Trouble Start

You ever realise that wherever you go it always have a confusion maker – a Mr. or Mrs. ‘Mauvais Langue’ You tell dem something for dey own good and dey run back an’ tell – ASS! You see how ting does start. Dem kind dar does twis’ roun’ everything an’ see an’ hear conveniently Yes […]

Rhythm and other poems

RHYTHM Feet Shuffling, Drums beating. The movement is fast, And the body gyrates While the heart pounds. It is an African rhythm that moves you. The spirit of the drum has captured your soul, And it is this soul that moves you. In time. Always in time. It makes your body jump And your waist […]