more than just words

you know her by her diamonds and i know her by her mountains protected by lions embarked on by okadas i know the aunties peeling leaves whilst their children climb trees hunting for an orange that they can sell to me i love to cling to my seat as we manoeuvre through the street tapping my feet to the blazing afrobeats until the blazing sun makes me jump off and run to the girl shouting at anyone who wants a packet of water and i know the beach where the ocean is in my reach where i can see the beauty of my history reflecting back at me you cannot mine the real diamonds of sweet salone the diamonds exist within my soul the souls of her people who kneel down on eid and feast on christmas with their family who understand madingo but carry the blood of temne who speak perfect krio despite being lebanese the people who smile even when they grieve what once was or what she could have been what still can if we choose to see we have suffered enoug...

your home is now your cell as the police stand outside to guard the wishes of the warden  who sits in parliament scarred whose job has him infected no firewall to protect him no firewall to protect us spyware left undetected and now we are in our cell no sense of the time everyday is the same for us but gone are another hundred lives and not one of them is you because you are confined no hurdles to overcome no mountains to climb and for that you are blessed locked away from the rest confined you are protected solitary but uninfected no firewall needed to protect us because we have our cell outside there is no point but inside it we can excel

immediately 5g with no wifi or subscription fee no hidden terms to agree a connection completely free a connection always in reach a lifetime dedicated to teach you right from wrong and preach your values from her speech  an unconditional love one we are not always deserving of and when times are getting tough she never says enough she always hold us down she lifts us when we drown to her we will stay bound she always wears the crown

it was just yesterday waiting for you to say that eternity is not enough but we will give it a go anyway we gave it a go anyway  because nothing else can make us feel this way and no one else can bring the shine of your soul intertwined with mine your soul stays intertwined with mine tangled until the end of time there is nobody for me but you on March 7th my dreams came true on the 7th of March my dreams came true and now its already been a year a relic of love that feels so rare  we walk this earth the perfect pair we will walk this earth the perfect pair wherever you go I will be there a promise I made you today through my response on that thursday and my response on that thursday i knew since the first day and now i reminisce when i say it was just yesterday

different animal same beast different animal same feast the same passion drives these same feet different animal and same old me its not where i come from or where we meet its where i am headed where i aim to be eternal greatness is the legacy so no matter the animal you recognise the beast

time waits for no one so here she comes anticipated and dreaded by all and some what she may bring marriage or kin or both with love thats ever lasting and flying cars with self serving bars and cures so groundbreaking that we will hold no scars and our dreams achieved and new ones to pursue or a chance to develop and begin to review the legacy we will leave behind the stories they will tell of mankind who became adults within this time time for change  time for life time to do time to drive time to live and not just survive and we welcome time with open arms

they say we don’t appreciate  what we have when we are young i have finally come to appreciate now that my teenage years are done nostalgia beneath my feet  of running havoc in the street with 10 missed phone calls from my mum  playing out without the sun the scars remain on my legs of jumping straight out of my bed with confidence and big dreams and never running out of steam to show the culture in my hips laced with denim engulfed in rips fashion statement or just wild the beauty of being a teenage child but the awkwardness of a growing chest the choice between a bra and vest the curse on woman caused by Eve the separation i begin to see the memories lie in my arms his are strong and bold  mine feeble and bland the differences begin to show the echoes of a lingering no but my lips can’t help but interject i can achieve whatever i project my heart begins to accept a unity of mutual prospect w...