the weaponized poverty I witnessed gave me an impression of a city playing with fire while sitting on a keg of highly inflammable substance
MIXED MESSAGES; TO BE CONTENTED OR TO STRIVE FOR MUCH MORE?
I received a WhatsApp message from a friend today that got me thinking. It is one of those messages that annoyingly clog the phone in these days of pandemic-enforced restrictions when majority of people had little else to do but fiddle with their handsets.
A PERFECT PICTURE
Bold with a life of its own
It stares back in real time
Daring me to flow
In my own imagination
What lies behind those
Cheeky smile no one knows
But of a sudden I’m a painter
An artist
A musician all rolled in one
Besieged with materials large
Enough for painting and
Songs that’ll thrill lovers
To no end
THUGS all!
Give our politicians their due, they deserve credit for their ability to spot thugs from unimaginable distance. As for us,