Today, we shall lay to rest a man who wrote fifteen novels, bore three sons and a daughter, and waited to see tens of grandchildren. After 95 years, we finally mark the sweet leap to yonder of my mentor, the man who build a global media company from scratch, and shook the literary stage with a simple quake of his pen.
Death is a function of nature that must activate itself at some point. We have no sadness or pain or regret in allowing the African Bull safe passage into that controversial realm – the other life. But we’re joyous to look back and see what I call the Kingdom of Sweat, the palace of pain, and the era of making the impossible emphatically possible.
By all means I am proud that my grandmother accepted this man. I pray a simple thanksgiving to the gods who kill great men...
I got a pendulum in the house.
Ticking away to every thought.
My notions attentive to its motion.
I relapse at the laps of every hour.
Slipping away like quicklime.
The final lap should come before I collapse.
How do I make my seconds rhyme?
When my mime is at its prime.
Because this time surely cost's a dime.
If God had a petition court,
I’d ask him to slow down his Chronometer.
Ask him for one more hour on the clock.
One more day on the week.
One more week on the month.
One more month on the calendar.
One more time to ask for more time.
To make every minute minute count.
To leave a good chronicle in time.
Script n Rhyme
Tired geek at the end of the week
Content not coded to the Intent
Wanting to ‘run’ life in debug mode
Building main life always returns an error
At the rate of amnesia being high
Why is debugging so memory intensive
The team server is offline half the time
Profiler indicating worn out snap shots
Yet revert modifications is disabled
Checking out a new template every New Year
Importing and adding to favourites
Only to forget to compile and process it
A quick version checks ‘aging fast!
Time to package and upgrade
Settle down on permanent storage
Advanced commands defining responsibility
Hard to trace, calibration all the tougher
All the time, a need to scan for external changes
The pallets come in handy
Dragging and dropping from that scripture
Auto running feeds from that soap-opera
Looking up to the skies
Wondering who’s got the...