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Truth be told, neuter is God as must be gender agenda Biologically men carry sperm, women give birth To boys and girls who turn men as others women As they metamorphose are fitted into constructed edifices Of social attitude, assumption and behaviours Of gender roles, identities and activities Ways we should make connection betwixt one another Responsibilities modified and customized To influence entitlements of properties plus other rights Underlying lives of one set visible and others obscured Questioning why construed threat to conceptual fat bricks Attack on values, socicultural and traditional fabric All shield to perpetuate the skewed voluted relationship Of fortune and infortune to place and position parity

From this little today's acorn We pray, with work on steadfastly The mighty oak just might

Boundless as endless space As garden of varied flowers Your place as species, rare.

Dora and Gab's 34th Anniversary It has been thirty-four years These Oziques sharing same space; From meeting as strangers to being Mates, lovers to delightful partners: From learning to nursing scratches Growing to tending egos and bruises Arriving at stamping features of love At one another; heart to heart. While thirty-four years is good, also, Enough time to taste and savour: As nothing is as good as to have The courage to conjure and brew, To arrive to the sound of victory, As compared to the wimpy runner; The cowardly cow who at the first sight of caused concern jumps ship. Thirty-four years I say is desirable: Ripe enough years to glorify, to feast For great many people have started, Dared experimented to run the race; Started out in a whirling wand But because they lack the courage, Could not make it to the finish-line. Meditation is ever enemy of action; For those in doubt the testaments: Gabriel lays before you trophy of His chase thirty-four yea

Now what can I say, graciously befitting? That when I took my love to the square Pour as water falls everyone, ever known Rolled drums the song; here comes love This hills of biting thorns you turned majestic The bloom of my flower to the song saw joy And to you all here my frankincense of poem Gold I have none only resin inked pouring pen Today we rest having danced your bids all night And as I bend to kiss her new day on opened lips To you, I do the honours, my heart forever sparkle To my lovely flower your accolade made bloomer Thank you God bless you all: your homes; rightlife birthright

Hollow: empty space Where you once were Marks Something amiss The cavity of void The heart going empty The groove of dead palms The grey wall of desolation Stark. Austere. Sign;  a king has fallen How cold and cruel this world How shadow become unbecoming? How can evil brazenly seize, steal In broad daylight our dearest Polycarp? This gap drifting forever now ocean lost Once sat sparkling bright laughing beloved Who knew not to make chuckle throaty Who came bearing pot of love to our cactus Named; the beautifully rhythmic Agatha Ataga Pleadingly we agreed she turned Mrs. Ukato Then this abominable broken bleat announcement Dear Agatha is left amidst swirling dust in the desert What devil dark fog did not let the gods foretold this? Wanting blood run river like from belly of slitted buck Wanting shadow block God's ordained moon shine path For the price, penalty, that our flower begin to walk alone? I urge you all whom God blessed with hearts and souls Pray