Watch Me Phly Past

i went to school, came back had learnt what i already knew...

looked down on.

"don't disappoint us" they say, to a person they don't know. this time around don't mess up, to deafened ears f a self & universe taught woman. a box they don't know the location to.

chemically, mechanically, surveyingly engineer your own shit, with BA's, your HONS, PHd's, make it so you leave your mark behind just like the ones before you. make it so that yr Bsc's MBA's & your point averages count up to make the total of you; that people talk about you, like you talk AT me.

my path is G plated, had in-seam stitches holding my shit together, my name on it and trademarked.

you look down on me, shun me, wanna say it out loud so your party listens on, what is it?

comfort yourself with me, take it now, run with it while I'm still here. from me you get a head start.

my shit is copy-written, your 2am "life lessons" are just a vent of multiple sexual frustrations, work load, smashed black cars, envy of spinning wheels. 320's, 270's coins, i don't beam... booty call cabs, i walk, repair shoes... dust them off. and proud!

starting & staring from 'my end', but don't for 1 minute think its from the bottom. but I'm climbing. from the bottom of my being.

stop.

wait.

watch me phly past!

blessed. with an atmosphere like mine. exampled... those i keep around me dream like me, big like me, guess what haters we rock the hell outta 'em shades. we go hard!

those i choose to surround myself with love real, passion, fire, talented, black, 'mosadi', banna, motswana. we are not stray, rather multi talented, diverse, pinky n the brain tryna take over the world, this world, your world, our world. 

i get carried away trying to explain to you that i am deleting those weeds, diminishing the fungus my lovely haven, my mind has accumulated over the years. 

my light complexened ass apologizes for your bumping ride and the weak reception.

we at Gino make it so we affect deeper, infect spiritually and brand darker.

watch me phly past!

Gino Obuseng

PAST PRESENT & FUTURE

It has always seemed easier, I guess, to write of things confusing, hurting, inconclusive, incomprehensible.

Simply when, after nights spent in passion, in blinding bliss, there were then night’s alone, craving; the pen would not free the words fast enough.

Even as I admit the statements above seem of confusion.

Understand me when I say: clarity has never been so clear.

Before I guess what was at that exact time I thought like a dream I could shift & change at my will. Though voicing ‘everything happens for a reason’, I did not practise. Falling in love, in awe, trusting the idea that I had of formable & tangible relationships…

Ideas that I had back then have what my past in its presence could have be… can had been??

The past, my past, this past of this lifetime, seems up & down, side-to-side, round ‘n round, twirling, swirling until it came to a dead halt… it stopped. 

Master I have preached & verbally proved over & over as much as I could to hearing ears… I feel now I am ready to learn further, push deeper, and practise intensely. My present, as still as my grounded presence. I can re-shape all that I know, with metaphors & examples of diverse situations as much as I can.

I confuse my present with the thoughts I had yesterday of what today would be like. I take so much responsibility for the universe’ intends & tends…

The reigns I try to control & tug on are endless, I just LET GO! And oh…the world still spins… 

Gino Obuseng