Wading the Tide

Samson And Delilah

43 Wading the Tide The Taste of Foam Foamy eyes, foamy throats s-s-s-s-s-s-e-e- u - u- p! the long seep from a foam-crowned mug satisfying! Illusory satisfaction amidst vultures soaring in the sky, in search of carrions - victims for criticizing the king of decay. Is the world just foams all the time, or is it just this dungeon? Farmers who care less about the nature of their harvest in so far as there’s foam? Afraid of the vultures in the sky, they pretend not to smell the decay and shamelessly, those with eyes and voices bury their brains in foam all year round. Posterity will always question so put down those foamy thrones and be Cabrals and Fanons - map out a better day for posterity. Samson And Delilah When towards the colossal one strives, none notices the travails; but how all long the colossus to bring down. How we feed fat on rumours, how we enjoy slander, listening to and spreading and with the demonic painting brush of the infernal tempter, polish the colours to suit our envious whims all in a bid to crush this colossus. 44 The Outcast And in comes Delilah, Samsonizing in vain; this puppet of the conspirators. And coated stories she churned with that reptilian tongue to suit the taste of the envious, and now their chance to tell and tell. How she strew the streets with slander and defamation, all in a bid Samson’s thoraxes cage to crack and so soil his integrity while giving herself undeserved fame, while usurping another’s crown. And the verbal strokes of her tongue her type enjoyed and multiplied. But nothing is like the conscience, the sole judge with all the facts. Let the tongues wag, their greedy slanderous appetite to satiate, after all what is the wind to the sun’s rays? Let them say... Fear The White Man’s Country Fear the white man’s country, some people go there and come back well some people go there and come back sick Fear the white man’s country. Fear the white man’s country, some people go there and come back home some people go there and are heard of no more Fear the white man’s country. But Blood, they say, is thicker than water. ...