Music Man

Read at Radio Universe, UG. 21st Jan, 07.

As the sun rises and sets
you stay under the shadow of his curse
noble and stigmatic is his lyrics
and in this umbrella you shall abide

The music man is like a drunkard
he plays his steps like card
and makes of you a leech
perching everlastingly to his lyrics
he is nothing without his rhythm
and that makes him survive-
kicking him eternally alive
it is positive inspiration to his soul
like a seed, in it he thrives
his record is sold
or not, all he knows
is his hearer

With rhythmical frisky madness
lyrical infatuation and meditating rhymes
he possesses no higgledy-piggledy in his mind
but high sense-not shiftless

With strings of vibrates
he knows that which he says
there is no jilt-his music
he the preacher
you the listener
in him lives the true African spirit
simple with nature
peaceful and true with nature

As he listens to the voice of the sea
and the soothing whispers of the trees
for unsung and unheard melodies
he gets strong beats

He taps his feet
and gets to write feet
pure for tone setting
to the language all understand
the tune we all can dance
in harmony with all the keys-
that is what he sings-
sheer music

His degree?
from the university of African music
he composes his beats
in harmony with the streets.