Where Sunshine Darkens

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You can’t tell me

The various shades of misery

I’ve seen enough for myself

So you can’t show me

The way around its gardens

I trod those forbidden paths myself

I’ve experienced the land where sunshine darkens

I’ve wiped sweats of death off my brow

My spot in this existence is a shroud

An untapped resource of sorrow

With no promise of tomorrow.

I have walked the streets of the ghetto,

Traveled the well-beaten paths of unhope,

And I got no respect for intellectual duplicity;

Education is expensive.

Akpan

Day 2: Chance

 

No chance and no guide

Straddling a frying hell for my paradise

Fear has been my instructor

Feeding the inner laceration into a rupture

Still I seek to be complete

And grapple with the conundrum that is my destiny;

To lay pursuit, to prepossess it, to protect it

With every impulse and rhythm of my individuality

I’d gladly have at it once again

If I should stray or find I have failed.

Life has cut me with the edge of a sword

Like the betrayal of a close companion.

But if it takes my breath away

I intend to hunt down that purpose astray

And drag it screaming and kicking, back to its base

Give it the magnificence of the sunrise at dawn.

For I will neither back down nor give up

Until my triumphant destiny wheels thru

Like the connoisseur of a life that stands for all that’s true.

A life that is mine,

Complete and genuinely grounded walking on sunshine.

Akpan

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Ain't Dead Yet

I ain’t finished with me, yet.

I ain’t a loser yet,

I ain’t giving up yet,

I would be back yet,

And I ain’t dead yet.

I ain’t a conqueror yet,

I ain’t a master yet,

I ain’t there yet,

I ain’t that dynamite yet,

Ain’t the prototype success story yet,

I ain’t a unique specimen, yet;

I ain’t fulfilled a destiny, yet.

But I will.

Just watch me

Cause, I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t that star piercing the dark clouds, yet,

I ain’t achieved 300 inventions with a

Handful of peanuts, yet.

I ain’t hitting newspaper headlines, yet;

I ain’t trending on twitter, yet.

I ain’t on the dream team, yet.

I ain’t wrestled a black nation from inequality, yet.

I ain’t scored my first World Cup goal, yet.

I ain't made it to the mountaintop, yet;

I ain’t slain my Goliaths yet;

I’m even short on rocks for my sling.

I ain’t on a world class record crew, yet;

I ain’t been to the ends of the world, yet;

I ain’t seen the rainbow’s end, yet,

Sheez, I ain’t got a dime to begin with.

I ain’t six feet under just yet;

I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t the man in the mirror, yet,

I ain’t the strength of a worm, yet;

I ain’t a prisoner-turned-prime minister yet.

I ain’t a Zwelinzima, yet;

I ain’t who I seek to be, yet,

But I ain’t tripping, you bet

I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t taught a soul to fly, yet;

I ain’t on top of the world, yet;

I ain’t broken a record, yet;

I ain’t slain my Egyptian, yet;

The cloud’s moving but my stuff ain’t packed, yet.

I ain’t the beauty of the earth, yet,

I ain’t the black pimpernel, yet.

I ain’t a celebrity, yet;

I ain’t the shining coal, yet;

I ain’t a Nobel laureate, yet.

I ain’t on the winning side, yet.

I ain’t the African dream, yet;

I ain’t the future of the world, yet.

I ain’t counting blessings, yet.

Guess, I haven’t written my Same Song

Recital, I gatto floss against all odds

Or I just ain’t dying on me, yet.

I ain’t that superstar, yet;

I ain’t the greatest, yet;

I ain’t written my Godfather, yet.

I ain’t History, yet,

I ain’t the voice of a dying nation, yet;

I ain’t survived a civil war to invent

The fastest calculating machine, yet;

You can bet your life on it, I ain’t done yet.

I ain’t getting me limited by popular opinion, yet;

I ain’t crippled by status quo, yet.

Even World War 3 ain’t a threat.

If before I achieve, my body hits the cemetery,

Don’t turn the page and close the book, yet;

I’m coming back after they bury me;

I ain’t dead, yet.

Akpan

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Gift of a Man

            Mysterious as the milky waters

            Trapped in the husk of a coconut fruit,

            The gift of a man alters

            The course of destiny.

           

            And not just his but an entire race’,

            Redefining, reshaping and redirecting its strictest rule;

Willing it to switch its destructive run

Wielding the simple tool of genius.

We can only imagine

The propensities created when a man thinks;

When what is mortal gives in to immortality.

Shallow deep screaming for baseless deep

As the human faculty is granted reprieve

To roam the hallowed recess of the inner mystery.

Sacred portals tossed;

Treasures in darkness dragged across the threshold;

And not by giants who sleep ‘n repose.

The eyes of discovery-

The very hands of ingenuity

Seeks, privately but intently

For the solitary mind that thinks still.

Akpan

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