Update from Qudus' blog

Nov 5, 2006

Its not funny

Beautiful evening, after sun sets
walking home, with a head full of pessimistic thoughts
suddenly few able bodied youth of a particular tribe
with cutlasses, sword, sticks and remains of broken bottles
running anxiously after a young man of other tribe,
misses target as they gave each stroke
they were really determined to get him off feet
my poor young man was really determined to survive as well.
And I kept my eyes on them willing to see the end
Alas, they got him and he fell
greatest surprise, he was rushed;
i thought cannibals were hungry for human flesh
and there was a feast
series of beatings, hitting, stabbings and cuttings
until we thought the young man was dead
still they went further putting petrol on him
I still wait to see the end so could be an eye witness
to have the story to tell as it happened without fallacy.
They stroke a match and young man was ablaze
surprisingly, body we all thought was dead
stood up and struggles to flee with flames,
Pitifully he died while on his feet
with posture of a calved object
at this point, i couldn't wait to look any further,
it is unbearable how fellow human suffers to die

Its not funny too

at the bus stop, here comes a bus calling my destination
quickly i jumped in without realizing he was calling one more chance
all of a sudden i received an impromptu slap
from behind to get me intimidated
at first, i thought i fell asleep and that happened in a dream
as the sun and the moon
were at a time closer to my eyes, the next echo i heard was
-your phone, your money- i gave it all unconsciously
i was thrown out of the bus before i begin to get myself on axis
all in second, too soon to recollect what really happened.

VICTIM OF LIFE

Have you ever imagined yourself on the street one day,
Rushing to catch up with your destiny that has been failing you,
You wonder if you shall ever meet up with the connect coach to where your dreams are,
Suddenly you get bundled and thrown into a car, a police car taking you
far away from the destination of your expenditure.
You wonder what is happening as the car moves on farther,
You ask many questions that got any answers in the open air,
You wonder what sort of trial you are into.
you wish to wake from your sleep because its just a dream.
you look arround for the candid camera playing pranks on you,
until you get interrogated and no identity card to identify yourself as a fortunate citizen of life,

you are then charged to court,
Therefore you are guilty because you can’t even understand its real
So you are sentenced to five years imprisonment,
At this point you begin to wonder why your god denies you so much,
Why your head is not with you
Why there is plenty injustice on your side.
Imagine what your days and weeks will look like during five years in jail
Because surely you got no one, any one who ever care about your where about to bail you out,

Ok lets cut the story short, after five long years in jail,
You made not even one connection during your stay and now you are back to abnormal life.
A world where you could no longer recognize your right from left,
Everything become so strange as you still live in the past,
How could you forget such past of yours?
You begin each day with tears of sorrows and end it with pain
Caused to you by the irrationality of life,
You begin to live a life you cannot understand because its not yours,
Then, you will realize how beautiful the life you’ve been living is compare to what you got since your arrival,
Then you shall realize that you have become a victim of life.