#HellurrrandomPoetry: The She Sango

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That awkward moment when you realise that Sango is an actual she
Hard to imagine a woman spewing fire
Incredible, but true.

Watch that volcano when she does not get her way or command that deserving fear
Catch the staggered eruption when her dependants do not hearken to her instructions fast enough
Or when the non affection becomes unbearable
Rerun that angry storm off
when she has been kept a minute too long

To quell this type of wrath is to play dumb
To call oneself stupid and say sorry
To resort to meaningless patronage
And to defer to the wisdom that exists
Only in the figment of her imagination
To say exactly what it is she wants to hear.

Spoken Word: Energy

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Everything in this world is a game of energy
Whether it’s enthusiasm or jealousy,
Throwing shade or passing subs;
Energy fills the atmosphere

You can tell if one’s spirit bites you
Or if another is trying to control or colonise you.
You can tell. You just can
By their energy, you know them

Even silence is energy
What people are not saying is what they are actually saying.
Energy quite solid, so palpable
Is alive on earth

It’s in the snorts and hmms,
The sighs and cries
Popping from wall to wall
In the joys and smiles as well

The word energy is no longer existential
In fact, there’s nothing more real than it.

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London Poetry

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A city where you drink tap water with no worries,

But get infected by the latter phrase.

Of tubes, tunnels and crossword puzzles,

Where underground musicians literally live their name!


Stellar architecture, with more squares than streets, I kid!

Where your eggs and milk get frozen in the fridge,

And you’d say ‘I’m going to Bank’ and are correct.


I hear the train stop at ‘Warwick Avenue’ and I remember Duffy

‘Tottenham Court Road’ reads ‘Welcome Home!’…oh what a joy.

‘Shepherd’s Bush’…the tale of a cold, sly hairdresser

‘London Bridge’ a taste of Legal London,

rendering me incredulous to every woe I ever faced!

But ‘Holborn’ my favourite, is where I rub minds with professors

And sharpen my intellectual  curiousity.


Tis all that and more,

Best believe.

#HellurrrandomPoetry: ‘The Remembrance of Things’

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Photography by Ose Binitie
Photography by Ose Binitie

I remember when yellow was my favourite colour

‘Yellow is for little girls’, they said
‘Pink is for big girls’
So I cut off my ties with yellow and moved on to pink
I remember when keeping a diary was in vogue
I couldn’t keep up with filling every page of my life day and night after living it
What a bore, I thought, to rehash every single feeling on paper
I remember when having a best  friend was in vogue
You went everywhere together and did everything together
You dressed alike and liked the same things
Whether or not you really did
‘How “kinnish”‘, we thought
And when you suddenly change, as though you were awakened
 from a dream, your friendship is history
I remember when going to London holiday was in vogue
You would come back to school with a Nike bag and a new pair of Barratts
I remember when I used to say hi to random strangers, watching their discomfort in trying to decide whether to say hi the next time they saw me
I’m over that now, I laugh.
I’m more mature
I remember when I wanted to be a lawyer
People thought I was on the right track
I was outspoken. passionate, not so much
But outspoken…oh yeah, and I loved to argue!
Surely, this was what lawyers needed, I thought.
But my passion lay somewhere else
Buried in the heart of God
For souls to be won into His kingdom
For lives to be changed by His power
For the anointing to flow in His presence.
And that, my friend, is what I never want to forget.