Sunday, 2 July 2017

Honest Poetry (Words That Pound).

Poetry requires clarity in expression.There are poets who write with a fictitious voice but the most profound works have been by poets who wrote their minds honestly.
 Could it be because they write of the things society feels comfortable sweeping under its rugs?
Below are some of the poetesses whose works I have been honoured to be acquainted with who I believe write with honesty ringing in their words.



    1.  Emily Dickinson


Born in 1830 some of her works allude to that time but most of it transcends time. It casts a light on timeless conflict with Self, Time, Love, Nature among her many themes.
 When a writer is not afraid to marry their souls to their work, their writing is  lent  timelessness. Her seclusion and solitude probably drove her to write out her mind honestly. 
“Real

I like a look of agony,
Because I know it ’s true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.
The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.
______________________”

Excerpt From: Emily Dickinson. “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson.”
   2.  Maya Angelou


Maya Angelou might be the voice of the ordinary black American who felt stifled in racial America. She wrote of anger, the pain and the struggle of being a black woman in that age and afterwards showed through her work how one was to overcome the challenge and empower ones self.
Known as a social activist in her day, her words can jolt you out of your comfort zone.
“In a Time


 In a time of secret wooing
Today prepares tomorrow's ruin
Left knows not what right is doing
My heart is torn asunder.
In a time of furtive sighs
Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes
Half-truths told and entire lies
My conscience echoes thunder.
In a time when kingdoms come
Joy is brief as summer's fun
Happiness its race has run
Then pain stalks in to plunder.”

Excerpt From: Maya Angelou. “The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou.”





       A lecturer and an acclaimed African poetess,her poetry speaks of the Ugandan  political struggle and the challenges of growing up as a woman in Uganda.Her work is factual and emotional at the same time.She paints the Amin era and the terrors of the time,the Museveni rule and all is challenges in an honest voice.
Eloquently written most of her poems resound with words most writers would rather hide in metaphors.

      I am Tired Of Talking In Metaphors

I will talk plainly
Because I am moved to abandon riddles.
I will tell you of how we held our heads
In our hands
Because the owl hooted all night
And the dogs howled as if in mourning:
We awaited bad news
We received it
Our mother blinded in one eye
Crippled in the right leg
Because she did not vote
Her husband's candidate.


I will remind you
Of the time the peeled plantains
Stood upright in the cooking pot
We slaughtered a cock
Anticipating an important visitor
We got her:
Our daughter - pieces of flesh in a sack -
Our present from her husband.


No, I will not use images
I will just talk to you:
I do not fight to take your place
Or constantly wave my fist in your face.


I refuse to argue about
Your "manly pact"
With my father -
Buying me for a bag of potatoes and pepper.


All I want
Is to stop denying Me
My presence needs no metaphors,
I am here
Just as you are.
I am not a machine
For you to dismantle whenever you whim
I demand for my human dignity.





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Excerpt From: Susan Kiguli. “The African Saga”



  4.  Rupi Kaur



An activist and artist, Rupi stays her self in her words. Her poetry is no bakery  so you cant expect any sugar coating. In an age of mimicry her poetry  is fresh breath to a reader.

“the next time he
points out the
hair on your legs is
growing back remind
that boy your body
is not his home
he is a guest
warn him to
never out step
his welcome
again”

Excerpt From: Rupi Kaur. “Milk and Honey.”



Friday, 30 June 2017

If this is my last day.


If this is my last day
shouldn't I be out of my house
letting my skin absorb its last ray? 

Tell me what would be worse
strolling about in meadows green
or an hour long session with a life nurse? 

If today is the last am seen
I'd love to touch your core
with a teary sorry for when I was mean

Oh like a lioness I'd love to roar
so the whole world drowns in my song
for you of me to have more

And in death's stare, you who has done me wrong
are a speck of sand in the desert
a minority i majored in, a crowd i could never belong

And maybe am someones brat
but if this is my last day
I'd love to dole out the gold in me to a church rat
as I let my skin absorb its last ray. 

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

ImPerfections

Ebony
They cry "beautiful, beautiful”
And I cringe
Grateful for myopia
As I tighten my turban
Who dare calls a thing so imperfect
Beautiful?

O Woman.

Amazing Shots



An abyss of peace
Is the mirror to your soul
O woman

Hunch backed
Or fully curved

Your presence
Is unto itself, peace


Serenade peace
Swarm us
As we pluck strings
Of our modern harps
O woman

Hearts
Leaping with joy
Tears
In pride we cry

woman
Your presence
Is
A coat of sugar
When calm sets foot
A coat of mail
When war rages
Unhinging our doors

O woman
Our destinies
You shape.
Mightily gentle
You serenade peace
O Woman. 

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

How I Transitioned to Natural Hair In 8 months.

Natural hair is a second job. That said, would I be gung ho about transitioning had I known this?
Hell yeah.

My natural hair journey started when my scalp got singed. Now am not here to narrate the gory days of relaxed hair but after the unfortunate event, I decided to go back to my roots. How,is the question.

These are some of  the habits that got ingrained in me the moment I decided to let my hair defy gravity.

·      Determined to never go back creamy crack
I made a promise to my then quite brown hair(I had started washing it from home) that I would NEVER relax it again.Joining Natural hair communities on line helped in thickening my resolve to stay true to my roots. 
When I stopped using relaxers.

·      Got more Hands on
I decided to wash, condition and mask my hair personally. This helped me to get to know the porosity of my hair, what product worked for it and what didn’t work.I have nothing against saloons because when I need to get a protective style in, they are my go to.
·      Got scissor happy.
When you are transitioning to natural hair (as you are), your natural roots begin taking length and the old sick hair that’s not breaking off well may need a little help falling off.
I used to snip away an inch  a month for the 8 months till my head had a full natural fro.
·      Kept off Heat.
Heat can seem friendly when you can’t get a comb through your thickness, get your spray bottle, moisturise do everything you have to do but stay away from the heat. Most saloons here don’t even know what heat protectant is, all their customers have relaxed hair.
Take care of that mane, don’t expose it to heat. 


·      Hair Typing? Nah
Every Naturalista I know emphasises ‘knowing your hair type’. Whether its 3c or 4c hair comes with different curl patterns, porosity and confusing texture.Truth is hair is as different as ABC. Take care of it knowing its still unique however much you might share characteristics in the 'type' you think you belong to.
I borrow hair tips from 4b and 4c and stopped deluding myself from ‘stereotyping’ my hair. It is what it is. Know your hair,you can think about the hair type later.
At 7 months.

·      Moisturise.
My hair is is coily and this helps it breakage easily if it gets really dry. That’s something I learnt around the sixth month. The spritz bottle became my friend. I still water this fro and make sure its anything but dry.
Protective Styling.
The first few months when my hair was a blazing brown glory made me keep it in braids and twists. This helped in pulling up fresh roots and quick growth.This habit still helps even now that
Braids at 6 months.

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