About Me

I’m good at drawing which made me friends with Superman and Spider-Man. I’m good at breaking bones, a tale for another day, I’m good at cramming the words written by my mother and that made me a poet. I’m not good at listening to people who said the sky was a different color from blue.

I used to be the black-brown-stubborn yet intelligent kid who took the steps of understanding Mathematics at night and spoke English by dawn. No one liked the fact school was an easy wear for me but now life has many doors of humbling you especially if you stutter on your way to being a first born.
I am the first, the first one who could spell the world before he knew it, some call me a sorcerer of it like I own an orb of brain buried in my tongue. I am not mediocre and I am not ordinary, I am not the same spoon that fed the hate you give.

If you give me a scramble piece of empty letters, I will nurture it and give it meaning, if you give me lines and curves, I will weave another world for you to see, if you give me a melancholic nurse then she will heal me from the trouble of falling in a deep pit of untrue love.

I like Wednesdays because it is close to the weekend and it can be yellow, I like music so long it is not silent, I like silence when the mind needs it, I like sleep for the visit of the intuitive pilgrims. I don’t like the pessimism of dragging a feet into excuses.

I know a lot about words, letter of lentulus (lol), people that hurt me, lines that made history, knives from senders that hurt my family, I know a lot about building a home even while I don’t have a land. I know nothing about God, man and life.

I admire the sun and how it lives freely, the moon and how it shines subtlety. I don’t respect shadows that frighten me talk more of cockroach that do not know privacy.

I believe in God and everything he made, I don’t believe life was made to be this complicated.

I seem to be the first in telling the truth and living in them as a poet, I seem not to be the shadows written in the deity of gods, bards and Kings.

Ruddapoet