Everything Waits For You There

When you will get there,

you’ll find everything waits for you.

It’ll be gentle, it’ll be wild; but everything’s there.

Do not fear.

I assure you,

It’ll be a short sojourn:

It fades as fast as the morning dew,

and many end it in rue.

When you will get there,

Be sure to dilate the aperture through which wisdom sinks.

Use it to avoid being the oblique shadow of a solitude fortress

that waits for the sun to guide its moves.

Now go and experience it,

within the realm of nature and the universe, however,

Be keen to invent your immortality.

Fools say, “all of us are mortal,” but the wise know, “honor makes us immortal.”

But before you leave; son,

When you get there,

Be worry of wine and squaws

for they make immortal men mortal.

Sadique Kwatsima

©2019

Baby, this is the Reason I always want you with Me

Baby;

It is true,

that I don’t know how to give up on you

because I just can't do it like the way I can’t stop breathing.

I’ll be lying to you if I say I love you the way I love the rains,

because when the rains come, I will hide under an umbrella.

I’ll be lying to you if I say I love you like the way I love the sunshine,

because when the sun comes out, I will seek for shelter under a tree.

Baby;

I’ll be lying to you if I say I love you like the way I love the winds,

Because when the winds come, I will close the windows.

But Baby;

When I tell you that I love you like I love the air -

trust me.

Because if it desserts me, 

I die. 

Sadique Kwatsima

2019

Starting Across in the Dead of Night

At 1.59 a.m, a storm rocks the skies ...

Rain drops incessantly tap my rooftop.

Blankly, I stand staring out into the darkness through my window pen

A moment long yearned for with myself.

The heavens continuously cry,

and lightening cuts through the sky

followed by thunder rumbles that shake the torn sky.

Avoiding occasional relapse into paranoia,

I try to find something to base my life upon,

Yet I am afraid of fading time and years going by.

Facing the reality,

I realize that what used to be “good time” is just but dismay,

And with the hope of a better tomorrow, it just comes and goes. 

Broken dreams, lost love, failures, criticisms, and depression,

Slam my reflection on the past so hard that I stop thinking about it,

But just cling on my ambition that has kept growing and growing.

The rain’s tapping is fading,

And I realize that the storm’s almost over,

And when dawn breaks, I must start over.

At dawn, yet hours away,

Is the life I want, ticking closer every second.

Anxiously waiting, all I have ever wanted was something to live for; to see the dawn.

I don’t want to be a little person anymore,

I just want to be free -
I don't want to be a little person anymore,
I just want to become what I have fought for -
I just want to be what I want to be!

Sadique Kwatsima

March, 2019

The Ancestors Legacy

My sons,

Keep vigil over your blood

And every day: invoke your forefathers

To give you a living guide.

My sons,

Tomorrow you will be contaminated

With the Eastern and Western tastes

But remember to offer the daily morsel to our spirits with gratitude.

My sons,

Don’t get too lost in ego and pride,

Denying yourselves the peace and happiness created by our forefathers’ bonds

And live in the cold by icy hands of fate.

My sons,

When you all learn to pull together as a family, and grow wide,

Regardless of mistakes:

You’ll build our beautiful homeland.

My sons,

This is my last word

For even as you advance within the new civilizations,

Keep the teachings of our forefathers – and strive to preserve their pride.

Sadique © 2019