MY CHASE

When I ask to hug youI’m not trying to feel the softness of your breast I just want to hear how fast your heart beats when I’m close by
If your touch tickles meIt’s not that I respond to stimulus,But because your aromatic fingers touches a nerve in my soul
Sussing your eyes outIs not to be sure of their colorBut to see the amount of happiness that swim in them
Holding your hands unto my chestIs not for you to feel my temperature But to hear and see how my heart starves for you
Holding your palm in mineIs to read the sexy thoughts in your mindNot to feel the touch
If the world wants beauty Let it find youIf wants nature avail your soulIf it wants love, let it find you and me.I love you
Your sexy lips I can’t wait to kiss Not because they are soft But to share your breath So as for you to become me and I will become you Eternity we shall be together For children we shall hope for three
1)Hope 2)Adorable 3)Venus
For all these I wish my scribes are penning it down For a million years I want to be reminded Of your exquisite existence
Many shall wonder if you ever lived.Perhaps I am mad they will say For I ain’t no Mahatma, or Shakespeare, neither am I Einstein Just a poor wondrous soul trapped in the shackles of your beauty
I don’t care if I get executed Without pardon nor parole or reprieve For no fault of mine I have broken many desired hearts just to behold the majesty and the paragon of your beauty and love
For this I put my heart and soul to rest, no one, not even you should mourn.

Give me a Hand

I’m sorry I let you down Chase. You are forever in my heart and I hope I didn’t let you down that much, I’m here to help pick you up if you give me a hand.
Like I’ve always said, you are my chase, and sometimes what you chase for some reasons will give you a mile or two gap, it takes perseverance, discipline, dedication and love to catch up with your chase.
I’m sorry I’m unable to cope with all your perfect imperfections, your creepy-cools, your almost perfect confusions and your fickle of heart so dear and loving.
Permit me to rest in your abode of wholesomeness, feel safe in your embrace, that I may never want, nor lack. The whole package you are and forever will be. You are all together lovely.
I love you. Your dear friend, Amazing Abdul

A Call of Action to all Africans in and outside the motherland.

As a Pan African, I believe it’s high time African governments grant a right of return to all descendants of slave trade living in the Americas, Europe and the like. I believe African development is intricately woven with the mass exodus of the African diaspora back into the motherland.
VISAs should be eased for them, acquisition of African citizenship shouldn’t be complicated, in fact it should be considered a free pass. The Africans in the motherland need to be conscientized to accept our brothers and sisters who for no fault of theirs were kidnapped and sold into slavery. They don’t need to be part of us, we don’t need to be part of them, they are us, and we are them.
There’s a lot of misinformation and miseducation out there, an attempt by the system to keep Africans(living in the diaspora and in the motherland) fighting each other on who’s fault it is that we can’t integrate or coexist. It’s time we stop discussing our differences and start thinking of a better way to attack the main problem. Discussing our differences only deepens our complex relationship, we should focus more on what defines us as a people than what differentiates us.
Wherever you are, you’ll be treated as black, racism sees no accent or status. We are blacks and Africans first before any other thing. Let’s focus on that. The diasporan elite class should have a rethink of their supposed unwillingness to integrate, because no matter how Europeanized or Americanized you are, you can never be one of them. The system of the oppressor will flush you out like garbage when you become irrelevant to their statistics of integration and black development, which for me is nothing but a flashy jamboree of rhetoric.
You are us, and we are you, time to see each other as one. Africa is the future of the world. Be part of it now, own it now. With love, Abdul Salam Mohammed (Malcolm X), Accra, Ghana.