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The trouble with the black race is fear Fear of the unknown most often sways them Like leaves ruffled by the wind during a storm
We need to sow love and build an esteem so lofty Standing by one another and loving selves is a call To be obeyed by all who share in this wonderful colour
The black race yes went into slavery and colonialism That alone does not qualify to make us mean It does not strangulate our freedom to love ourselves
Hatred for fellow man is callous and idiotic Love and a gentle smile even when we feel hurt Makes hearts melt down like ice or snow storms
Even those whose very intentions were to hurt us Will bow to our new stratagem and become friends Standing together as a block makes us much stronger
Strength makes us respected and held high by others It is time we gun down fear thereby killing jealousy If we cease being jealous and become cooperative
Then and only then our kindred shall no longer wallow In the pits of misery and poverty and regarded as beggars Wow together we can collectively smile waving bye bye
To low economic standards and miserable lives Joining the train of development that eloped us Leaving us lacking behind while other skidded far off ahead
Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and Writer Done today, 21st of July 2009
African leaders or African clowns in the name of Presidents pass around Looking pompous and full of authority that lacks substance Should be learning from this new bread of Leadership Coming from Obama, the African-American who sees The problems of Africa pegged to bad governance and Poor leadership bedeviled by greed, nepotism and a passion For power that had held them glued to the helm of power Today we have heard the glowing tributes paid to Africa Showered by someone with African roots, Obama has come To present a Lecture to some quacks who pass for leaders Leaders who erroneously believe that they have become the state Enacting laws and changing constitutions that have become obscured Making the so-called National Assemblies rubber stamps Filled by Alleluia song praising moguls whose only interest is their tummies Calling for a change of attitude and mentality was clarion That came from where African struggle for Independence began At the National Assembly with elected parliamentarians who are embodied To the core of their hearts the supreme nature of their constitution which they Were voted to defend and stand for at all times so that it is not raped by Reckless political minded leaders whose version of today and tomorrow Has been forfeited and mortgaged, so that only ruins of today shall stand Struggling heavily with tears for this is the real picture of Africa Painted with words so loaded with meaning having hopes that the Message of renewal went through and made sense to these seat tight leaders Africans and Africa are badly in need of leaders who can be presented as Good examples to those they lead so as to become Exemplary in their thoughts and actions through out their Stay in power so that their names remain enshrined in letters of gold Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today, 13th of July 2009 __._,_.___
Today we are saddened by this breaking news of pain Oh pain where have you come from so abruptly Sweeping off guard our living legend, Michael Jackson Passing on when we still expected very much From his lyrics and creative mind that battered Shattered and tattered all barriers on race Making his gene of music a folklore for ages Loved and admired by all races and all ages The Pop King had made a name and we fondly Recollect songs like We are the world and The Trailer that became a top shot in all Musical charts the world over giving him Credit and scandals that often were cooked up In order to swindle his money with exorbitant Court charges all aimed at crucifying Jackson His crime most often being of the black stock A race some whites still believe should be paupers Begging and living at their mercy or made to rot in jail Michael Jackson it is believed that it is not the day On which you were born that is so wonderful to remember Rather it is the day you die because pain, disease and fear Get nailed forever making the death to be at rest Alas Michael Jackson we can only say adieu Thanks so very much for all the wonderful songs You composed and made into lyrics and rhythm For music consumers to absorb with delight Our dancing shoes still figure out where they were last used to stand up to the beating, lyrics and wordings Pouring out from your very captivating Cd's blasting the waves We shall forever remember you for such great hits and successes You became a phenomenon and we loved every new release Churned out from your musical recording studio Your fans are missing you and with tears say thanks so much Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today at 10:10am (C)Copyrighted
Life is a mixture of good stuff and garbage It is left on you to select the good from the bad stuff Left alone to grunt if you have chosen the wrong piece Peace deludes you the moment it was the wrong piece Giving you garbage to fiddle with instead of the good stuff That you intended could give you some peace and quite How you go selecting most often is confused by the crowd Pretending that they care and have your choice at heart Shun them for they are thieves and wolves only coming most Often to push you to the gutter of misery and pain when You could have made the right choice provided you did it alone However we are called upon to accept life’s verdict as our doom For often times we are left helpless and Hobson’s choice becomes ours When certitude flees and only fears crown our minds It calls for moments when we are left with only God as our Refuge and hide out so that we can find solace once more Waged between the blue sea and the devil we must find our compass Jesus Christ holds that the word of God is our compass in such moments We are left at all times with options and choices Choosing has always been ours since creation It was because of democracy that sin came to the world Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today 29th of June 2009-06-29 Copyrighted
Jacko rest in peace for you had played your role Making entertainment become something extra Bravo you were a living legend that saw life cheated By death at a moment where you were about making A historical come back never witnessed in show biz Today we fondly remember your musical blurbs Written aimed at charming hearts and turning heads You won friends as well as enemies during your life time Living in this world of passion and compassion mingled with Suspicion and hatred for one and each stemming from fear Jealousy being the sheer devil that had bedevilled our world Generating other fellow devils that have made lives so challenging Jacko you made millions which vamoosed into thin air ‘cause of greedy Shylocks whose interest was to see you become a pauper Being the greatest fighter that your mum conceived and laboured for You stood your grounds and made it out though with a sigh of relief Only to be denied another opportunity to shine after your demise From the public eye denying your audience and fans any new release Huh that you were planning and working untiringly to release during your London Jacko comes back musical tour that never was Shit how I wish Michael Jackson could have lived to see this day? However adieu Jacko for your songs and concern for the poorest Of the poor remains an everlasting pillar that you left behind Your album dubbed “We are the world, we are its people” That became a turning tone for world Radios shows How much concern you had for the Ethiopians who by The 80’s had a fierce battle with famine and your Sales became their source of hope in their moment of hopelessness Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today 17.32GMT
Today some Gabonese are weeping while a vast majority are smiling For the thief of time and state wealth for self aggrandisement is gone Gone to rot and be food for the worms that went into a frenzy when That famous announcement came to their knowledge last Saturday Though strongly denied by the Prime time announcer called Prime Minister of Gabon; that voiceless one whose only duty was being a Yes man to an old autocrat who saw nothing wrong in hanging to power Power had since demanded that he be asked to leave or be left So he got power leaving him at last in a Spanish Hospital So sad that his government though one of the wealthiest In Sub Saharan Africa could not boast of having a decent Hospital where their thief called head of state could be treated Shame to him that he left a ruined Country on his dieing days Today Omar Bongo meets his nemeses as he goes to meet his Doom even in his ceramic tomb without guards and gendarmes No more car ridding with Sarkosy the liar who secretly sent French Paratroopers to Gabon to make succession a palace affair Paving the way for Bongo's son to succeed the Togolese way The people's will have always resisted and the time has come Subjugation, slavery and torture from these thieves Backed by the US, France and Britain Africans should petition the blind UN to at least see into their plight For Africans to be truly allowed to govern themselves without Any foreign intervention either from France, Britain nor America If truly there is that pretence that Africa should progress and become Much stronger than it has been for ages since colonisation Then something should be done and done pretty fast Ndim Bernard Ngouche Poet and writer Done today, 13th of June 2009
Blessing be happy for your father lives on
On God's bossom he is resting after all his toil
All his love and devotion came your way
Guaranteeing that you become the great tall
Woman mentally that you turned out to be
Towering above others not because you
Are the most brilliant rather because God's
Abundant grace and mercy is upon you
Yes your father passed on and tears flowed
In torrents like run offs after a heavy storm
Wetting those cheeks and making you to
Ponder with a heavy heart wondering with
Whom shall you be chatting so much of your past
Being affectionately called Yeikiama and nawum
I still feel that vacuum in your heart, please relax
Take a look at the cross and remember that Jesus Christ
Battered death with a crushing defeat when he resurrected
Putting to shame Satan and all his legion of agents
You shall be re-united with your dad someday for sure
Meeting face to face and eyeball to eyeball
Thanking God and rejoicing in his splendid presence
Ndim Bernard Ngouche
Poet and writer
Done today, 9th of June,2009
Adieu Father John Kubouh to eternal rest You had worked and left your behind fruits Those you taught shall forever remember that Once upon a time was Rev. Father John Kubouh Who acted as Principal of Bishop Rogan College Training men to be armed with knowledge and the Fear of God enshrined in their hearts above all You were so humble and gentle in your ways Today God had called you home to be at his bosom Those who knew you so closely are still in a shock Asking what went wrong and why so soon? Yes human nature will always warrant us to Seemingly often question God for taking home One of ours to rest eternally in his bosom Your passing away is a lesson and a clarion call Reawakening humanity to accept death not as penalty Rather taking it as a means of leaving this world of pain Your days here as a sojourner has come to a halt With heavy hearts and tears in our cheeks we say Adieu and have a safe journey as you return to dust Awaiting that glorious day when God shall Judge Both the living and the dead to award crowns to those Who were worthy of the calling and living lives that were Christ like and merit honour and appreciation Condemning those whose lives were sin filled Who passed their days re-crucifying God By every act and action that they got involved in. Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today, 4th of May 2009 (C) Copyrighted 2009
So why the cry seems to be the question? Hanging on my lips after watching today's Youth go on a rampage call life Putting every line of reason to nought Believing that they have a life to leave Rather than a life to live and leave with age Callousness and emptiness is all they have Clearly designed and drawn in their minds Like architectural master pieces designed for The master, so as to make a difference in their structure When that illusive life falls like a pack of cards Crumbling, then only tears begin to swell like the banks of A river after a heavy flood pushing away all debris Tears that come kissing their cheeks and wetting trousers Staining garments and soaking skirts as a result of headiness Being headstrong is always initially so succulent and cool Yet the results are never so sweet nor admirable The lamentation is what should not come for they Lived in illusion and thought that not making hay was hectic Running amok with everything that came their way Living reckless lives that have no value for life Ndim Bernard Nguoche Poet and writer Done today 29th of April 2009 (C) Copyrighted 2009
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