00.000-07:00

I’m the gazelle; because I’m graceful.

I walk like a princess.
But without her airs.
I’m slight, bright and beautiful

I’m the gazelle; because I’m graceful.

Confession

2008-10-03T01:14:00.000-07:00

I’m in love but she stays aloof.
Maybe my love is not enough.
Maybe I’m not good enough
Maybe I need to make her laugh.
Maybe I’m a barbarian who’s too rough?
Maybe I irritate her when I cough?
Give me a ‘yes’ and I’ll dance on the roof.

The woman who made me mad

2008-10-03T01:13:00.000-07:00

I used to be a strong fellow
A gentleman and a hail-fellow

But in her presence I always mellow
Then turn pale yellow
Then orange yellow
Then cadmium yellow
Then canary yellow

To my friends I’ve become an odd fellow
In the league of cranked heads who run and bellow

Our culture day

2008-08-22T01:36:00.001-07:00

We practice with a disciplined stricture
Until our feet swell and rupture

Some think it was a torture
But we did it to show case our culture
So that you can steal a look into our nature
And get an overview of our structure
And appreciate the direction of our future

A song for Uniputra

2008-08-22T01:34:00.000-07:00

To educate the masses:
You’ve provided enough resources,
And you’ve commissioned enough of courses.

To educate the masses:
You bespoke a zillion sources,
So that your library brims with a sea of faces;
As your students whiz through their theses

For these, UPM deserves some roses.

My descent into oblivion

2008-08-19T04:20:00.000-07:00

I watch my life decrease;
And my facial lines increase.
I’m afraid my joint will freeze.
I can no longer hold with ease.

Before my life will cease,
I want a wife that will tease -
A soul mate that will please.

Before the angel comes for a seize,
I want to pay the children’s fees.
I want to feed the geese.
I want to pay the lease.
Oh God, I don’t want to face your quiz!

Her portrait

2008-08-19T04:17:00.000-07:00

She’s perfect
A complete package
A cheerful person
A pretty parcel

THE MYTH

2008-08-19T04:08:00.000-07:00

In Africa:

We live in trees,
Marry wives in threes,
Sire like the bees,
And as many as the fleas.

They toss and turn in hell

2008-08-14T20:50:00.000-07:00

They toss and turn in flame
And scream and plead in vain
For a chance to reform and reframe

But live a life of vain
Innocent souls they maim

Some they slain
Some they make lame
Some they cause pain

All for game
All for fame

So they toss and turn in flame
And shout and scream in vain

But who's to blame?

Not the people they disdain
Not the God they inflame
Not the loot they maitain
Not the words they proclaim
But their hands that stain

MALAYSIA! MALAYSIA!

2008-08-12T05:55:00.000-07:00

We've come for our share;
From Africa, Europe and Asia;
Non-muslim, sunni and shia.

We want to match with you.
We want to stand by you.

Malaysia Malaysia
We've come for share;
From Africa, Europe and Asia;
Non-muslim, Sunni and Shia.

We've come to your land.
Take us by the hand,
And match us in the band.

Malaysia Malaysia
We've come for share;
From Africa, Europe and Asia;
Non-muslim, Sunni and Shia.

We want to feed our mind.
We know you're kind.
Don't leave us behind.
Some of us are blind.
Help remove our bind!

U

2008-07-19T03:01:00.000-07:00

As my face looks at you
I remember when it was new,
Mama blew
And cooked me stew:
Meat, fish and chocolate brew
Ew!
Witches portion for you.

Mama clothed me in blue
With all its hue
"Don't go near the dew",
Mama warned as she laced the shoe

Off to the bus stop I flew
To join the totting queue

2008-07-19T01:27:00.000-07:00

I don’t mind
If you blind me with your glow

I don’t mind
If you poke me with your breast

I don’t mind
If you hang me with your hair

I don’t mind
If you pierce me with your eyes

I don’t mind
If you gag me with your tongue

I don’t mind
If you prick me with your eye lashes

I don’t mind
If you imprison me between your thighs

I don’t mind
If you slap me with your buttocks

I don’t mind
If you lock me in your embrace

I don’t mind
Dying for beautiful causes

A Princess Defined

2008-07-19T00:13:00.000-07:00

She’s so fresh as if from recess
So fine without a drop of excess
Tissues well coupled and flawless
A product of skillful process

She maybe without a drop of goodness
But matchless in effeminate prowess
To men, this duchess is blameless

Letter to my unborn child

2008-06-25T02:10:00.000-07:00

Be the best you can be

Be knowledgeable and you'll know what your future will be

Be proud and see how confident you'll be

Be confident and let others be

Be beautiful for that's what everyone wants to be

Be kind and your ride will be smooth to where you want to be

Be warned: the world will not help you to be what you want to be

Be warned: everyone will tell you it's impossible to be what you want to be

Be consoled that everyone will run to you when you become what you want to be

Be prayerful and Allah will guide you to be what you want to be

MOTHER

2008-06-10T23:49:00.000-07:00

Mother Your bosom I suckled

And my shoes you buckled.

You loved me as I was Ugly as I was;

Walking as a monkey waltz.

You loved when I took

And smiled when I looked

How do I repay your tender nature?

My life is too short for your adequate nurture.

Puffed up and proud you were

In my babbling wear.

Tear marked your face when I shivered

You traded in every silver,

To save me from my painful fever.

Tormented in sadness,

You were in my toothing weakness.

As I stretch up to Heavens

And count my days in sevens

And traverse the universe Hear o people!

Mother was the apple that kept me breathing.

Now I want to manufacture enough oxygen.

To prevent a breath fracture,

By sprouting a million strands of tree

That she will live free

And grow to see centuries three.

Tribute to father on Fathers' Day

2008-06-10T23:45:00.000-07:00

He’s the super dad.
He taught me good from bad;
And how to be a lad,
And how to use the things I had,
And he prevented my mind from going mad.

Ever since I was scantily clad.
When fully dressed but only in a pad.
And named any running quad
A doggie. And knew no sad-
ness. And knew only a tad.
To the moment I’ve in my wallet a wad.
Father has not stopped being a dad.