I Must Be Myself


I can’t crack myself any longer for ineffectual ties.

If you  can fancy me for what I am, we shall be happier

If you can’t, I will still be joyful.  

 It was never for me to hide my tastes.

Under the sun and rain I have seen your abilities.

I will not mar you and I by what you call

‘My unattainable longings’
If i am true, but not in the same truth with you,

We don’t merit each other.

 I will seek my own.

I do this not selfishly, but modestly and truly.
I have shown you what you deserve as attention;

It’s seems your interests and mine are all different.

I have dwelt in agony due to your disappointments

It sunned and rained on me.

 Does this sound harsh to you?

You will soon see reason in what is dictated by my nature,

I can’t sell my liberty and power, all,

To serve fruitless sensibilities.


                                                                                            Chester Mbangchia

When in Dungeons 

When In Dungeons 
They sat in their dark dungeons 

They watched their portraits in their consciences 

Escape was their only hope

How did they arrive there?
They remembered old merry days

They thought in nostalgia

Their feathers were plucked

How did they arrive there?
Their memory bounced and bounced

Their former itching palms resurfaced 

Their infatuation with fame emerged.

How did they arrive there?
Their loyalties to nature is the path out

Their swaggers dropped 

Their daggers withdrawn

Their gang ablaze is the escape volt. 

Citywide Obtuesness 


Sometimes grabbing a new artistic form can be very challenging, but life is all about facing challenges.

A recent invention, the Bop was created by Afaa Michael Weaver during a summer retreat of the African American poetry organization, Cave Canem. Not unlike the Shakespearean sonnet in trajectory, the Bop is a form of poetic argument consisting of three stanzas, each stanza followed by a repeated line, or refrain, and each undertaking a different purpose in the overall argument of the poem. The first stanza (six lines long) states the problem, and  the second stanza (eight lines long) explores or expands upon the problem. If there is a resolution to the problem, the third stanza (six lines long) finds it. If a substantive resolution cannot be made, then this final stanza documents the attempt and failure to succeed.

Okay. Let’s do the Bop…

  1. Taking shortcuts through a labyrinth of light at noon,
  2. It is squalid everywhere-
  3. Strange dump part the shadows ahead
  4. Smearing parcels hang everywhere on the said to be streets,
  5. Decaying particles in all gutters
  6. Citywide, abject obtuseness

  1. Through the grey pavements, all sexes,
  2. None hangdog of the suffocation, queue up.
  3. The dark clouds and sandy winds-
  4. Hover through the fissures of the roads
  5. Saddened faces of children display in absolutism
  6. Perplexity and bemusement chocks a South-Westerner,
  7. All stand strange to them.
  8. Citywide, abject obtuseness

  1. This had been solved by the council,
  2. Solved, yes, solved.
  3. Yes, oh!
  4. It always has been,
  5. True, during campaigns.
  6. Citywide, abject obtuseness


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