Colour your mind, charm your world

I wonder in the toxins in the land. That a man is no longer safe with his fellow man, that the bees now sting with an intention to kill, that life is nothing but a facade of colours. Some days are extremely beautiful and the other day is just a sad ash day. We have never stopped once to think that we might be the generators of these toxins. We seat like decent people but the little things we neglect cause a great deal of trouble! It may not be intentional but it happened anyway and sometimes we ignore the outcome. How can a man prefer any other thing to the life of a friend? Are thinking about how you've valued something about a human being? It is the smile you refused to render when they needed it! It is betrayal! It is the neglect of family! It is most importantly the refusal to speak! I sit still to ponder over the current state of mind of some persons. Caused by the pains of life, they have given up to depression. Because family refused to play it's role when they ne...

WOMAN  She's a naturally unconscious consciousness  A springing beauty from the bowels of mother earth Her hands spread far and wide  "Woman" is her name  Society has called her weak and of less value  Maybe true, maybe not  But "woman" is the definition of everything that is not  Didn't come to challenge but to glow uniquely  Did you see that house glowing?  Did your babies appear with sparkles and shines? Are there results faster and expected?  It's called womanhood!  There's no chaos in her world  She's a shock absorber with a strong will  An irreplaceable all purpose machine  She's the strongest creation nature has to offer The feeble bones held every other thing except negativity  Fondly called weak, a nature in dwelling But her will supersedes all  She was called to stand on a unique lane  CATALEA BONEZ 

Who remembers the nursery rhymes?  That our country is the giant of Africa  The land of our forefathers, rich with potency  Flowing with milk and honey  Let me tell you what that nation is all about  A hotplate on which man keeps jumping  It is a jungle for the First Class  The honey rich land is a pond of blood  The national table for matters arising Is now the dining table where blood is shared  Decisions are made by the few blood hungry eaters My land is now a stray land  They have sworn to suck the milky streams dry converted by jealousy, they are striving to prevail  In a land where our fathers have sat in love  They seat in contempt and decide the death of brothers  My country is not a country  It is a forest of beasts and preys  It used to be a nation  But I prefer to call it the Republic of Animals.                    CATALE...

HER The green era is slowly fading  Days when men sat and stared  With nothing at heart but the singing silence  Looking far and deep into mother earth's beauty  Boys had no business being men  For they were men with boys in them There was a music that childhood kept playing  Forever more history sang Now the boys have gone away  Through the green life into civilization  The one that has shut the smiles and raised toes  Everyone is afraid of being who they truly are  For you my dear,  Do not forget the charm of greenery The music that the trees make a dawn and a quiet swirling of peace at dusk If we forget her today  Our children may never brace her glory Pick her brown limbs and make her green  She is the future of our unborn generation                                 Catalea Bonez

Dear Hopeless,     It has been a long, tiring walk we had over the years and we're still going on. I remember those nights we'd sit together all night, contemplating on the best way for me to come over to the other side, that slow conception of breakthrough whenever I thought of it. I remember being with you all day just to fight loneliness, most importantly, sadness. I started walking today and I realized I was alone, I let go of my shell and I stepped out for a while, what a breath of fresh air. I wasn't exactly free from my weak mind but I could see a ray of light from the cracked walls. It was a beautiful day outside today. I want to let you know that I want to give life a chance. To beat me up, hurt me, break me, make happy, make me laugh or go crazy. Either way, I want to feel something from this mysterious world and I don't intend to leave on my will because I didn't come on my will. I hope you'll be fine when I finally break those walls open to br...

Today looks as beautiful as every other day. The cool spring breeze, and the serenity that eludes me. Makes no difference but something deep has uprooted the tight strings of peace and there is an uproar in my soul. Today I feel the sting of mistakes made and I have never learnt lessons as difficult as I have learnt this one but I am grateful for a life that will write no matter what. My will to write is my life. Alone I stand but my words invade me and makes me whole. There is no pain greater than regret and today I will start living without the pangs of my past. I will love and love like nothing matters and I will protect my own and if I can, I will protect your own. No matter what I have done or who I have been, my value has not changed, I am a woman of valour and greatness and my strength shall be felt in all areas of the earth. I will shake the African bottle until it turns green again. I have scorged hearts and destroyed souls but I have come today to tell the story, that you ma...

There is an uproar for elites  Lads that have out grown childhood  Sisters that have become mothers They never fail, they are omini glorious  I'm trying to hold the ever running hands  To grace the face of knowledge and fame  I keep running but back into my cocoon  With no experience I stare in awe  Where do I stand.?  Is there a place for the black sheep ? The ones that look nothing like their predecessors  The square pegs in a round hole  I know nothing about greatness  I hold no cure to low self esteem  We're everywhere and we're broken  Grace the great, Grace us too.                       CATALEA BONEZ 

Fear is the beast of yesterday It has crippled hearts and stopped dreams The unbreakable weakling Bold but empty Fear is that shrill voice from within That golden voice that seems real Voices that make the cocoon comfortable The voice that never fights Fear has shut the mouths of legends Destroyed the visions we should live for It took the Breastplate of leadership A king with little might! Where did you leave your dreams? What about you, your visions? Stand up let's take a walk to greatness First, let's find our own voices Did you speak today? Where is fear? We do not speak when we're uncomfortable We speak especially when we're uncomfortable                          CATALEA BONEZ