Category: Deep and overstood

Deep and overstood, Jesus Christ

LIFE NOTE

The Divine Bandit

The sands fall through this hour glass.
The delicate element shatters as a pebble tries to squeeze through.
He holds in his hand, the heart of a lass.
As his other hands stirs, the potent brew.
The sound of a rattle snake in Africa.
Is just another cue to get down.
At the end of my life, they call me Sir.
I got knighted when the queen was last in town.
Haphazard thoughts, boulders are tumbling over each other.
Memory loss, like my past never existed.
Like a rolling stone, no moss do I gather.
My flashback is gone, it does not matter how much I resisted.
Caffeine, acting like a drug, wannabe cocaine.
Hands shake, like a fever, the anger rises.
Pain in my chest, give me that Novocain.
Handshakes, like a victor, values become vices.
Evil follows shame on you Hansel and Gretel.
Cinderella is the slipping beauty, how stupid to wear a glass slipper?
The big bad wolf is out, Red Riding Hood, you better settle.
My shadow remains nameless, but still steps with me.
Darker than I ever thought it was, both the pot and kettle call it black.
My heart’s wings have been clipped, stumps are all that be.
This hellhound’s bite is much worse than its bark.
21st century, so I put my stylus to the monitor.
I bleed my soul on these words, they come alive.
I am the only one left at the tower, cleaning up like the janitor.
As the sirens get louder, the heist is done; I jump out and hope to survive.

I open my eyes and the lights sting them.
But I cannot close them; I don’t want to slip away.
This life is more precious than any other gem.
Hence I choose it, anytime or day.
I swing till the last hole.
My locks all over my face, I need not shield it.
I bowl till the last ball.
My locks open, inside the candle has been lit.
So here I sit and continue to ferment.
With age, like wine, I become more valuable.
The search to find the lost me, it’s so fervent.
I can’t help but laugh at their hope, so gullible.
Life gave others lemons, I got the lime.
So here I stand awaiting my last wage.
Like Musiq, I am a victim of my time.
Like music, I am a product of my age.
I need a doctor, Still Dre.
I have on this white color straitjacket, Eminem.
I need some water, still dry.
My coat of many colors, M&Ms
So up this ladder I go.
It better be endless and my strength limitless.
Or I will prove the wise men right and end up down below.
Gold, frankincense and myrrh, they bore their gifts.
They followed the Northern star to the manger.
Blood, sweat and tears and still my poetry lifts.
The same star they followed keeps me away from danger.

Deep and overstood

Old Guard

The Divine Bandit

Old Guard.

Deep and overstood, Kenya, Politricks

No Angel

The Divine Bandit

No Angel.

My dawg and I doing what we do best. Play with words and give you this wordplay.

Deep and overstood

LOVE LOVES US

The Divine Bandit

We held each other’s hands,
And stared deeply in each other’s eyes,
Our feelings could not be formed into words,
All that could be heard were nervous sighs,
We’d decided to break it off,
Though none of us knew the reason why,
We let go and each stood far – off,
We both turned away without even a good
They had been the best months of my life,
And I had sworn to myself that I’d never let go,
All that we’d meet in life, our love would survive,
I was so confident but little did I know,
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, people say,
But no one said anything about too much distance,
One day your love was crossing my heart like a ray,
And the next, it felt like I’d been stabbed with a lance.

We hold each other’s hands,
And I stare deeply into your eyes,
I’m letting you know all that I feel,
As I feel your pulse racing.
And all the fear in my heart dies.
On the treaty of our love, I put my seal
Then quickly turn back to where I was facing.
You better start to speak,
Or here we’ll stand forever.
Say to me the answers that I seek,
Or nullify my endeavour.
I silently watch as your face explodes into emotions,
Your eyes tear up as you realize what we had lost.
You look up to me as you use my chest as a cushion,
And a magical smile tells me the most.
It was a mistake from the beginning,
Walking away was just an act of denial.
Fortunately we realized it when we felt the longing,
To be in each other’s arms and both our hearts in speed dial.

Deep and overstood

SECOND CHANCE

The Divine Bandit

I remember the days we had,

Good times that we shared.

Nothing could make us sad,

So much, for each other we cared.

I thought your eyes were like stars,

And you said no one could be sweeter.

Our love was incomparable to a hundred cars,

Who’d have thought it would turn so bitter.

I mistakenly served you a diet coke,

You said I thought you were fat.

You split coffee on my favorite book,

I thought you treated me like dirt.

You said you couldn’t take it any more,

Angrily I said I’d been waiting to hear just that.

In a split second you packed and slammed the door,

Fortunately you didn’t pack what I hid in my heart.

Today I stand before you,

Asking for a second chance,

Our love is going to dance.

In each other’s arms we are going to dance.

I know I didn’t do all the wrongs,

But I am sorry for all of them.

I’m sorry for ignoring your favorite songs,

I know all of them by name.

I’m sorry I was lost for words to say,

When you found my earlier photos in a wallet

I’m sorry I forgot to pay the bills,

And pretending it was your time to pay.

I’m sorry for soiling the kitchen with peels,

And saying I would clean up later in the day.

I’m sorry for forgetting to say I was sorry,

This could have cleared our problems at once.

I’m sorry for thinking I was too much a load to carry,

For you to give me a life long second chance.

Deep and overstood, Kenya, Politricks

I AM

The Divine Bandit

I step on this stage

Test the mic, 1-2, 1-2 and turn the page

I’m growing older, turn into a sage

Wise beyond my years, the number is just an age

I do my work, give me my wage

Either that or I will erupt in a rage.

Test me; see me flip over the gauge

So hot they got to keep me in a cage


I’m a child of Africa.

Still walking, not a chance of A-FREE-CAR.

I drop these beats, see me go far.

I am no lawyer, but I pass the 16th bar.

First I smile at her

Then I get the paper

Soon I get her

And she smiles at my paper


I am in no team, but I got this wordplay

Grab your attention, listen to my words play

You drop your gaze and I make you pay

My words on your ear, you won’t hear what they say

So dedicated, my will has many ways

So bright, when I sleep they still say “Good day”

I search for you, invade your thoughts; shine a light with this ray

I won’t preach to you, let me teach you if I may?


Months gone and I’m still on this phone

Got my crew with me they are never gone

Like Liverpool, I never walk alone

Hungry for success, throw this dog a bone

I never whisper, pay attention to my tone

So hot, I’m making these words moan

Can never decide whether that’s an adjective or a noun

I’m not a knight or a king I’m that rebel pawn

I use landmines not sprinklers so stay off my lawn

I sweat for this, always reaping what I’ve sown

Falling seven times, standing up eight as I never stay down

In time you will witness how I run this town


So here I stand with my black grenade

As I blow up be ready for I will serenade

Shine till the end of time, I shall never fade

East to West, I never see a shade

I go the whole night that’s why I love a jade

I just became I was never made

I do this for the people, never have to be paid

I don’t chase yet I still get laid

I don’t run, I am never afraid

And hence in this decade, like a crusade, finer words will never be said.

Deep and overstood, Kenya, Politricks

OUR SONS KILL AFRICA : A REPLY TO KEN SARO WIWA’S AFRICA KILLS HER SUN

The Divine Bandit

Dear Bana,

There is no justice in this world as proven by how late I received your missive.

This happened almost 10 years later and I am not being defensive.

The greed in the society we lived in had proven divisive.

I tried to look for you Bana, when they came to question me, I was ever evasive.

I tried to find connections that you had on the Merchant Navy but they proved elusive.

Even the report I got from the prostitute from St Pauli was inconclusive.

I never heard of your stint as a clerk in the Ministry of Defence.

Thank God I did not because I would have seriously taken offence.

I knew the kind of person you were and you always spoke your two cents.

Your rage at the impunity in our government would never condense.

I would have enjoyed every moment while waiting for the battle of wits to commence.

As I laughed hysterically as your words built wisdom walls around them at their expense.

 

I find it amusing that you referred to yourself as a robber, a bandit or anything else you deemed fit.

I always considered you my own kind of Robin Hood, stealing knowledge from those who didn’t have use for it, my own Divine Bandit.

It was always scary for me. When I heard of your experiences with the police, I prayed that you don’t get hit.

I asked for help from the White Jesus and with my faith wavering I also turned to our fore fathers and for them an altar lit.

It’s a shame that considering how far I travelled on the run from the police that we never did meet.

And tears well up in my eyes as by your graveside, I hunch my back and there sit.

I grieve for the fact that you thought that you had to pay a price.

You never hurt anyone and being too idealistic would have been your only vice.

They never knew that you and your friends were no richer than church mice.

And your only plan for the national cake was to make sure that everyone got a slice.

We were not horses to be content with imported or rather donated brown rice.

We had lost the game long before it started as they had fixed the dice.

 

You must remember how we used to laze about, but with the whole police force after me, I have grown limber.

After five years trying to be the game changer, I moved to the lovable country where they call the brave lion, Simba.

They did try to follow me there but they were a hospitable people and I will never stop wishing this was the same for you, Sazan and Jimba.

No one will ever sing songs of praise for the three of you as they will never find the right timbre.

On golden oaks they crucified their heroes without considering the price of timber.

Clearly the journey to the top of Mount Everest remains unbeknownst to no one else but the climber.

We live in a continent where almost everyone is dark skinned if not charcoal black.

Yet as you pointed out, we still associate everything bad with the color which shows that in wisdom we surely do lack.

I could easily see how all these combined could be the damned molting straw that broke the camel’s back.

And despite the childishness of this statement, we really do suck!!

 

Bana, my tears flow thicker than blood as the fact sinks in that your epitaph will only be immortalized in your letter but never as a graveside plaque.

 I was deemed an enemy of the state and even in this foreign country, of me they still keep track.

I would love to have you smile from the other side of the grave, but Bana I have no children.

This was my own choice so please my dear do not label me a villain.

I looked at our continent, how our sons slit the throats of our daughters and mothers like chicken.

In their eyes full of anger and malice, I saw a true evil hidden.

I on my own had tried to talk to the few who would dare listen.

But as their evil brothers scrambled for their attention, I, being ignored was a given.

Do not be surprised when I tell you that what I speak of now has nothing to with our country.

It has become evident that our country folk are not the only ones who are hungry.

The hunger for justice has crossed borders to the rest of the African colony.

However, their definition of justice has filled the rivers with blood and as a punishment the Almighty has unleashed global warming and now our continent has become painfully sultry.

At the altar of their sacrifice, the political elite have thrown in their jibes, hooliganism, all and sundry.

My knees buckle at this but on my feet I have to die for the human community.

 

Bana, forgive me for the scenes that I have recounted.

I know you loved me despite the fact that you left me for all these moons and harvests that I have counted.

There comes a time…..you used to say……wait……..that was someone else on whose charred memory this phrase is mounted.

Nevertheless, I do believe that for all I have accounted.

I hope I am not a disappointment for what I have amounted.

In all this pain, hurt, stupidity, black self-hate, the word LOVE has surmounted.

Four days after I got this letter.

I vowed to make a life better.

Notwithstanding my own, so I went to a children’s shelter.

I adopted the most adorable twins who make me smile as they stutter.

I could not change the world so I changed the person I had put on a tether.

In this world or the next, Bana, we will always be together.

Our sons, our leaders kill Africa.

Forever loving you,

Zole.

Deep and overstood

Deeper still

The Divine Bandit

As I was walking in the desert,

With nothing but mirages to look at,

The desert of love and all affection,

I was sure I wasn’t headed in the right direction,

The sandstorms blew making me ill,

But the love in my heart was deep, deeper still.

Everything around me was brown,

Only a shade away from the color of love,

How I wished I had known,

Before into the sea of suffocation I dove,

I could have dug for water if only I had a drill,

But the love well proved to be deep, deeper still.

Suddenly I saw a date tree,

With the wind whistling through it full of glee,

All the grapes were ripe and looked juicy,

I didn’t need a bell for me to get busy,

I bit into a date but it was as dry as dust from a sill,

I knew I had to bite deep, deeper still.

I was not that much of age,

Hence I was sure it was a mirage,

I ran towards the oasis leaving everything I had,

I didn’t see a sand hole on my victory road,

As I fell in, a voice from behind a sand hill said,

Though many venture to find out; the real meaning of love is more than you will ever know,

It is deep, deeper still.

Deep and overstood

Wavy wanton weather

The Divine Bandit

I’m waking up last Monday but one
It’s freezing so I make my bath warm
I’m walking outside with a hint of tonsillitis
A slight cough has just began
I’m praying that it don’t do me harm
And hoping to get where I can forget this

I woke up next Monday with a bleeding heart
Just like this weather people have become heartless
And the haziness in my head like a full-blown fog
This cold am experiencing tears me apart
It burns my face as I stand there “almost” fearless
Tears riding up my cheeks and tongue out like a dog

I will wake up today in the morning
I’m still coughing but this time dust is the culprit
Whoever thought that the sun would blaze
I have found myself in my zone just…well.. zoning
I know my soul and body are not yet ready to split
This unpredictable personality leaves me in a daze

If you can’t get what I just wrote
Then please give up because you never will
Only a chosen few and I can decipher the above
My writing is not a means to gloat
It’s just the void in me I’m trying to fill
This is all I can show you because it’s all I really have

Deep and overstood

21 Answers

The Divine Bandit

I’ve kept a keen ear and heard your questions.

I bet it’s now time to give each a response.

Take your hand and lead you through the motions.

Lift it to my heart and let you feel my pulse.

I will now start to give you the answers.

Hoping you will respect the truth I give you.

Avoid the lies that may prove cancerous.

Take the risk and show you the perfect view.

I really do like it when you dress in red.

Though you compete with the color every time you blush.

Not only is your bed good but you are good in bed.

Don’t start giggling yet, I need you to hush.

It’s not a lie you are in the smart ladies list.

And your fighting spirit can be seen, when you clench your fist.

You might have fears but you are still very strong.

And your love for cats does not disgust me, a lover of dogs.

Your voice is magical, whether purring in my ear or just singing.

And enough can’t be said of your dancing, especially the way your hips sway.

In any argument we have, I like your kind of thinking.

And your smile at the end of it always makes my day.

It’s not a lie that my love for you comes naturally.

And the secrets from your lips will never be retold.

You may not have a sweet-tooth but you get sweeter daily.

And your love for me, I treasure than the most precious gold.

Words maybe cheap but I will always protect you.

The world maybe crazy but I’m crazier for you.

You have such style; you bring the word compliment to shame.

And I would never forget you even in the world of fame.

I appreciate you each day for all your support.

And when it comes to dissing, you are the best sport.

Finally when it comes to us, we are the best.

And each day makes me believe we can withstand any test.