The Letter M.

Everyone talks about us reclaiming the ‘n’ word. Quite frankly, I would like to kill all associations with the word that begins with the letter ‘m’.

So sad that Roy Hodgson can’t tell a simple story without the media creating a furore.

Let’s not play like the mammal that doesn’t hear, talk nor see, but instead educate ignorant minds so that they hear it right, speak sense and see the idiocy that doesn’t make one colour-blind, but blind to see the effect and affect of a word that blights one colour.

By the way Roy, you meant no harm or malice, don’t let the media twist our minds by drinking from their poisoned chalice.



30 years,

29 was full of ups and downs,

Mixed emotions,

The tears of a clown,

But I clown upon my misery,

And climb upon my successes,

Like graduating in my masters,

And my brother’s wedding,

Being the best man,

With God’s blessing,

I keep going till I crack the code,

Like JavaScript,

But stuck in debug mode,

Working through the fuzzy logic,

Without going psycho,

To get back on the right path,

Of my mental map,

Try to stay on track,

And not lose control,

Of my train of thought

As I train my thoughts

To sort out my priorities

For the third decade

To not defer my dreams

Instead turn them into scenes

To form the screen reel

Of a successful reality


I’m counting on you

For you to set me free

And be the real C-H-U-D

That everyone and I

Want to see,