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The African

I am African. Yes I said African, where we have people of mixed colors Where the only time you hear the sound of laughters is at the beer parlors, Where the elders discuss their misfortunes, while the clock ticks Watching documentaries of how the western world is making effort to heal the sicks Yes the Africa you will find healthy strong dull minded elders Running around the greedy educated and crafty leaders Yes, I am African, where coronavirus is nothing but political numbers Used by those fancy dressed people, we call parliament members Who know nothing about hunger and the high cost of getting vaccinated But are quick to appear on TV shows and radios wanting to be reelected So they can address the unpaid salaries of the striking doctors That have refused to treat the chronic stomach ulcers of raving professors Yes, I am African, not the Africa that has classrooms with chairs No, not that one. The Africa where the children still go to schools with unkempt hairs Where the classrooms ...
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The Feeling of You

The Feeling of You I am in tears my love, for your love burns inside of me Tears of joy, knowing how much you love me Smiling at every word, as I think of you, reading our conversations My heart is teary longing for you to be near me like a fairy queen With your love crawling all over my body making me shiver with a smile, I know one day I will hold you in this itchy arms of mine Looking into those kind warm eyes, filled with inspirational memories Holding you tight, telling you how truly grateful I am to be loved by you Eggy Jonson Lomé, Togo 9/01/2022 17:39pm
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Death

 Death It's been two days now, since I have been searching for you, oh Death; I have asked everyone around, but no one seems to know the direction you went; Oh Death! Where could you possibly be hiding? Why have you left me in such heartache, whining? I went to the poison store in search of you, but it was too rowdy And the smell of the concoction there, made my brain too cloudy Oh Death, how do you manage to sell your mixtures to these loners-: And why should I even be among their mourners - : Oh Death, where are you? When I saw you at the bathtub in a bloody feast¡ Water flowing, the shining razor pressed hard on your victim's wrist¡ Then you told me not to fear, that it was painless¿ But when I held the penknife against my wrist, it felt easy and pointless¿ The warm water went cold, and all I heard was the tap dripping** Waking memories of her and the world we didn't know was skipping ** Breaking up the love we both shared when we took those vows~ Promises we made to st...
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The daily fight

I fought my demons today, And I didn't win, but I know It gave me strength to prepare  For the fight tomorrow, which I must win, to stay relevant and alive Eggy jonson
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Open Your Heart to Happiness

What gift is greater than the gift of life? Cheap but expensive to maintain to be happy, What warms the heart better than a smile? In the midst of the chaos and worldly strife And who else out there feels that segregation is crappy? That our leaders and preachers are just too guile What still blinds your eyes to not see the beauty of my color? Even though you love and admire the skillfulness of my words Of what joy or peace does your hatred for my skin give to your heart? When all skin, brown, white and black, can still get versicolor What makes it so hard to do away with the discriminative race swords? That keeps two capable lovers hidden and apart. A lot of people have  died not truly loving Some never felt the joy to have a soulmate Love that was meant to be given, thus wasted How much longer should we keep pretending? Why does your heart still discriminate? Against something beautiful that you never created. LOVE. Eggy Jonson 29/12/2021 Lomé, Togo
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The Death of Garage Snail

Garage Snail or Le Garage as he was popularly called by all inmates of Cell nine, was a stout, thick middle aged man. In all of his great stories that he told of his luxury exploration of life, he never mentioned his age, that was one of his many ways to gain loyalty and respect from everyone in the cell, even the older men with gray hairs. When I first got inside the cell as a new inmate, I was nervous and to tell you the truth, I was sick for a week. I never for once thought to myself to be confined in a four by four concrete casted room with iron bars and no windows, no fans.. When I counted the bars out of boredom, they were twelve pieces, 4inches apart and if I am not mistaken, as I am not so good with measurements, they were about 8feet high, as thick as a newborn baby's arms. And I know this because each time I held the bars, like most prisoners do while waiting for their names to be called when waiting for a visitor or waiting for their turn to be called out to go to the co...
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The Curse

The curse   I have always been alone all my life With hardship playing me like a fife While I dance round ideas on how to survive Learning daily to conquer fear so I can thrive  I have always had love, from a distance  With no joy or peace in all my years of existence  A bit of comfort is what I need for resistance  Against unhealthy thoughts that are persistence  For years I cried myself to sleep  As my angry emotions run deep  Through my body, seeing and listening to cheap  Comments from people who never sow but only reap  Another Christmas alone with myself,  Trapped in my mind like I am locked in a hellish cells With no happy memories in my shelf,  Only the sounds of music ringing in my head like the church bells Mother nature has placed a hard curse on me So I sit at the beach, looking through the raging sea Wondering when this storm will finally calm so I can be free From this loneliness in my body sucking my joy lik...
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