Mixed Bag

Touch my heart Let me melt into your arms Am a singer bird waiting for someone to listen to my sweet melodies Chirp chirp chirp my lyrics go And sweet they sound in the ears of the one who loves me Soften your hands Then I can feel your touch better Allow me in Then enjoy my rhythm The sweetness which is reserved for you For you and you alone Wise Makafui Afun

Let not rage relieve peace off her duty That is the mood of a woman when another takes away her beauty For what is left a shine on the face of iron when it gets rusty So don't see someone's honouring event as your party Don't especially with impunity That's no pay for a person's ingenuity It's evil coveting someone else's ideas your property Plagiarism destroys creativity It is honour stripping activity Dip your mind into the well of creation and draw out the complexity Then understand how it is to create And appreciate how plagiarism makes creativity emaciate Like a mother hurts when her child is in pain A creator feels when his efforts are being rendered a vain Credit he who credit is due And earn honour for your own efforts too Wise Makafui Afun

Let my hands still hold on You oh keeper of my soul. My dreams hang around You but my will seems sold. My heart is heavy for i'm reaping the setback I've sowed. Please invigorate my being once again to lift up my soul. For the battle is still and the reward is that crown of old. How then lose I a portion I have for long wanted to behold. Give me assistance anew oh loving Father. Be it me among your children once again when there's a gather. Oh mercy my Maker! Let my prayer prompt peace within me. For my heart war against my mind. And fleshly desires being the mastermind. If my crave for You can't win me your presence, Consider the blood because it cannot lose it's essence. For am he who was bought with the ever valuable blood. In it am forever clad. Wise Makafui Afun

It is the difficulties of life that make it worth living. Without them, there are neither winners nor losers, The first nor the last, The strong nor the weak, The fast nor the dull, The courageous nor the weakling, The rich nor the poor. The difficulties of life exposes the boasting coward. It tells how prepared one is in a chosen field of life; It defferenciates the experienced from the inexperienced, Professional from the novice and the best from the worst. The difficulties of life see only the enduring,patient and courageous sail through to success. Don't think there will come a day when all will ever be equal when the "defferenciator", which is the difficulties of life still exists. So you see the importance of the challenges of life. Therefore, if you want to sail the sea of life to success, Then u have to endure it,be patient and be courageous.  Written by; King Wise Makaphui Afun    

I know a warrior, a woman. A man with a softer side but never allows to be pushed aside. She accepts no no until her children are satisfied. Always on her feet face to face with terror and defeat. Yet she dances strategically to the economical beat. Strong not just for herself but also for her children. Her plans for tomorrow is set even before he comes knocking.  And satisfaction of her family is her spoil of war.  Second in command but not to her family's demand. Can't compare her to any other Because, she is my mother. By ; Wise Makafui Afun

  Slaves Again Slaves of yesterday Written on their backs with whips was history of their status. Others, with the names which they carried. Rest was a commodity most could barely afford than to deny. But those people were not in the chains of nowadays. Their struggle wasn't with the virtual but the real. Humans against fellow humans and being inhuman. Sailing on the seas to unknown lands Without having the opportunity to see what the other sees till they see another land. But the story is different now. Our history today is written on untouchable parchments.  Our masters being our own creations. Driven by varied addictions, We deny ourselves even an affordable rest. Sailing to unknown lands; Places we may never step our foot upon. Being chained to our detractors bought with our own money. The chains are visible but the breaking is difficult.  Wish generations to come escape this captivity. Oh how can we win war waged against our own selves? By Wise Makafui Afun

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