Sunday, June 24, 2018

Plastic Smiles

Insincere politeness
and pretentiousness
And "how fair thees"
and ""very well, see"
hidden under plastic smiles
Gloves velvet
Is that you
Ready to pounce
With a smile
on your face?

What a disgrace

© Bonyo Buogha 2016

Monday, August 14, 2017

Recipes for Emotional Intelligence

Does the so-called superior
understand the so-called inferior
Or does blind perception
Trick the mind
to submit
to prejudice
Thus allows not
unbiased insight?

Monday, December 12, 2016

Shame on You, Death

Death you have no shame
You take as you please
And don't even ask
What we think
Or of the dreams
that we shared
You don't care
What we planned
to do together
This month
You just show up
And take
And steal
our loved ones
Shame on you death
Shame on you
For taking such young souls
With their dreams and their goals
With big hearts, and pure love
Shame on you for not asking us
What we thought
Whether we were ready to let them go
Shame on you for lack of manners
Shame on you for not showing yourself
And preparing us for such loss
Shame on you for the underhand fight
Shame on you, death

Rest in Peace, Arnold. Nind gi kwee baba.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

African She-Warrior

She's my warrior, a tough one
She has taken bullets
And even bigger hits
And still she stands
Strong, firm
Shaken, scared
But unmoved
Bless you my African Woman
Bless you child
In my lens
You are much more 
Than you can see
Or imagine

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Full Circle

It all comes back
Haunting, daunting
Tugging, pulling
Screaming, shouting
into your mind
The hour glass
a loud reminder
One grain ticks
the other tocks
And you realize
you cannot hide
From your inner vision

your deep conviction

© Bonyo Buogha 2016

Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Smoke-Chasers' Generation

Friendship is now officially online
Don't call or visit, drop a Facebook line

The years are shorter, moving too fast
Yet we spend most of it browsing iPads

We have lost connection to the real world
Chasing vanity, the life of celebrities

No longer talking face-to-face
Instead 24/7 Instagram, what a disgrace

We're quick to show off our "dope" lives
Yet can't articulate what our purpose is about

It's all smoke we're chasing, all emptiness
With no contentedness, only regret

How much longer will we live this way
Before we internally fully decay? 

© Bonyo Buogha 2016

Thursday, February 11, 2016


I don't care much for weevils nowadays. I come across them in my flour when I'm settling to prepare my morning porridge, and go right ahead and pour them into the mix. See, you need to know where I am coming from: for the most part of my life weevils were a bother, a huge distraction. I could not stand weevils; seeing the tiny black things in my flour would put me off and I would get rid of the whole package. Not anymore.

See, I have grown over the years. I am more mature now, and better at discerning what is a deal-breaker and what is not. Weevils, which were too big a deal, are now too insignificant to elicit a shrug - they have actually turned into part of my food nutrient! You will need something bigger to stop me from having porridge, not weevil infestation. You will need something even bigger to stop me from chasing my dreams.

Are the same things that stopped you ten years ago the same things that are stopping you now? Are you suffering, a victim of the same recurrent problem? Or are you growing, maturing and becoming bigger - way beyond, and playing with bigger problems?

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Standing Still, No Life

Standing still
Unmoved sands, no time
Life's passenger
Unsteered wheel, no drive
Head churns
Unprovoked ideas, no mind
Heart beats
Unbleeding soul, no life

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Remembering, Always

I remember the scent of flower petals
filling the room
I remember ear-to-ear smiles
all joy, no gloom
I remember closed-eye laughter
that cannot be controlled
I remember your soft touch
electrifyingly smooth
I remember deep pains
and even greater joys
I still remember,
and live
A love

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Love is what we need

Love, that is all. Only four letters, consuming the planet's four corners. It is what we all search for, knowingly or not. It is the big empty hole that lead others to kill, because they do not have it and are suffering. It is the thing we confuse for recognition and status. And work our butts off two thirds of our lives to achieve, only to realize that we would rather have been a child - building friendships and a wholesome experience of life, and not smoke screens. When we realize that we are eternal, and bigger than the car and house and all these things. That we are not slaves to them, and that they are there for us to merely use and enjoy. But they do not define who we are. If we allow them to define us, then we will be forever empty: forever searching for the "next thing"; there will always be a next best car, next best phone, next best house design. Does that mean you're searching for a next best you? It is like changing the design of a tall structure as you go along, and not obeying the very capable foundation that was made for it. And piling it with floor after floor of weak material and unnecessaries. The building will lack integrity, and will be unstable and ready to collapse at the smallest shock. However, when you follow the design for which it was built, the house is whole and complete. Do you know what you were built for? Follow it. Pursue it to the death; run after it with that last breath you have, even after the sprint of life has exhausted you and you are out of breath. Use your reserves: you always have that in you. And remember the greatest message ever left to us while at it: Love one another, as you love yourself.