On Love – Kahlil Gibran
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
If I were a flavour I would be… banana flavour!
Smooth and mellow,
Bright and yellow,
Aren’t I like sunshine?
Soft and supple,
I’d melt on your tongue,
Fill you with sweetness,
Cheer you up real good,
Oh yes I would.
Did you know;
Bananas are rich in serotonin, the body’s natural cheering hormone. Eat loads of them and well, like I said… cheer you up real good.
I love poetry, and every now and then I’m seized by some Shakespearean winds (I wish!) and I’ll grab my pen and make a creation or two. Here’s something I shared with some facebook friends some months back. I wrote it with the Kampala Walk To Work demonstrations in mind but for some reason my sister thought it had something to do with her, and a friend said it made her reflect on herself. I thought that interesting. That’s the beauty of art I guess, everyone relates to it their way. Feel free to share your thoughts on this one.
White Flag Of Truce
Will you bow your head in shame,
Will you hold your head in your hands,
Will you break down and cry?Will you eat humble pie,
Will you eat your own words,
Will you take them back?Will you punch the air in victory,
Will your eyes blaze with glory,
Will you gloat and hound,
Will you stand your ground?Will you tuck your tail and hide,
Will you turn around and run,
Will you wave the white flag of truce?