BEING A MAN
By Bonface Isaboke Nyamweya.
Prickled but picked by thongs of space time
Dawn to dusk, darting in uncertainties
To sweat and cry in my everydayness
Of being a man
Seldom a dough of a smile is caked
To be a man is to pay bills
To be a man is to pay dowry
To be a man is to die dicing a living
Kittenish clambering with the cart
Or coated in the deodorant of sweat
Stretching ideas
Between space and time
Transcendental yet immanental
To finely fix the tender coefficients of fate
Crafting the creed as the seducer
A chip of a cheap life lived dying
Life for men is an extravaganza invitation
Whose servings are slices of silences
And noisy essences
Of infinitesimal euphoria
Inhaling societal coughs of oh be a man
For being a man
Is not
Just
To
Be
By Bonface Isaboke Nyamweya.
Prickled but picked by thongs of space time
Dawn to dusk, darting in uncertainties
To sweat and cry in my everydayness
Of being a man
Seldom a dough of a smile is caked
To be a man is to pay bills
To be a man is to pay dowry
To be a man is to die dicing a living
Kittenish clambering with the cart
Or coated in the deodorant of sweat
Stretching ideas
Between space and time
Transcendental yet immanental
To finely fix the tender coefficients of fate
Crafting the creed as the seducer
A chip of a cheap life lived dying
Life for men is an extravaganza invitation
Whose servings are slices of silences
And noisy essences
Of infinitesimal euphoria
Inhaling societal coughs of oh be a man
For being a man
Is not
Just
To
Be
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