₦airaland Forum

You proclaim that black people are coloured
and so deserve less-
less than enough to even strive for more
let alone thrive.
Isn't white too a colour?

I yearn for a new world
where angels ain't always white and dark demons a tight black,
where not only the fair fare well;
the white are wise
and the black lack.

I want a globe of bliss
free of racial tease
and available for lease
to the black and his ease
to the white also;
an everlasting toast to their peace.
Let's help birth a clime
wherein only the content will count,
never the containers' shine.
You know, racial variety can spice our existence too.
If we let it.
-Nonso, Esq.
@Emmajinations.

"...what does the future hold for me I don't know! But certainly the future is bright." You contradict yourself, friend.

Raping the innocence of twilight,
sieving through the dank aura of a vast horizon,
lending us spates of winks from an azure clime;
they're intermittent spots of silent light at night,
prestigious princes of pomp,
enduring seeds of the sky.

When above our eyes we lift,
to behold the heightened abode of the gems,
we ponder and wonder how it's not a stone
throw-
yet incessant like the cock's crow.

Dense,
enormous-
basking hitherto in the palatial residence of space;
spherical forces of energy amorphous.
From obsolete days to the now,
they like famished leeches have clung to the earth's roof-
miniature pebbles tough as hoof.

Masters of mischeif,
fervid clusters of deceit-
letting us assume that they're bred to beam only
at light's escape, tugging our minds' hem to
beLIEve that they're truly petite.

Like a hospitable lot and the score plus four Sages-in-cabinet of the Almighty, they ooze celestial pulchritude-
an extended ancient family of constellations in
multitude.
Our essence is not known, we know-
because our days are far gone on row.
Ever taciturn we wish not to knot our grandson; Sun.
On this pride we have no pride.
...

Chinachriss:
That's my little bro. I'm proud of you nna m.

Big bro m.

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Okay. Thanks.

xage:
You played well the words but the aesthetic weight should have laid more on the caricature, at the end of the day we understand but too little have we known about the lady and and your craving heart

Keep writing bro

Sometimes succint is best. Thanks for the observations tho.

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A NIGHT-IN-GALE.
.
Swerve after swerve does nought to rinse of thought my head-
like a drowning man's clutch is the hug I gift my legs....tight,
my bent back moans a creak or two as if to
rebuke the rain bouncing off it;
first for stealing into the crevices of my fabric to make inseparable my cloth and body,
and lending the yawning cold a licence; true
access to a helpless buddy.

It wasn't true to claim I didn't deserve the now and it's untidy happenings,
hadn't I made the choice that paved an asphalt to the present?
Had I glanced away,
feigned not to be aware of,
refused to consider the convulsing elements at Madam's behind for any other thing than Fat Nose's property....and the route from whence
defecate meets its fate,
if only I had taught my eyes to blur at the
appearance of her ASSets
then maybe I'd still have a home wherein I tend to their filthy closets.

The wind waves in brazen fury
tilting the tree under which I sat, displacing twigs and leaves, causing them to descend in little
hurry,
and remind me of how it isn't used to having visitors sit underneath it in drenched raiment and curled up.
Determined to ruin the remnant of my few, wretched, haphazardly stuffed clothes the rain let loose the hem of its sanity and spilled
without hold,
then like the showers bathing me
the memories came back-
she had spent that day in the garden behind the
house,
letting her eyes trace the sun from behind tinted
glasses,
and unwholely hiding her massive rear lobes in
petite, see-through shorts,
a strapped pair of cupped lace held her tits-
all these I saw from the kitchen window while I made dinner,
Of this booty, I must become a winner.
Over my self I couldn't place a hold,
to have palmed her ass I was very bold.
-Nonso, Esq.
@Emmajinations