In the movie titled The Count of Monte Cristo, an adaptation of the book written by Alexandre Dumas , a young and successful sailor who had just been promoted to captain returns to marry his fiancee, Mercedes. He is betrayed by his best friend on the eve of his wedding, without trial, he is condemned to spend the rest of his life in prison at Chateau d’If.
In prison, he meets Abbe Faria who is instrumental to his escape. Dantes escapes and swims to land, a feat no one is known to have been able to pull. In the wake of his realization of freedom at last, Dantes becomes so overjoyed that he runs wild across the shorelines scream-ing, only to be discovered by a band of pirates.
Prior to Dantes showing up, Luigi Vampa and his band of pirates were about to bury Jacopo alive for not sharing some of the treasure he had discovered. At the same time, some of the pirates wanted Jacopo’s life to be spared. In the process of coming up with a solution, Dantes shows up running across the ocean in blissful abandon.

Luigi Vampa decides he had to fight against Jacopo to keep the pirates entertained. If he won the fight, his life would be spared and he would join the pi-rates. On the other hand, if he lost, Jacopo would be accepted back in the team and those who pleaded his mercy would be delighted.
Dantes who had been trained to fight by Abbe Faria was not moved by this challenge. Accepting it, he defeats Jacopo but does not kill him.
So Dante speaks up, “Senior Vampa, allow Jacopo to live. He’s already suffered enough with the prospect of being buried alive. The men that wanted to see some sport have seen it. Those who wanted mercy for Jacopo will get it. And by keeping me and Jacopo, you will have yet another skilled sailor and fighter for your crew”.
Vampa replied, “It’s a deal”.
This is one of my favorite scenes in the movie and one that demonstrates to me, the beauty of words used beautifully.


I started writing poetry in the late 90s. By 2008, I had over 2000 poems both online and in my 1000-paged journal. Back then, many of my friends would hijack this book and flip through the poems while I had fun explain-ing the inspiration behind each of the poems. They made for good conver-sation. And I enjoyed watching eyes light up when I talked about a poem.
One thing I noticed however, was that no matter who read a poem or who I talked to about a poem, we had the same joys, the same struggles, the same triumphs and the same pains. The only thing that was different in all was our different contexts and slightly different backgrounds.
I have written a book that logs some of my favourite poems. My intention is to take you through a personal journey with reflections of my fantasies, life, imaginations and lessons.
In Things I Wanted To Tell You In Other Words, I will paint in my own words, conversations in some of my relationships, some of my adventures and romantic escapades. I will let you in on my thoughts on spirituality and also take you through a glimpse of my diary.

I had a lot of fun putting this book together, though I cannot promise you that all my painted words are non-fictional.
These are things I wanted to tell you in other words. Yes, you!