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

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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

Weevils

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?