Thoughts About A Father

Walking through fallowed fields of my soul

Happy memories of a father

The price of precious pursuits

The charm of unfeigned sobriety

The endearing portrait of virility

The assurance of strident care

The fervency of fortitude

A surreal thesis of fatherhood

Engrafted upon my heart

Game Of Chance?

Forget about serendipity. There is more to this than meet the eyes.
What is the probability of running into the same lady, a casual acquaintance, in three different places in three days?
Whilst you are mulling over that, the first thing I noticed on each of the 'random' encounters is the lecherous stir in her eyes. The third encounter did set alarm bells in the mind.
What did I do on the third occasion? I faked a smile and move on with my business, ignoring her. But deep within I felt there was something sinister going on.
Am I being paranoid?

Would You?

Will Jacob Zuma take Mzansi up or down?
Would you I predicted what people will say at the end of his term in power?
Will Barack Obama manage to carve a lasting agenda in town?
Would you mind if I shared with you what I suspect to be brewing in his tower?

Will Atta Mills' decisions ever be considered his own?
Would you care if I told you I dread the deadpan silence from his corner?
Will Prince Charles ever ascend the throne?
Would you bother if you never lived to hear his rhetorical flourishes finer ?

Will Ghana have a few thousand millionaires soon?
Would you care to know that there are a few who got theirs by a loot or two?
Will peace ever dwell under the Middle East's pretty moon?
Would you say a prayer and wait until there are no more lives to lay down too?

Will history ever stop the repeating tune?
Would you and the rest desist from walking down the same crazy path?
Will men ever cease making women moan?
Would you rather they mourned spending the rest of their lives in teary bath?