Hustle And Bustle

Is been a long way coming but one never seem to get there.
As the branches of the clock chased each other, the theme of minutes drawn from each time is not gained back like an alopecia who has loss of hair.
As one wake up to derive inspiration from the book of Mark, lashes of thoughts are received from the aroma of goodness in the air.
One walks into the ecosystem looking wild and unkept mostly and the masses sees him as one who doesn’t care.
The mirrored aspect of each day bring home a thought of being extinct from a well to do life.
The only acquaintances one has are the eyes to see, the legs to walk,mouth to shout, head and shoulders to carry and hands to pull,push,lift and drag all because in the adventure of struggling they are the only friends you can have.
The sweetness of life seems to be far away, for the solo feeling of sweetness occurs in between the hustle when sweat glands commences its racing of fluid swiftly with some part dripping unto the tongue and body.
The prognosis of it all is to witness Poverty’s A.D.
The annex of striving cuts its blade through all works of living.
Where everyone is trying hard to be a better brethren.
The sky is truly the limit but even with adequate preparation, gravity acts against our dreams.
As one yean the desire to acquire success, the weight of hardwork establish itself on ones arms.
And at the sight of the crooked paths of success one tends to catch fear of the thorns along its paths.
But with insistence one needs to tip toe through to the very end because perseverance conquers all.

Written by Kwame Dunamis

Corona The Jealous god

Where from this corona?

Where did it emanate?

Who made him angry?

A wicked individual that has sympathy as its proximal allergy.

This man takes no delight in hiding in its dark cold nest no more.

As a solo persona, he causes the earth and its inhabitants to migrate from the normal.

Dare you dare him and he fixes on your head his helmet of loneliness and pain and pushes you to the distal points of unity.

He came as we were yet to gather our hay and singly caused a coup d’etat just so that our fears would be integrated towards him and him alone.

A jealous God indeed.

Positive to none but negative to all.

He corruptly pushed himself through the path of interruptions of good health and crowned himself god making himself a pandemic.

What a self centered leader.

He gives no one any clue to criticize him not to talk of eradicate him.

All resources has been deffered from other conditions and channeled towards him and still he has hardened his heart and blinded his eyes to the subtraction he causes in happy and productive life of man.

His presence has decreased the appetite for being gay.

Such a vague personality.

His joy of entangling himself to man has piloted his cunningness through the ecosystem manufacturing a universal phrase:STAY HOME AND STAY SAFE.

He has really forced us to grow thorns on rocky surfaces.

Man experiences diverse challenges each day.

He is swift in his attacks and he causes a dysfunction of the hypothalamus while he causes the melting of mucus through our nostrils processing to the shutting down the lymphatic system and making most of the organs unemployed.

A lot can be said but you being a jealous god doesn’t make you the greatest.

Down we might have fallen but surely we will rise through the safety protocols and cross over to homeostasis.

Written by Kwame Dunamis

Wash your hands regularly. Use Alcohol hand sanitizers when necessary. Wear your masks and observe social distancing.

Marriage A Continuum


A tele vision of a developed courtship,

Which is established on friendship,

A word which causes chaos in the minds of the single,

A refusal to create peace brings about pressure from every angle.


An individual that is accompanied by nagging, happiness, offsprings and a lot of sweat,

An individual that is the advocate to companionship on earth,

Understanding of the multitasked nature of this individual would need a gross concentration,

Wait, don’t process your thoughts already. This doesn’t mean you and I cannot disintegrate its cyst. All you need is the right preparation.


A well furnished building,

Which has happiness and joy planted in its garden,

The architectural planning of this building is drawn on the principals of truth, loyalty, care and empathy,

So individuals who inherit this property must be ready to pay its penalty.


An easy business to start but a tough one to sustain,

With all its duties along its path,makes it cumbersome to contain,

But its true nature is obscure,

So only go getters can cross its vague contour.


A wonderful feeling of bliss,

Which can be preserved mostly through avoidance of remiss,

Anyone under the shelter of this feeling with a good heart surely will enjoy the goodness of life drawn in fine art.

Written by Kwame Dunamis

Dedicated to my lovely aunt. Love you

The Betrayal

As blinded as I was, I stumbled upon a shallow trust thinking I was going to be lifted back into the aroma of faithfulness.
But to my dismay, a strong wind run swiftly pass the tree of life in front of me causing the betrayal leaves to isolate itself from it’s branches hitting straight into the chambers of my heart.
At that instance my eyes halted in its indefinite functions and singled itself to visualizing the lies that nature presented.
Oh what a world!
The departments of pretence are built right in front of my house but my knowledge in construction failed to give me a tip off.
I prepared all my efforts, love, hope, trust and loyalty and handed it over to friendship and charity.
But the seed of goodness I purchased were thrown unto the hard rocks of reality.
Pain knocked on my occluded eyes as tears of hurt run down my body. I kept whispering to myself ” Why me?, What did I do wrong?, Do I deserve this?.
What can I say.
There is no elucidation for these scenes I witness.
In the existence of man, one thing we fail to repent from is trying to please every individual we encounter.
A French man once said ” Dans la vie, vous devez persuader votre cerveau de suivre vos actions.”

Written by  Kwame Dunamis

Cheating The Final Resort

Why do people enjoy cheating?
Why can’t we stay with one partner?
Why are we so obsessed with sex?
Which part of flesh is different from what our eyes visualizes in our partners?
Sex, a quarantined seasonal feeling of electrical impulses.
Oh God!
Why cheating?
Is that the only thing we seek for in our partners?
Why allow a flummoxed thought get you to bend the empathic aspect of your relationship.
Is it wealth?
Is it body shape?
Is it resources of any kind?
Only if I knew the source of this pandemic I would have gathered all strength to eradicate it.
Is staying faithful to one person too much rule to adhere?
Oh mother nature rest your wisdom on man for our manual to happiness in relationship is lost.
A bird whispered that it could be as a result of assumption, procrastination, hurt, revenge or even addiction.
Hmm what a sad life.
If life was all about sex why then do you waste your time to seek for other things.
There is no secondary blame for this characteristics.
Is it the fault of more friction between our self control sphincters which has made itself vulnerable to the back flow of unnecessary pleasure into our thoughts?
Even though the attitude and actions of our partners triggers us to cheat but wait, take a minute and glance through your plans against your partner and ask yourself that is CHEATING THE LAST RESORT?
A wise man once said” Relationship is built on the element empathy. If your partner does what you are doing will you be happy?”

Written by Kwame Dunamis

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