I am a chef That cook the meal for your soul… This meal I cook, Not from plants and flesh But from the recipes of lexicons Served in inky scrolls. My ingredients are green and raw, Fetched from the very depth of life; Spiced with rhymes and rhythms For the musicality of flow. This meal … Continue reading A POETIC BANQUET


I am a son or the soil To this, I am the foil Though the wind of life May blow me miles from home, Yet,my roots I shall remember….. Though like a troubadour I traverse, Yet the voices of my homeland tutelage I carry, whispering the songs of my roots And this, a millennium cannot … Continue reading SON OF THE SOIL