I gave myself over to the sound 

Of my own heartbeat; 

And the natural state

Of my own base impulses.


For a moment, I put all the shields down

Surfed on the waves of a world

In which, at any given time

Anything can change.


I lay still, conscious of nothing

Not even myself,

Taking it all in,

And I have to say,

That in that moment,

It was, without a doubt,

The best feeling in the world.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by:  Alena-48

The Light To Your Darkness.


Indecisiveness leaves little to nothing

In the way of progress,

Resist the deceitful comfort of stagnancy;

Blaming the world is, and always

Will be the easiest.

But it owes us nothing, Instead

Cherish those you love

Live life as best you can;

Put your heart in the right place

And be the light to people’s darkness.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: Unknown


Results came in for the blog awards, a week back if I’m not mistaken. I never really got to share the news because I was way too busy — also I didn’t win anything 😀 haha. Going into the blog awards I wasn’t necessarily expecting to win, but I wanted to get out of my comfort zone. So, thanks again to everyone who voted for me and congratulations to those who won 🙂 

Have you ever had a question for me but was hesitant or afraid to ask? Well, you can always get do that by using Curious Cat; and the best part is you can ask anonymously. So if you’re afraid of heat, you won’t get any; not that there’s any heat 🙂

The link to my Curious Cat page is here


On The Way (Audio)


Art by: ryky

This is the second poem I have voiced on my blog, I’m planning to make this a thing (even added a “voiced” tab on my blog’s menu). I feel like if my readers can hear how I read my poetry, they can better understand my delivery. Hope you enjoy 🙂

Here is a link to the original poem: On The Way 

(Any suggestions on which poems I should voice next are welcome)




Culmination of each written piece:

Unearthed by the intertwining of multiverse mediums

My “Post-poetry-discovery” personality is past relatable; 

Constantly, I raise the peace sign

As a Self-defining Afrofuturist,

Champion of the Black Star,

Otherworldly ink slinger;

One, if not all, take your pick.

Not entirely the point of focus

As the only thing that needs understanding

Is my position in the war between dark and light.


Before I forget, woe to those

That would dare interfere

With the formation of my inner thoughts;

Often caffeinated as the ballpoint rolls,

Often told its a bad habit – or so rumour has it –

But, if that is indeed the case,

You might as well say the same

Of the source; the art form.



I dance between the parallels of perception

What you think you see of me 

May indeed be the remnant of my astral projection

As each verse does its best to compress

A different facet of my personality.


I am – to surrounding cliques

What Cinderella’s glass shoe is, to her sisters;

I don’t fit, even as they desperately

Try to wear me as their own.

See, when I say I’m transparent

Believe me, I don’t exaggerate

Like glass, you will see through me

But only get to see, what lies beyond me,

And not me.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: Joshua Mays






“Always and forever yours, Africa”

I absolutely love this picture; a combination of the chosen aesthetic and power behind the stripes. I immediately got inspired.



Out, standing,

As if to make existential, in the material,

That I am, indeed, outstanding.

Isolation facilitates

The unabridged flow of my thoughts.


My words and how I deliver them

Will undoubtedly trigger those

That would wish to have me in a position

That best suits anyone,

But me.


Black Magic is what I call my skin, 

I am the fable you grew believing does not exist,

I am that amalgamation of African spirits which

 Make me a nightmare to supremacists.

A sneeze? Please — perhaps even less,

Is more than enough to liquidate 

My supposed confinement.


How do I put this subtly?

“Your belief in my genius is irrelevant”

I am not your disciple; waiting eagerly

For you to say, what I inherently know to be true,

I am that intellectual phantom

You are yet to meet.


– O.D. ©2018


Photo by: sixreadrabbits
















A Date With You, Dear Reader (Final)


A Date With You, Dear Reader (Part 1)

A Date With You, Dear Reader (Part 2)

A Date With You, Dear Reader (Part 3)



“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long” 😉



Black Star constituent with a sharp tongue

Wit with, a not-so-subtle-grit, accompanying what I speak,

My words are a cocktail best served as an extension

Of myself, on the foundation of this fragile existence.


What I stew in my cauldron, I stir to perfection.

Takes time to give my readers what they deserve;

“Nothing short of Argyle in literal form” I always say

The diamonds I dissolve on paper, glitter, if only

To spark that twinkle in your eyes,

A twinkle, you relay back to me, through your screen.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky


















Say hello, to the light in your darkness

I arrive as quickly as I leave

To better understand, quickly transition

To a bird’s eye view

Of the trail, I have already blazed

On the world, that is our canvas;

The lines left by flickering flames illustrate

The path I choose — chose — and will

In due time, tread on.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky



To everyone who voted for my blog, thank you 🙂 . I am now waiting for the final results, once I know I will share; in the meantime, I will continue to write. Those who have followed me from the very beginning may notice that I’m not posting as much as I used to in the beginning. Ever since I got my job I have hardly had enough time to do everything I want, but I’m starting to find a balance. Soon i’ll have a holiday, and rest assured, I will go crazy on catching up then 😀

By the way, have you ever had a question for me but was hesitant or afraid to ask? Well, you can always get do that by using Curious Cat; and the best part is you can ask anonymously. So if you’re afraid of heat, you won’t get any; not that there’s any heat 🙂

The link to my Curious Cat page is here


Get to know me, and I, you.




My exterior, without a doubt

Has a forcefield that, 

To many, may seem impenetrable;

That may actually be the case,

But maybe it isn’t.


See what I did there?

That is, perhaps the best re-enactment

Of what those around me see during my interactions

I tell you something, without actually saying anything,

So engrained with the art, I am a mobile riddle.


Untying the knots that bind me

Is not the be all, end all,

I wish he would realize that

*ahem* pardon me, for showing my humanity.


In a bid to avoid being a narcissist like my mentor

I took every deviation possible;

Avoidance so overdone to the point of charting

Yet another, self-fulfilling prophecy.


I write about myself and they call me a narcissist

Given the impressionable labels of the consensus, I may be,

But did you take a moment to consider the fact

That I talk about myself

Because that may be, the one thing

I believe I actually know of?


The way I speak can be likened to that

Of an upside-down pyramid

Words start scattered all over the place, 

Eventually narrowing down to a singular point;

With that said, It may be time

For our fourth date, dear reader

I believe it is long overdue.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: GUWEIZ









Please vote for my blog Original-Dante (O.D.) in the #ZimBlogAwards. Voting ends on 21 February 2018. Any support would be greatly appreciated. The link to the votes and polls is here

My blog can be found under the Arts & Culture section 🙂




Explored and went so deep into the self

Mapped out the makings of my intricate design,

Somewhere along the way, up became down

Left became right, right?

I would affirm that

But even those became tightly strung to denial.


The labyrinthian pathways were the least

Of my worries, for what use is delving deeper

Unlocking conscious gates

When you can not, even in the slightest

Locate the exit?


– O.D. ©2018


Art by:  ryky


waiting_for_a_new_day_by_caringwong-d8lodqf.jpgPlease vote for my blog Original-Dante (O.D.) in the #ZimBlogAwards. Voting ends on 21 February 2018. Any support would be greatly appreciated. The link to the votes and polls is here

My blog can be found under the Arts & Culture section 🙂




It’s power when you,

Within an instance, note the dotted lines

Meant to mark your lane,

Linking, eating them

In a single stream, like Pac-man.


Conscious of the limits projected,

Breaking what they term impossible,

Refilling my food palate

All in tandem.


The colour in my voice leaves arcs,

Leaping over the world’s hurdles

Sometimes in multiple shades

Terrestrials choose to call it a rainbow

But to each their own

For my words use the storm as a platform.


I fear no-one, but respect everyone

Chose a medium that does best to keep up

With what? Except, the traffic of my thoughts

Its creations, and all that follows.


I am not for everyone, nor do I want to be

Each match struck comes from a real place

I will not tell you what you want to hear

But what I believe I need to tell you.


– O.D. ©2018




Art by: CaringWong