Deep Sleep

He was dreaming
Of a place far far away
That’s why when they took him
He didn’t shake a breathe
They wept like they meant it
Spoke kind words like popes
What a world they said
But he kept dreaming
Lilies and roses
He must have slept for so long

Because when he woke up
It was all dark
Like an owl’s nest
The dream was over
He was very sure

But where am I?
His hands couldn’t move three inches up
His legs refused to make his favorite arc
This room is so tight
He needed air
Badly
Someone must have locked him in the cellar
Where is everyone?
He tried to call Adaora
Ada biko bia
His voice was hoarse
Strange like another tongue

That’s when he remembered
He saw her teary eyes
She was screaming his name
Uzoka o, Uzoka dim
But the lilies and roses
They looked so lovely

That’s when he remembered
He died
And was buried.

Iya

She must set forth before dawn
before the moon sleeps too deep
Before the white collared ones jug
accross the paved streets
Waving square bags
and fumbling with neck ropes.

She must set forth
Before the heavy breasted ones
sway past past with goods unsold.

She must set forth to tend her own
she is the master of multiple personality
order
she - the doctor
she - the herbalist
she - the teacher
she - the caregiver
she - the preacher
she - the lover
she - the friend

she is the mother....

The Rebel

Last night i stayed in bed all through. Waiting for him to come. Waiting to hear his footsteps on the wooden floor of my room. I wascrawled into a bun like a wounded millepede. I have to protect myself. I am like the endangered specie Ms. Grace talked about in her Biology class.

"If you tell anyone, i'll kill you"

His eyes burnt through his skull like fire and tears flowed freely down my face. Papa was a fierce looking man. He had thick, dark brows that were barely divided at the center of his forehead. His dark skin made it difficult to tell where the brows began and where they ended. I remember playing with his bushy beard when i was five. Now i'm ten.

"Things are different now, you're a woman now and i have to protect you. Its my duty as a father and i will not fail God. We must obey Him." he told me during one of his late night visits to my tiny room.

"Your bear-bear can plait shuku now" Mama often teased him. I thought he looked like Santa Claus, my very own Father Christmas. The big belly, the huge features and his wonderful black beard. But Mama was gone and i did'nt play Santa and daughter with Papa. I'm all grown up now.


"No one will know what happened to you if you die. I'll say you killed yourself, you hear" He pushed me against the wall last night. My back still hurts with pain. I started to recite Psalm 23 queitly like Mama taught me. How i miss her smell.

He leads me through the path of righteousness for his name sake
even though i walk through the valley of the......

I heard footsteps...he was coming for me....

Silence is golden

ive been thinking

ive been writing

ive been sleeping

ive been playing

ive been travelling

one thing i havent been doing

is blogging :)

Waiting for the Sun

Its been raining
Seven days since the last time we met
Ive been counting
Till we see again
Each drop, each second
waiting for the yellow sun

My head is filled with thoughts
Nightmares
Sweet fantasy
Your face invades my deepest secrets

Calm magic
stay with me forever
let our hearts engrave a sign
on this brown earth
like the lovers of old
One Romeo
The other Juliet
Stay

The Rihanna Syndrome

Our society must stop this cycle of helplessness that traps abused women. We must give them the help they need to escape the abusive spiral. But women must begin holding their loved ones to a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to violence- Jane Velez-Mitchell


Let me tell you a short story.

Girl meets boy, both fall in love. They rock the world together, or so it seems. Girl thinks she's found her soulmate and boy thinks...well never mind what boy thinks. Why? Cos boy beats up girl one day, and another day. Girl thought she couldnt take it anymore and told evereyone the dirty little secret...boy is a 'woman eater!'

Girl cries her heart out but knew she had to leave Boy alone for her own good....The End

Right?....Nope! the story doenst end there. Instead it starts all over again...Girl meets boy...yada yada yada

After the Rihanna and Chris Brown fight, i thought to myself "Good thing she dumped him. What were they doing together anyway?" Bue dear Rihanna proved me wrong by taking pity of the poor loverboy who did a lame apology song...without the words "I am sorry" appearing even once on the whole track! And in three weeks she forgot all about chris banging her head against the passenger window,in 3 weeks she forgot all about lover boy biting her hands ,punching her face and putting her in a headlock. Love, love, love...abi?

No, this is simply a classic case of battered woman's syndrome. She probably thinks she cant be happy with anyone else. she thinks he's her soulmate and life would me miseralbe without him. (Isnt that what they all sing about). however, real life is different from the 'RiBro' fantasy. I commend the Americans who observed the hazard this love story holds for young people. Not only does it send the message that domestic violence is permissible, it also portends a society where women put themselves at risk and fall into the brutal cycle of powerlessness, fear and low self esteem that often accompanies abusive relationships. To top the cake with icing, men like Chris Brown are given the liberty to remain abusive as long as they can sing a hopeless apology song after each pummeling and God help the Rihannas of this world, he would probably do an èncore at their funerals.

Miss Sanders and the Islanders

By now, Nigerian women are used to their men‘s sense of gender superiority. An average Nigerian man can acquire up to four wives and still not see a woman as more than an object to decorate his house with.
Recently, the United States ambassador to Nigeria, Ms. Robin Renee Sanders, was at the Island Club to deliver a lecture on Political Democratic Transitions. After the lecture, one of the guests, a female, pointed out that the Island Club was all male.
”In this 21st century,” Sanders replied, ”you can‘t be a leader if you exclude half of the world‘s population from being members of your club. If I had known about the all male status of this club, I would have reconsidered my invitation.”
To salvage an apparently embarrassing situation, the former Secretary-General of the Commonwealth, Chief Emeka Anyaoku got up and responded, saying, ”Thank God you didn‘t know about the club‘s all male status before getting the invitation. And now that you have pointed this out, it will serve as food for thought for the Islanders.”

Source: http://www.punchng.com/

Need i say more? ; )