LATELY!

Lately,  I lose track of time, staring at moving clouds,

waking up famished in places cold.

 

Lately, a voice mocks me from within,

a voice as spooky as a murderer's ghost in a haunted house. 

Lately, I wake countless times before the morning comes,

and I forget the good dreams.

Lately, all the songs have become boring,

their lyrics make no sense,

yet the silence is more terrifying.

 

Lately, I engage in useless brawls,

punching first and punching weak,

as one with a longstanding death wish.

Lately, I go on pattern-less runs,

 trying to forget something I cannot remember. 

Lately, I have no admiration for the man in the mirror,

his smiles are fake,

and his demeanor reeks of delirium.

And I must confess; 

lately, I'm not as strong as I was,

 when it used to be you and I against the world!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

If wishes could come into being by a snap of my fingers,
I would throw a feast for my mother on the face of still waters.
If I could whisper the stars to draw nearer,
I will task them to surround these waters.
And I will call upon all the nobles,
to bear me witness;
As I show my appreciation to the Queen of my world.

If I could tie down the hands of time, 
The celebration will be eternal. 
The celebration of a life well lived;
The celebration of true motherhood. 
The womb that kept me.
The breast that fed.
The hands that nurtured me.
The embrace that dried my tears.
The kiss that soothed me.
The voice that said 'I'm here, you need not worry!'

A million tongues to sing, 
Of how deep my love for you is.
Extending from the deep blue skies, 
To the floor of the deepest oceans. 
Yet it cannot be compared,
To half of your love shown to me.
Today, I say thank you,
To the God who made you;
Who made you just for me.
I couldn't have asked for more
And now I boldly declare, 
There's no mother like mine!

EMERGENCY ROOM!

She walked out of the emergency room trying to come to terms with reality. A few steps away and it really dawned on her. She went slowly unto the floor in her pretty white dress. The next moment, she caught everyone's attention with her unending deafening wailing. Began with shouts of Ah! Ah! Ah! Akwasi! Then she laid on her back, looked into the skies and started the one way conversation;

"why God?  We had a deal God! and I've kept my part. Why have you forsaken me? Why? This wasn't what you promised. Why have you taken everything from me? God why? Take me too Lord, for I have nothing to live for".  

Her eyes, noses, mouth were all filled with their various fluids. She turned back facing the ground and began striking the hard floor with her right palm. You could literally see blood ooze out her fingers. At this stage, all the pain is inside the heart. The whole body had gone numb and everyone is just helplessly staring. 

For a while, onlookers had come to the realization that they really have no problems at all. The young lady's white dress had turned scarlet and her display had frozen time all around her. People tried to lift her up but her weight had multiplied. Perhaps, all the men had grown weak.

She suddenly turned and faced the heavens again. This time she was just sobbing silently. It was like God was finally whispering the answers she had asked earlier. All we could hear was inconsistent humming. From the crowd gathered, I could see tears run down the cheeks of some observers but I tried to hold back mine. 

The young lady turned to one of the men trying to lift her up and said "Akwasi na ad3n? For better for worse oo, anka lose your job mpo and let us stay poor. Till death do us part was a mere formality oo Akwasi. Na 6 months de3, how do I carry on? Akwasi, how do I name our child?" 

That was when we all noticed she was pregnant. It was a sunny afternoon but suddenly, thick clouds filled the whole atmosphere. Another lady standing by me abruptly dropped her yogurt and pie. Apparently, she was also a newly married lady who's husband was battling it in the ER. She caught shivers with immediate effect, coming to terms with what, hopefully not, but could possibly be her story if things go south.  

I wish I could tell you more, but I couldn't stand the awe. I had to walk away like many others, wondering if these worries in life over petty stuff were really worth it. 

And for days, I still have that scene replaying in my head like a movie.

I love you all and I entreat everyone to search their hearts and rid them free of any envy, hatred or grudge. One day, life will come to an abrupt end all these races for supremacy won't matter one bit!

Love life and stay safe!

LADY IN RED!

Brightly colored tulips.

Bleeding red roses.

White pigeons in flying choreography. 

Choristers in golden robes,

singing with voices beyond angels.

Diamond rings and chariots.

Red handwoven gown sweeping floors.

Groom cannot believe his eyes.

A wedding in December;

A Christmas honeymoon. 

Just the way they had dreamt.

Yet the man who painted the dream,

pitifully perching on the last pew.

How is he not in a tuxedo? 

Why is he not walking down the aisle?

How did he become a face in the crowd?

His lips shook as she read her vows. 

He knows it word for word.

Yeah! It's his own piece. 

He wrote it on her last birthday;

The day she broke the news to him.

"I'm getting married,

 I cannot keep up with the fantasy,

 I'm settling with someone else"

Everyone is merry;

Everyone but one man.

A man who watched his dream come to pass,

Yet no one noticed his presence.

 

His role was snatched in broad daylight. 

And all he had were his daddy's words,

whispered to him when he was a boy;

Son, sometimes the lady in red will dance with someone else!