Song of my Indian Flute.

Look how exotically God mixed her spices
in no hurry, he blended curry and coriander leaves
with fresh Basmati rices and look what He achieved:
this insatiable flavour both savoury and sweet
honey marinated meat, tender and tingling to the lips
look how He mastered the sway of her hips
like hills and valleys for me to explore
but that wasnt His grande finale, oh no, there's more
you wont believe what magic her hands can do when they begin
it's like they're wrapped in silk
like God poured jugs full of coconut milk into her skin
cos her hugs wipe away every hurtful blemish and sin
and when she dances
she's got every warrior making bold advances
see when God made her, He gave her a smile to end wars
like a fountain of youth, it heals lost time and mends sores
her tears flow from a mountain of juice,
writing lemon flavoured poems across her cheek
so to hear her speak, i must confess, makes my knees weak
and when she stands before me in full bloom
i cant help thinking of a crystal moon
a real wonder, a miracle
there's no words to describe the spell i feel under
because her deepest beauty is spiritual
see, her masterpiece is her heart
you can tell this is where God chose to start
for all else about her is as resplendant and regal
she is indeed a living angel among people.

In case i dont get to play you my song
know that i love you as the day is long
and you would know this if you'd heard my unhindered lyrics
that boast of kindred spirits and eternal flames
our souls are one and the same
for when, by some infernal shame,
my own perished, your ghost lingered near it
and I became whole again
so in case you dont ever hear me play
know that my love is here to stay
today and everyday.


For my Queen Bee, Ishta N Kutesa and other names: You make me feel like dancing! You're an angel.

Channel Surfing in the diaspora (vol. III)

I hardly ever check the weather
but at least it brings us together
when it rains,
it's supposed to wash away our pains
forever rid us of our childhood stains;
it's time to grow.

All of a sudden
the great safari lands are flooding
Presidents shake hands then do nothing
no one understands;
it's time to grow.

Pharrell's got such tiny eyes
shake your ass, girl, sell their lies
why change the world when you can spread your thighs?
no stones are hurled at my glass house when i hypocriticise;
it's time to grow.

They say there'll be space travel soon
so while refugees starve,
we'll carve faces into gravel on the moon
don't say "refugees", they're people, if you please,
and F.U. "G"'s and F.U. too
no, God bless U2
and Bob, we miss you,
yes, Buffalo Soldier, we miss you
chip on my shoulder but no real issue
wish i was older;
it's time to grow.

It's time to switch off this world of fake pretend
there's no such thing as anonymity
when in close proximity of the end
you're the enemy when there is no friend
it's time, i know that times are strange,
it's time to grow, it's time for change.

Signal flares

Much like the seas, I'm stirred
i gave my word to be in love
to fall in love, I'd have preferred
that Cupid heard my prayers from above
and peeled back layers unrefined
lost in time are words I feel
i'm unreal and going blind
unwinding stairs of steel
that stole my signal flares
i still go there into that hole
though my soul be short of cares
i prepare to fill that role
that hill of coal and tears
where fears are lost into the night
frost gathers spite before it clears
at what cost do we hear the right?
so not tonight, i say goodbye
and try to stay at home
for there are but two ways to die
and i will not die alone.