Liberté ! égalité ! fraternité!

if you want what I want even when you don’t want admit it,

how do I get what I want with you around?

black slaves couldn’t get physical freedom,

so they sang spirituals and obtained spiritual freedom.

I want Obama to know this country doesn’t financial reform,

it needs spiritual and mental reform,

they say buy and spend so everyone can be happy,

as if happiness came in a box with a price tag on

you spend 50,000 to get an education

but a lifetime to learn life’s lessons

because true learning is priceless

and it is written that the Son of God learned obedience

by the things He suffered

as if there’s no learning without suffering

or no pain, no glory

no cross, no crown.

Fill the blanks and you are shooting blanks

don’t give me that blank look

because I told you not to look

at the writing on the wall

that says do the walk and not the talk

this poem is for the generations and not for admiration

carry it in your mind until it turns into action.



hey, look here:

“All I want is what you want.”


I want to make love and not war,

i want to be famous, rich, charming, amazing, a star,

i want people to bow all the way to the ground when they see me go by,

i want people to hang on at every word that falls off my lips,

i want my father here, my friend here, my uncle and aunt here,

i want them alive and well,

i want to erase the past and make every moment count,

i want to be respected and loved everywhere I go,

i want my statue to be erected in the middle of the Atlantic

and for it to be seen all the way from the moon

i want what you want,

day in and day out,

I want beautiful cars, beautiful women and beautiful children

not in any particular order,

i want my name remembered for generations,

i want my name to be sung by every lip

and treasured by every heart

i want what you want

even when you don’t want to admit

that you want what I want

there’s nothing new under the sun

since the devil told Eve you could be like god

men and women, from the bedroom to the boardroom

try to be gods over each others.

all I want is what you want

a world where everything and everyone obeys at my will

happy when I’m happy

sad when I’m sad

i want…


hello, I’m finally done with finals and I can finally turn my life around and do all the things I always dream about doing during school like sleep, eat, drink, read and repeat that cycle over and over until I start begging to go back to school.

For now, I decided to start a series of stories contained in poems, let me know what you think. To start off, I wrote this poem about suicide for an African, and more particularly a Congolese. You are taught that life is sacred and no matter how bad it gets, there’s always hope, but there’s some stuff you just can’t let go. I dedicate this to all brothers and sisters from the East of Congo: Even when the world has forgotten about you, I won’t.

My life
this life of yours isn’t yours
But It belongs to God and your community
When I was 12 years
I weighed 75 kilos(140 lbs)
And I was 1meters 52 centimeters(5ft tall)
I found a man who hanged himself on a tree
It was our neighbor Sir Mukoli
I ran to mommy who ran to daddy who ran to his family and friends who ran back to the dead man
They told me to stay in the house
I was told later that he got whipped and spit on
Then he was buried
Few cried
Many were angry
I was told
This life of yours isn’t yours
But its for God and your community
I was married to a beautiful wife
And had two beautiful girls
When they came
They were like grasshoppers
Killing and devouring what family have planted with sweat and blood
They raped my neighbor’s wife
Then they raped my wife and my girls
They made me watch it
I wished it was a dream
I knew I was in Hell
But I was told
This life of yours isn’t yours
It belongs to God and the community
I have been planning it for a month
My family has been keeping
An eye on me
like a nurse on a suicide watch
As if they knew
I was already gone

Ready to join my loved ones
They refused to hear me talk like that
So I lied that I was ok
I started going to work the field
Like before it happened
Then one day I left home
With the pictures of my wife and daughters
I passed the cord on my neck
and chose the biggest branch of the sad looking baobab.
But I was told
This life of yours isn’t yours
But it belongs to God and the community.

Don’t you quit on me!!!

Let me start this post with this amazing poem whose author is unknown to me, but if you know him or her, please let me know, poems like this are part of my secret weapons as a warrior:

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.


After placing this poem, I let a week pass by, waiting for a lighting bolt to spring me into coming up with those clever words that would make this post memorable for you reader, but I can’t find anything to say other than:

don’t…ever…give…up when the publishers, the producers tell you no!

do…give…up when your girlfriend/boyfriend tell you no!

don’t…ever…give…up when you pray and He’s not answering!

don’t…ever…give…up when they tell you it’s over when you are just getting started!

do…give…up when you hurt someone and you can’t heal or when you kill and you don’t give life!

it’s not because you are alive that you are not dying, you have to keep you head in Heaven and your feet solidly planted on Earth to survive this short breeze we like to call life.

Decide.Today.To be.All.You. can be.

more inspiration could be found here: