Babyliss(reprise)

When I was a boy,
When I was lovefool,
About pancakes,
And paper men,
The only misery,
Was to leave them all,
And trudge to school;
To hear of a distant land's queen,
And the mansa of mali,
To hear that pii=3.14
And that the mouse jumped on the clock
(Hickory dickory dock!)

Now you are here,
And am back to yesterday,
But its also tomorrow,
This time its a little different,
Its you and I(and mummy),
Cruising along the lanes of life,
With not a worry in the world,
Except what will make my baby smile,
Except who will be loving my baby,
Except who killed cock robin.

Babyliss and I,
Like Bonnie and Clyde,
Looking for jewels of life,
To steal and run off with,
And perhaps a little magic or two;
We shall jump over the moon,
(Hey diddle diddle),
And dance by the light of the moon,
(The moon the moon).
Babyliss and I(and mummy too)
Just like Bonnie and Clyde,
Looking for the jewels of life,
To steal and run off with.

Dickson e wasake
9 July 2009
"On the birth of my baby girl"
Sent from my BlackBerry® device from Cable & Wireless

Smooth criminal (sadness)

For Michael Jackson (R.I.P)

On the death of Michael Jackson;

The tears fill the earth,

Black or white;

The Liberian girl cries,

And so does dirty Diana,

even the stranger in Moscow,

We all scream;

“Oh it’s too bad; oh it’s too sad;

The king is gone too soon,

And I just can’t stop loving him!”

Surely we all remember the time;

When we couldn’t stop, because we couldn’t get enough,

Surely we all remember the time,

When no mortal could resist the thriller.

Oh sadness for us of this world.

Tick tock,
tick tock,
Farrah Fawcett is gone,
and now Michael too!

Tick tock,
tick tock,
On and on,
we all steadfastly march;
dazed or not,
fazed or not,
to the grimmest reaper of them all,
that timeliest keeper of them all.

On and on we all steadfastly march,

to death the smoothest criminal of them all.

D E Wasake

26 June 2009

P.S: Several of the lines are adopted from several of Michael Jackson’s songs.

By the river manafwa I sat and wept

And just like that,
I came out of her,
and out of the door,
and out of her life.
Fast comings,
faster exits,
why settle for any less?
She called me this morning,
from a distant land's phone booth,
she said she missed me.
she doesn't even know my name,
and I hers,
secret lovers, miles across lovers,
I miss client ED60-6.

Big fat girl,
weird hippie like songstress,
had a look,
like she just stepped out of 1956;
Elvis aint dead,
and neither Nat King Cole.
In Jah Jah city,
Jah weed ruled, always,
and they gave mad props to the god Jabbah.
The fat high bird loved me,
and I the fat high bird.
Make it one spliff for my baby,
And one more for the show.

Dreadlocked a rasta,
dis man a feeling irie,
police in a look and pick,
searching for marijuana,
In the rasta man's hair.
I know the tin man,
got the sweetest smelling sensimilia,
and he is a man just like you and I,
even walks his neighbours dog.

Smell of freshly cut grass,
post man doing the rounds,
(the post man never rings twice)
Sound of the rain against my window,
(this moment is mine)
Fave music while stuck in a jam,
(I could stay here forever)
Old mother hubbard, passing by,
(Cold mother hubbard; grimmer than ever)
23 springbank on vallee des vaux road,
I miss my home.

The evangelical mad hatter preacher;
"Would you like to know about Jesus?
be born again,
saved and set free ; hallelujah!
Come into the water sister,
It's warm in the water brother,
Come,
Let's go down to the river to pray,
I know the Way,
and He loves Susan Boyle too."

Dreams of my father;
"Everybody UPC(eh eh UPC)"
stories by the fireplace,
of the river manafwa,
and the grass eating lion of mafudu.
The sound of the kadodi drum,
and of Franco's mario on the sound solo.
The wind blowing in the night,
Perhaps uncle mike's ghost?
Nightfall came quick,
Dreams came even quicker(and then died),
Who is my father?
I sometimes wish he spoke more.
Happy father's day dad.
I am going to be a dad too.

Angel wrestling man,
battle all night,
He was to become Israel.
Said heavenly minstrel;
"Day break is here, let us rest"
Battle resumed centuries later.
Who can overcome the beast?
Who can defeat death but the lamb?
The lamb of God,
Who takes away the sins of the world,
And of mummy and of daddy, and of me.

The fat high bird aint here,
The tin man got busted,
I am going to be a dad,
And I don't even know her name.
Oh daddy, where is the Way?
By the river manafwa I sat and wept.

D E Wasake
13 June 2009

Face dick

And this is my little secret,
I cleaned my dick with your face towel,
That way;
You get to face dick,
Every morning,
Until next wash up.

like a two edged sword,
Cutting both ways,
I am the beginning of all your troubles
And now am also the end of your troubles,
tough love (honey)
Share my world(now die).

She seeks me out every minute,
To ask if she looks chic,
Or whether to look sleek.
She seeks me out,
In the still of the night,
Her hand touching mine,
And guiding it to her bosom,
(Before she gyrates her bottom).

And this is my secret,
You will seek my face,
And long for my love,
And all I will give you is my dick,
And a face towel.
Clean your face girl,
Wipe your tears woman,
(Before you face dick).

Big booty cameroonian women,
Like ngoom and nkum and ndoom,
In pagnes and kabbas of variety,
Now a washing in the river,
Now a singing to me,
(How na brother, let's go down,down to the river to pray)

She opened her legs to me,
Little did she know,
She opened them to the world,
Worlds past,
Worlds that now are,
Worlds that shall be but are not yet.

She thinks I am free,
She thinks I am strong,
But I am not;
chained up heart
With chords of love
Unseen by all
Except my lovelorn 3rd eye.
Unchain my heart woman
I want to be free
Of your love and charm
(I just want you to face dick)

D e Wasake
7 June 2009
Sent from my BlackBerry® device from Cable & Wireless

Mr hansworth and other such poems

Mr hansworth;always on the prowl
Looking for a tart to maul,
Perhaps he should try a bird call,
I know folks who did that to catch a fowl most foul.

Jolene T; asked her to think hard,
Perhaps even outside the box,
She stared back hard,
Her lights upstairs for a while dimming,
Before she finally lit up and with glee announced;
But mr T, we have no box!

In the jungle(this city is a jungle),
the mighty jungle(men from all nations here)
The lion, the mighty lion(king edward reigns)
Who can cross his path(his fiery eyes a terror)
Who in awe(cower and die all you minions),
Can march past, arms akimbo(hearts in limbo)
I says the gnu(oh no betty boo)
I says the zebra(you too debra)
For mr lion,(Poor king edward)
he is a grass eating one!
(The grass eating lion of Hoima)

D E Wasake
1 June 2009
Sent from my BlackBerry® device from Cable & Wireless

Whose pants are those?

Why did his blue jacket seem familiar?
And the red pants of adventure,
As colourful as the bow tie of old,
Had we not seen them all before?
Ages and ages back
After when a negro cost $125 a piece
($75 for a scrawny one though)

Saturday morning georgia
our people's only solace of hope;
Georgia, georgia;
we sang the boogie woogie blues;
on a Friday midnight train to Georgia
With Georgia on the mind,
(I am coming quick oh darling)

Saturday evening georgia
Soon as the hour glass reached the 19th
We wore our calico shirts
Over our starched pants
We wore our calico dresses
Below our big weaves
And for effect marched singly from plantation
To tin house of music

But wait,
Look;
Surely we all remember those lips
Thick and red
Thick and tomato like
Could it really be he?
He who spins golly miss molly?
With each high note of fitzgerald,
With each low note of miles,
the music resonated
And our eyes too danced,
As if in rhythm to melody of their body swings
now seeing him on soprano
now seeing him not on bass

But then;
(Oh what a saturday night georgia!)
As the sounds of the tune reached a crescendo
As he sashayed for the final soiree
Off jumped his top hat
To reveal the man of mystery
The crowd gasped;
The older held their breath
While the younger surged forward in awe
Could it really be?
How could it be?
Little jasmine was here too,
And he was back,
Golly was back!
(Wog if you are nasty).

D E Wasake
7 June 2009

Bay of pigs (Swine flu retro mix)

This little piggy,
thinks she's cute
(cute my foot)
This little piggy,
wants my flute,
(and what will be left for honey boo?)
This little piggy
heart black as soot
(i would only have her if i had no loot)
but then,
that little piggy,
with her oinky oinky smiles,
with her twinky winky wiles,
that little piggy,
with her cute eyes blue,
wanted me too
(why did i do it oh noo)
that little piggy
she gave me swine flu!

D E Wasake
30 April 2009