Lazy Bones

Engrossed in the little world on their desk
They stare at the world continually
Sitting on the job courageously
Holding the phone unendingly
At the expense of work assiduously

Again and now for ladies and gents
Reluctantly detached from the world
On the desk and on their ears to trickle in the loo
Or to café Tamam to socially loom
Celebrating their failure with goo

They count the days continually
Waiting for the pay slip periodically
And doing nothing chronically
With a million reasons repetitively
Justifying incompetence persistently

Let it not be said incessantly
That we failed in our mission constantly
But that we rose with the sun persistently
And did our time courageously
In the wasted land of Darfur sporadically
Inaju R.
Darfur, Sudan. 27/10/09

Dying without Warning!

Woefully, words fail me in times of Arroyo,
The emptiness of life crashed in like a Tsunami.

Leaving without warning; an Arroyo!
Sad. Very sad!
She has no right!

In this deep chasm
Hold hope like a chalice.
Hope load tomorrows’ chasm.

Dark as it seems, this abyss
Our love like rivers
Flows into your heart gorge.

Scared of the Arroyo?
Our pleas peg protective presence in the present.
Tomorrow hope rows you out of the gulf.

Faith falters in times of Arroyo
Faith must come alive in times of Arroyo
Hold on holding on hope.

When you falter in your Arroyo
Pray for the resilience of a troubadour.
When you have doubts in your arroyo
Remember, best did you before Arroyo.

We love and miss the little Angel gone
But when the sun rise tomorrow
Rise and float with it above the Arroyo.

Inaju R.
Ethiopia ‘07

Ultimate Leveler.

As I lay quietly in my cot
Angels in white gowns float around.
Trying to stop the tears that must flow
When am finally free from family and friends

For the last time I reflect on the carnage called life
The future became crystallized
I see the snares laid by the ultimate leveler
Escape is an attempt in futility

The yawning gap meant to hold my remains
Is like the pit where my waste is held
Like my waste, my remains is fertilizer
The yawning gap neither welcomes nor rejects it

I am one more waste; many more will come
When the leveler’s job is done
All becomes equal
As the hungry yawning gap wait patiently

Inaju
Ethiopia ‘08

THE OCEAN OF SAND

We went into the battle of survival
Marching through oceans of sand
On an uncharted terrain
Surviving on the hope of victory
Hungry, dehydrated and
Smoldered by the day.

Look around you
Scattered remnant of voyagers gone
Decorate the golden ocean in a gory!
The future grant us strength
The present deride our strength
On and on brothers and sisters.

The next beautiful skull
Lies in my path with fried hairs.
Where is this vanquished soldier of fortune from?
Buried and mourned nowhere
Deep in the middle of the golden waters
Providing food for fellow travelers in the air.

Memories momentarily strangle the present,
Transport me over time to that memorable night.
I remember that last night, that last kiss.
And I remember her tearful good bye
I remember her prayer for victory
She waits for the spoils of this battle.

Memories put the battle in perspective
The future beacons like a mirage
Blindfolded with hope, one step after the other
Our enervated tyres held in rope bare shoes
Might carry us through this carnage

Weary soldiers of adventure
Searching for greener pasture far away.
Battered and held in scorn
By host
By knowledge of injustice
Political, Economic and Historical at home
We hold lifeline like chalice. But

Will we find our heart desire?

Inaju R. Ethiopia ‘07

The Tragedy of Nma

Nma soul dance naked in the dance of life
Her sole slap naked quilt wearily
In a dance that used to be fun
This dance has lost its luster to her. Yet
She lay on her back in fulfillment of the oath.

Old. Haggard. Weak. Tired.
Both dancers go through the motion
In this connubial dance to life
Each step and jab an achievement for both

In polygamous dance, no one is at peace!
The protagonist dances a balancing act.
The Actresses juggles for a warm night.
Crestfallen siblings gloomily spectate.

Polygamy is a dance! Never mastered.
After forty years of rehearsals, Nma
Like her fellow prisoners knows all the frills
Yet Nma soul wishes for something else.

This connubial politics is choking
It strangulates Teenage nuptial dreams
Nma dares to protest tonight on weak backbone.
But his only interest is navigating Nma’s red sea!

He dances faster and fell like pack of cards on Nma
As the heavens weeps and roar like a pack of lions outside.
He screams his inadequacies at Nma. How dare you Nma!
Polygamy is our custom and tradition! Our life!!




Smiling sadly, Nma sat up on the grass quilt
Wagging her index finger at HIM through the window.
I hate polygamy! Nma said silently
Ignoring the used up weak sapless brute on her chest

Why did you create polygamous men!
Nma screamed at HIM and waited for answer.
He left Nma to her thoughts and the crepe night.
Nma is still waiting
Six feet below the earth surface for the answer!

Inaju.
Ethiopia March 08
Nma means beauty in Ibo language

BADME

The saliva of the drummers
Energise pen pushers with gusto
Providing platforms for the drummers
As they invade boxes and nets worldwide with glee.

Pen pushers pen their way across the mirage
Transporting their catch across frontiers
As the vibes from the drummers make their day
The drummers fight for the barren prize of Badme

Through the cracks in the wall
Pen pushers, Peacekeepers peek,
As the drummers work a furious frenzy
Polluting the air with furious rhythms.

Hunger, starvation and disease take center stage
Challenging the drummers to beat them out
As they gyrate to the rhythm of death
The lands mourn the darkening cloud.

The people drink from the fountain of misery
Of the stinking sweat of the drummers
The drummers drink the peoples’ blood
Peacekeepers sit in limbo quiet furiously.

The stench from the drummers’ mouth
Pollute and clog bloodways and capillaries
Suffocating and eclipsing vision and horizon
As the living dead party on the streets.

Peacekeepers peace momentarily disrupted.
Diplomacy and subterfuge mingle furiously.
As righteous indignation clog the airways!
Fuel and Food rations disrupted furiously!

Carefully crafted credos assault the knack
Barely bruising the drummers nag
As they drum their fleshy chest
In contempt of the peoples’ throes.

One of two brothers now foes
Hold intermediaries hostage?
Internal strife weakens bold
As drummers strain to be heard.

Silence. Silence. Silence! we pray brothers
These drums of war become.
Open your gate to the future
Let the children hunt.

Inaju
Ethiopia. March. 08

Whores’ of War:

Stealthily she stole in like a swine
Coyly like an apostle in the act of apostate
As the tigress lower her opening
I cringe like a swine
From her fangs
Aimed at my hang

Gradually
The tigress swallowed me!
Who will bury me if I die from her swing?
As I binge in ecstasy from her swing
Dangling on her stroke on my shaft.

As gush of air rush through my nose and mouth
Where is your husband woman? I asked.
In the bosoms of another at Badme.
Dog of war
Anticipating the signal to binge
In a bloody strife.

As I wipe dead kids off her gap
I saw feigned bliss on her facade
I heard the silent piecing cry from her soul
Loathing the act while begging for more!

One look at my face, her bosom heaved and
The tide broke its banks
As the flood from her eyes soak my pillow.

Cry no more, whores’ of wars!
This threatening cloud will last
But only for a while.

Inaju
Ethiopia March ‘08.

Badme is the boarder town that Ethiopia and Eritrea are disputing. Over 70,00 people on both sides died in their last battle before UN peacekeepers arrived. The drums of war have been brought out again.

EMPIRE OF VAMPIRE.

They Powell their way through with their conjurations
And Powell their deceptions with their perjuretion
In the Market of Nations they suffered insurrection.
Like lightning they bolted solely into the confrontation.
They came out agenise in stupefaction

At the place where the roads meet they became uppity
Their goal, oil leads them inside cupidity
As they preached cupid and practiced torpidity
They unleashed unfathomable morbidity
It is their empire but they are vampires

Screaming featherless birds catapult the vampires into ‘perdition’
Heaven and earth vibrate with each breath of the conquistador
As they killed the dictatorial king of the infernal region
And transported children, wives, and mothers into scheol
They murdered sleep and banished the sun in their crusade!

Is this the act of love or the last vestige of a swell head?
The rising old Dragon asked the fading faced Bald Eagle
As rancour at the bald eagle base rise to crescendo
The Golden Bicephalic Eagle lashed out nearby
Daring the bald eagle to fly if it dare

The fading sun laughed at the rising ignominy
Of the human race in this human age
Knowing the old moon won’t be of any help.
Stop the worthless destructive revolution.
Start the worthy constructive revolution.
Oh leaders of this empires of vampires.

Sudan/Khartoum 08/2008

Sonnet to Africa Leaders

Not that I hate thy leaders, oh Africa, whose failed politics,
Breeds only self plaisir and masses woes,
With insane abstract demonstration of democracy,
In a still born torpid leadership style
Nor do I hate the smart ‘MEN’ of God
With their torpid perish-ioners who perish slowly, as
Politicians and Preachers grow on sinners’ blood and fear

Masses; obliviously enjoy the dreams of unmet needs
Clerics and Politicians consciously enjoy their malfeasance
Oblivious of the burning sun, Men of God live
Off collective collections of God children
Like politicians live off our collective collections.
I do not hate them but their ways and deeds?
The empty cacophony of their piety and governance I disdain.

Inaju
Sudan Aug. ’08.

DO NOT LOOK FOR ME!

DO NOT LOOK FOR ME:

When the sun Finally sets on the world
And the trumpets sound blast in the sky
And the whirl wind unearth the scheol
And there is no time for sorrow
And the roll call of the dead and living begins
Do not look for me.

When the moon finally turns bloody on the world
And the confusion of the confessions starts
When all people must defend themselves
And all artificial barriers are down
And there is neither mother nor child
Do not look for me.

When the righteous are all counted
And the royals and the plebs merge
And the dammed confined to perdition
And the guiltless invade utopia
And heaven and earth passes away
Do not look for me.

Do not look for me among the raptured
Do not look for me among the perditioned
I will be nowhere and everywhere
I will be on the wing of the wind
I will be among my ancestor

Inaju R. Inaju
Sudan Aug. 08.