Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Monday, June 19, 2017

ALWAYS PRAY FOR YOU




Every day I get down on my knees to pray
I asked God to watch over you each day
You are the reason I wake up in the morning with a smile
I see you in my dreams whenever I look at the sky

You may not know how much it means to care
The fondness of your heart sprinkles everywhere
In my own little way I cannot pay back
Every sacrifice to our friendship you have made

You are like a tree planted by the river
Your countenance blossom seasons over
Without you I am nobody on my own
All I thought have achieved would have long gone

While you are reading this words
Know that I am lucky we crossed paths
We might not be the best of friends
But you are someone I can turn to always

Never stopped from being the best of you
Because of you someone’s life is beautiful
If this wasn’t as good as true
It would be a waste of time telling you


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Thursday, June 1, 2017

GOODBYE MY LOVE



It was a sad lonely day indeed
Getting over a raging storm is difficult
I used to see couples happy together
But for me it's always about a temper

I live in a world deprived of love
Bruises on my face to vouch
Everyday he picks up a fight
Left me sobbing in tears on the couch at night

At first he seem to be an angel
But heaven broke loose and everything apart fell
I could not salvage the man I once love
But saw my heart dragging to an early grave

I don't understand why some one can be so cruel
To a woman who sacrifices all to make her home beautiful
Better to walk away with my head in one piece
Than live a tormented life in abject pain and disgrace

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

MY FATHER IS ALSO A SON TO MY MOM



 
Only today, I got to realize how much a boy he is still.
Tina (my mum) had always cautioned Philip (dad) against his impenitent habit of adding raw salt to an already cooked meal.
She would go from scolding, to soothing. All to no avail. One day she went as far as scaring him by saying he was going to develop Parkinson's disease if he didn't stop consuming raw salt. But the man, just for the sake of calming the heat promised to stop that day.
But did he?
In the earlier hours of today. we were all home except for my only brother, in observance of the public holiday.
The couple were gossiping a friend of there's who wouldn't stop alcoholism and has now developed a kidney failure, when Nora served dads white rice and stew.

Mum was already tying a towel loosely around her pectus. Ready to have her bath.
Changing the channel, I couldn't help but observe dads sudden restiveness with his wife's presence. I could see through his heart, he wanted her to excuse him.
Mum stood and made to the bathroom after her last speech about "how men do not value their lives like women" of course Philip agreed with a strong node, supported with a loud yes. Anything to make her leave immediately.

I had to go back to my sweeping in the kitchen, after successfully changing the channel to African magic family.
Behind me, came a kri shri sound. It was coming from the cupboard.
Dad was stealing salt again.
I made a sharp turn, just in time to find him hushing me with his thick index finger to his closed smiling lips.

I held the explosive laughter that came creeping out from my inside, but I couldn't hold my mouth.
"mummy" I called, "Philip(daddy) is stealing salt"
Dad ran off the kitchen, now laughing.
"leave him, when his hands start shaking, I will be in my in-laws house enjoying my daughters. I will not suffer with him" mum hammered from the bathroom.
How nice it felt, knowing that even my dad is scared of my mums fury.
Truth is, she simply wants him healthy and strong for her.
#daddy can fear mummy too.
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