Sunday, May 26, 2019


The dots can truly
only be connected backwards
But in the present
we have the chance
to create them
as we follow our instinct
and trace the path

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Regrets, Words Unsaid

The most painful words
are the ones left unsaid
The ones we whisper
to someone in their grave
Settled, silent, unresponsive
And we regret
the times we bit our tongue
and kept the words in
knowing that we should have
help back our pride
and simply said
I love you

Bonyo Buogha 2018

Scars & Life

No need crying
over spilt milk they said
Try burying
your head in the sand
they cried
No need to bleed
when you've been cut
they felt
No need filling
plucked tooth space
they chimed

See, many see, but few feel
Many talk, few have walked
Many die, few have lived
to the edge & experienced
the pain and scars
of fighting
their biggest enemy 

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?