The answer is 42 But I don’t know what the question is I have asked the the ones flirting with insanity And the ones far from the border line crazy I have asked the young and the old And the one’s whose stories aren’t told The answer is 42 But I have no idea what […]
Author: Lukman
We seek happiness But sorrow seeks us too We seek love But sometimes, hatred gets the better of us We seek truth But lies won’t seize from the mouth of the trustworthy We seek trust BUt betrayal is somewhere in sight We seek justice But we are fed with only an abridged version of it
In the beginning was the word and the word was without a machete or sword/ But when we read still slices our hearts through our cords like a convict on his knees calling on his lord/ Whereas, happiness is not given as a constant in the mathematical equation of existence/ Whereas, tears is not inversely
There comes a time when flowers lose petals A time when the sun makes way for the moon to reign A time when babies become like those who birth them A time for welcome smiles and goodbye hugs Dr Hakim The time has for you for us to pour out our hearts to you.. And
In as much as I detest Candy Crush requests I will accept. . . But You sending me a challenge of the ice bucket Makes me wonder if you not suffering from Fracture of the eye socket/ The truth is, from the on set, I knew you would stray from the main goal The moment
My friends. . .my well wishers. . .I have been nominated for the Future African Awards in the Excellence in Public Service category. This is a huge mile stone for me and my team at the African Union Commission and the GIZ-AU office. Whether I win it or not is not the question but the fact that
I see you with hands in chin/ In thoughts deeper than wells of Beijing/ I see you constantly run your fingers through your hair, like you now live in a world whose problems you no longer can bear/ I hear you deep sighing/ Shaking your head and clapping your hands. . .well I know what
A samurai with two swords A poet with mean words A prisoner with freedom thoughts A King and his subjects A queen and her maidens A student of knowledge A pregnant nun All searching for the reality beyond time and space Have you ever wondered why Oliver asked for more? Or why you are never
Remember when our Relationship was like the game of Tennis/ When love meant nothing When every hello or hi said was enough When I never cared if you had a cold or cough And when you were so comfortable calling the bluff Remember the days you will pass me by like you never cared/ And
Like an alcoholic confessing his sins to a toilet bowl I’m ready to let it all out And Run my mouth like Mohammed Ali would run commentary for the Super bowl And Be rest assured that Truth will be told Be it in the scorching afternoon on the streets of UTANGA Or on Obudu mountain’s