SACRIFICE

SACRIFICE …all “good” things come to the desperate… Somewhere in West Africa 1679 “It’s a girl,” the midwife mumbled in a raspy voice. She was a short woman with a bent back, and withered skin much like dates—shrivelled and brown. Nneka smiled a little then turned her face away. She wasn’t sad, but at the same…

Breathing After the Pain

​ When that sad event occured it consumed you. You walked around with it, a balloon of black tied to your heart strings. It pulled at your mind, guiding you -choking you. It’s constricting presence sucked your essence, draining you like a ferocious parasite. Finding solace in its hollow embrace, you spread its disease -refusing…

​God Calls Me Silly Girl

Sometimes my thoughts weaves an intricate picture. I imagine myself seated at a park or bank of a placid lake. I don’t seat alone; he’s with me. I see me, much smaller, leaning on His shoulder and we’re talking.  I appear to be about five or six years, looking very much like his child, at…

DELECTATION

I like the sound of happiness Of merry-making and gladness If joy was bottled up for sale There’s no mountain I wouldn’t scale I’ll get a million or much more To bathe all who live in sadness core If ecstasy was banned for life Like a criminal it’ll be my knife In hiding I’ll search…

JUNE

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. You would have noticed it’s a bit stormy and the wind is against us. We require a steep manoeuvre through the storm clouds. Passengers are advised to be belted up…” As the captain’s voice droned on mechanically, June’s heart sank. Murmurs erupted as each passenger…