We Men Celebrate Women

african woman

We men,
are powerless without women.
Women console our soul, women conceal our sin
Women revive our glory, women survive our story
They are keys to our heart, they are crayons to our art
They are wind in the tide, without them we are tied
Women, for we men, are our lifetime guide.
We men,
are with no strength without women.
The African woman suffers from hope:
She’s bold, she’s dutiful; she’s gold, she’s beautiful
Her genial smile is sanctuary to we men,
She brings forth we men, breastfeeds we men,
She rocks the cradle of we men, and we men become rocks!
We men,
are powerless without women.
At the touch of love, we men become complete
when her heart shuts, we men become desolate
love is the other way evil, without women
without women love is obsolete
because women console our soul, women conceal our sin
Women revive our glory, women survive our story
They are keys to our heart, they are crayons to our art
They are wind in the tide, without them we are tied
Women, for we men, are everything in this ride

Shipwreck

I wrote this poem on 22nd September 2011; in remembrance of one phenomenal woman – Dr. Margaret Ogola, author ‘The River and the Source’. I was sad – very. I thought I should share this today – International Women’s Day!
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black and blank was a night’s pause
skies sure and blue were in great loss
stars slept frightened by looming gloom.
in tragic tides struggled the sad ship,
dancing sullen songs of dream and sleep.
soon bloody blizzards would bloom
the ship stared at the water depth:
half covered; half uncovered with wreath.
 
an’ now so sad lullabies are sung –
sung by gods, sung by beasts
in slumber land – does she dream of slumber?
the shattered ship struggles ashore
but tears well! but wells dry!
hadn’t they longed to retrieve the ship?!
Glossy gloom; darkness and doom;
WASTED FUEL
–is the lefto’er of a man and a lake,
of a river and her source!