THE PYTHON DANCERS GONE EASTWARDS AGAIN

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We live in a country where our young ladies who have recently attained the age of puberty cannot afford sanitary pads, but our men and women in public offices have ipads which they do not even know how to use.

Patrick L.O. Lumumba

#VisualsByCharles

We aren’t completely lost yet

Achebe beared witness

Adichie spoke further 

Understanding now preached unfairness 

As they dispatched togetherness 

And trampled on priceless happiness
They pointed at the heavily beard man

That slow hungry-eyed man

Belly filled with a nation’s torment

Mislead or misinterpreted

But a tool they used to fruition 

Ignited catastrophe on

Fore fathers who always considerate

In his ways knee only obedience.

Tears were shed; A lot!

For that long gone relative

Who thought and fought for a dawn

While I sit here now in complete conviction

That those birds of death

From evil forest of Soviet technology Should never have glided east

Aburi offered a truce I heard 

But greed and selfishness

Like a blind woman pacing the sidewalk 

Waited at the shores of the Niger 

With finger on trigger 

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As you unleashed terror on mothers and children

Air heavy with odours of diarrhea

Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs

All imagined family reunion at noon vanished.

No portrait on my wall

Of cordial hand shakes at dawn

As you were uneducated and influenced

While pride took him to place of rationalities.

While em subjugates were slaughtered.

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As they pray never to see a rebound 

Asking that a 2nd eastern holocaust is aborted.

But in flipping pages

And moving pictures bringing bare 

Don’t you feel a new type of pain?

As I observe an acrid stench 

Of crazy power hunt on all sides

Is injustice about to reoccur again.

Were there winners and heros then?

Will there be any now?

Will the shelling and bombardment 

User in a new type of crocodile smile?

As you decide to parade the python 

In a city at the height of sensitivity

Taking a slip of Faith?

Or working/walking on part of hate?

The story might be different this time.
#Poetry

#TheDissident

#StateOfaNation

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THE REALITY LATELY

Flos Place 7

Feels like tears in the eyes now

But choosing not to cry out loud
Inspirations and musing gone sour
I apologize for being torn

Looking at the day’s past
Fears still holding my last laugh
Should I quit or head for the next lap
I apologize for falling into rhetoric’s trap

I would be smiling
If I did not become too desperate

I would choose to respect the norm
If the dreams stayed small

I heard someone say
“When fighting the fight of your destiny It’s no time to be nice
But time to be right.”

After all said and done
I heard that salient voice ask;
Can you handle, fame, name and the blame ?

With a voice almost silent
I said “YES”

With a big smile on my face

#Celonarants™

© 2015 CelonaCharles

INTERLINKING PATTERNS

Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinionsRed Haircrow

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*INTERLINKING PATTERNS*

Life seems like interfering patterns

Things which seem to have no connection eventually reveals their ties

Oppositions suddenly becomes best of partners just because one had something to offer the other

I think life is much more than it seems

Full of mystery I tell you

Layers of underlying meanings

Truths and even more lies

Circumstances interconnected through life in the most intriguing ways

Just live with a free mind friend

Expect less from waves of good vibes you release

Affect that next man with a casual smile

I stay away from hugs but I do love

Life seems like interlinking patterns
Bright or dull colours on those patterns
Are completely our choice to make

#StayRelevantAfrica

#WeHereForAllOfUs

#Celonarants™

© 2015 CelonaCharles

CONVICTIONS LATELY 30/03/2017

“The Knowledge Rule 2080: From maggots to men, the world is a corner bully. Better you knuckle up and go for yours than have to bow your head and tuck your chain.”
Ta-Nehisi Coates

Niggas from the hood is the best actors;
The ones that get to wear their faces backwards;
Never smiles much or their defense gone.

They got ways of speaking that’s unnatural;
Just to make it through a job interview;
They Just trying to make it out somehow;

Peeping through this sheets I see the sun now
Another day yeah?
…and everything won’t be Okay
I know son!

Just keep your head up!

Better days don’t ask for permission

Focus on the simple things;
It’s so much easy that way!

The world wants the best version of you. You hear!😍😜

#CELONARANTS!

SOMEBODY SPOKE FOR THE INFANTS

Baby toys were left at my door. Either someone’s trying to get my attention, or I have the attention span of an infant ~ Jarod Kintz

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*SOMEBODY SPOKE FOR THE INFANTS *

From the southern clans of Crimea
To the eastern valleys of Burundi

Petulance and greed staking it’s claim
Even in the northern hills of Chibok
Mourns and wails with no tame
As the children became less valid
Innocency set ablaze
As all men chases to own stake
Tankers replaces serenity of infants stay

How often should we see their faces gloom
And the bright sparkles in their eyes fade
Christmas carols scraped
For the loud cheers of songs of sorrows

Childhood was never intended to last forever
But those few years
Replaced with fear, force and fury
The little ones made no request for golden palace
All they wanted was freedom to play

Your children know and own pleasant places
For God’s sake
This little ones just want to carry their own faces
Not ended dreams
With a few words from your decisions made
Why play safe with words like ‘purge’
Committing atrocities
The devil would disclaim

Storming a mother’s yard
You call that intention for peace
My crys for that little breath you seize

You enjoyed a childhood
And inflict pain on that very same hood
Don’t you listen carefully
The tiny voices calling you an abomination to humanity
Robbing them off that little space to existence

What is consciousness to your being
Deprived basic amenities was not enough
As you also decided to make a mother loss a few
To make a nation thrive on what? Blood of innocent and harmless foetus

Thud! Thud! Thud Thud!
Please make that sound end
Thousand cauldron of sweet children’s blood
Discrepancies one too many
Would the blood bath go away
With aggravated mother’s asking
Which piece of you she chop off
In memories of their babies

Can you hear the laughter you muted
The multiple lives you refuted
My wishes for the few you spared
Don’t take them all away from us
Their laughter defines peace
Their presence encourages serenity
Mama nature wipes
As your sins pile up
Just brace up for her wipe

#Celonarants ™

© 2015 CelonaCharles

STEADY GROWTH

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*STEADY GROWTH*

I am making a report on me
Similar to the ones at school
And Straight away
It’s plain to see
I am close to breaking every rules

They said
“you must try harder”
And”could do it better”,too,
Then”shouldn’t talk so much”
And “pay attention-do”

Well,now those are far away
Seemingly looking dead
But still my faults may appear
I try so hard to concentrate though
Improving day by day
year by year

So,in that end of year report
Beyond the last great test
I hope the Master’s comments read
“Well done!”
“You did your best”
For sure I know
Swift Instant leap;
slow reason feebly climbs..

#Celonarants!!

*copyright* 2016 @celonacharles

STUPIDITY OVER REHEARSED INTELLIGENCE #poetry

“By far the greatest danger of Artificial Intelligence is that people conclude too early that they understand it.”  ― Eliezer Yudkowsky

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FEMI KUTI #VisualsByCharles

Shelter tagged “House of Holy”
Shelve full of guru books
Rabi’s theology too
Home alter with melted wax and prayer beads
Even lotus legs, mantras and burnt incense
What is it that I really want?
Would this intense inbreeding bring God?
Or truth?
Repair to man’s broken state?

Has God gone so unavailable?
that I must obsessively perform all this rituals?
Does it not make you weary?

Has religion gotten to the point where it takes the peace away?
Should I auto transform into that which you preach?
Would this daily ritual be the reason I carry a positive spirit?
one that should enrich the next man?
Must I think like you to have a solid ground?
Would you ease all the pain if I “just follow you”?
Can your leash lead me to the gates my spirit long for
‘Cos it’s making me feel isolated at this very point in time.

This does not feel like fun as usual
I got smart because I had to
Religion made me seem fake and sick at the same time
Making my produce seem substandard
and that isn’t the me I even envision

As you teach power in humility
and Joy in meekness
but your actions that of a hustler.
I AM TIRED!

I was given one mind, soul and spirit
Just like you
But you spotted faults in mine
which auto makes you the leader and I the follower

But I just long for a “good friend”
and not a spiritual godfather

I wish I had a gentle companion
not a holy commander
As I long to be sane but also a practitioner of goodness
I would never wish for this cage of “big gains”
I long to be stupid and make the little mistakes
that leads me to the very steps of rich human values
I might make mistakes yeah!
but surely ones that make my growth a safe one
not compulsorily a sane one

What happens if death brings your empire to a premature collapse
for you are human as well
and nothing special is assured
good people die too
more often than the “bad” ones
See me not a practitioner of bad vibes
only just a truth monger

What answers should be then given to an ever expectant audience?

Weary grow I with your perfect control
Which leads to an ocean full of huge Can’ts
and a platform of a hidden and wrathful God
Makes me even more rebellious
For all I want is to be lead the path of a loving Father and friend

I am in search of a new reality
but not a new identity nor ideology
reason I let go of this man-made avenues to God
As I discovered our creator is all around me
Within me
in you too when you let go of the hold of religion

I want to be down to earth
Not filled with the aura of feeling too special like you taught
I let go of all rehearsed intelligent
and officially embracing stupidity
If within it lies; the way, the truth and life.
I can’t lose God my friend
for everything He created represents him in a way.
We just have to learn how to connect
His glory is always somewhere waiting to reach me and you.

…WATCH OUT FOR #TheDissident

#Celonarants!!