HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

They say “Blood is thicker than water”

Others passionately say with dignity “This is my blood, my family”

She agrees with all these theories but her little quota and legacy is that “we are all children of Adam and Eve and we are family”

She continues to say names are just words, if you do not have her surname does not mean you are not her child.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Christ was born for me
When I opened my eyes for the first time and felt you holding my hands
My childhood was filled with amazing memories that hovers over my mind each time I lay down to sleep
My life is incredible and perfect and I thank God for giving me such a mother and woman like you.
You taught me how to embrace the swift faces of life like paddling a canoe meticulously
Merry Christmas lovely mum
Christ was born for me
When unexpectedly you answered the call when my strength could no longer hold the handset
You have to good to me and my family and we are so grateful

MISSING YOU

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At twilight, we sneaked

When it rained, we run haphazardly and hopefully in the mud and dumped ourselves in the Onaa River

My breasts stood firm as I walked majestically placing my feet on the rock with both fingers covering pelvic and pubic

He covered my body with plantain branches, offered me coconut juice he stored in the craves and grilled grass cutter thighs

THE MASKED MAN

He talks like a parrot, very eloquent and pleasing to the ears like the sound of a flute but very deceiving like the weather and a package of lies.

His words are twisting and brainy like playing chess, optimistic and convincing like the future.

Just like a dog, he throws up and licks it. Look at him and analyse his promises, as dry and empty as an abandoned dessert.

He smells your vulnerability, bites and sucks it like a vampire leaving you to die. Interestingly he ambitiously tricks you to deport your family.

Just like a lizard excretes black and white feces, consider him as the magic man: everything he gives has a price.

ABOUT LAST NIGHT

My hands were tied in chains coiled around a pillar

My left eye was gushed out; dark thick red blood flowed like honey

My right, however, managed to cry real tears,

I was completely naked; the guard was titillated, went for an abandoned stool and sat right in front of me.

He stared directly into my eyes for some minutes….

He held my nipples and twisted them as though he were casting a dice.

And gradually grabbed my tits, as is he was receiving a Grammy.

IN A MINUTE

The phone rang and my heart beats increased

The once cheerful voice I loved to listened everyday stammered

The thoughts were crumbled, entangled and I shivered

The soulless shadow moved fast, bidding good bye, re echoing over and over to my troubled ears

The wind whirled when I peeped through the windows

Holding the handset, I gasped; fear and sorrow embraced me as if at the sight of a roaring lion

Sweat gradually dripping to my feet.

STRUGGLING TO MAKE ENDS MEET

aksarthur has gone a step further and takes a look at mothers who are struggling to make ends meet. Fauzia a mother of three
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I LOVE YOU

The world always dreams of making life easy, fun and peaceful.
Despite all the grace and pleasures that life has given me, I look skeletal
I pray, fast and sleep in pool of tears, gasping in anticipation for your coming.
You appeared like the rainbow yet you came to stay with a heart as big as Mountain Everest
So caring, so loving, so meticulous of the little details I ignore in my endeavors

STEP UP

They turn, sigh and deliberately comment, “Why are you still living’’?

You belong to the monster’s fraternity, you are a disgrace.

They cast you adrift; keep you in the pin-hole camera.

Our decision is final, who cares what you think.

Don’t let their words and actions berate you.

Self pity, anger and hatred churn on your personality

You clench your teeth so hard to shatter them

Twiddling your thumb waiting for liberation

You wear your situation as corsage; they feed on your weakness.

Don’t let them wipe your existence

Just let it go, embrace yourself as tree planted near a river

Every situation is a test to empower you for the next step

Success is a mixture of preparation and luck

Never scratch the surface of life, delve into it

Make them bite their nails at your success as if you are running in an Olympics relay final

Live your life as an exemplary life worthy of emulation. 

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