Dear partner, you’ve got an exquisite soul,
You are worth much more than you allow yourself to know
There’s something you’re brewing, but scared to show,
Heights you have to reach, but scared to grow.
what makes you think you know so much about me,
You’re merely a voice in me, a lifeless being,
All you can observe is my inward ability
Don’t you have any idea how the strength abates in me.
I’m more than you think, though lifeless I seem
The presure outside is no match for what you bear within
You shouldn’t abolish your foremost belief,
And please remember, we’re together in this.
Please spare me the stories, where the hell have you been
At those times when committing suicide was all I could think
When the pain inside got to the brink,
Parasite, where have you been?
I shared your pains, every single one felt
If that isn’t true you’d probably be dead,
We survived it even when t’was too much to bear,
Don’t you see reasons why you shouldn’t give it up here.
I discovered you at that moment, I gave it all up
You’re late, though you claim to have known for long
I wish I had a choice, I’d rather be unborn,
But you’re late anyway, ’cause I’m dead, I’m gone.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf
While I sat alone watching the world revolve,
At the roadside every night when lovers would walk
In pairs holding hands and having long talks,
all I ever had was your silent stalks.
While we watch car owners perform nocturnal rites
A race towards home, To their partners’ arms,
All I needed from you was a playful bite,
Your head on my shoulder and your paws in my palm.
While the street light stares down at us in pity
So the darkness around us never went in,
Your mane was all I ever wanted to feel
It was the only sedative that could make me peacefully sleep.
Your death threw me into a pit of remorse,
I’m left alone, even worse than I was,
the roadside remains a place dread, now that you’ve gone
Goodnight Bruno, my beloved Dog
Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf
I am still reeling from the shock as the car speeds along the busy expressway, he hasn’t glanced at me once ever since the car moved in motion. The car begins to slow down as traffic looms ahead. He mutters in anger, while I desperately will him to look at me and pray I don’t start crying.
“This is your fault, you know” he says, as the car halts and is put into neutral, along with other commercial and private cars in traffic. I couldn’t believe the words that has just left his mouth, nor his nonchalant attitude towards his earlier assault.
“Lanre,” I call out, anger lacing my voice. He has his attention concentrated on his iPad, typing away and ignoring me. The traffic begins to move swiftly, he drops the iPad on the dashboard, put the car into drive and eased out of traffic.
I look away from him and relax into my seat when I realized that the apology I have been expecting wouldn’t be forthcoming. I sigh deeply and place my hand protectively over my stomach-housed unborn baby…what kind of home would I be bringing my child into?
We arrive at my place of work, without having a conversation of any kind all through the drive. I take a glance at him one last time before getting out of the car. He stares straight ahead, a frown marring his forehead. I close the car door harder than I intended and walk away without a backward glance.
I feel queasy and I know the incident earlier is responsible for my queasiness. I get to my office, hurry to my seat behind my desk and gladly sink into the cushioned seat. I close my eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
I realize I should never have married him… oh! The shame had made me cave into marriage with him. I had promised myself that I was going to get married to first man I would have any sexual relationship with, no matter what. Although, this isn’t the picture I had painted about my marriage.
What would I do now? He has become unpredictable and violent. I am scared for myself and unborn child. Who do I turn to for help? A knock at the door brings me out of my reverie. I quickly switch on my desktop before answering “come in.”
The Branch Manager of the company walked into my office. Closing the door behind her, she stood by the door staring at me.
“Good morning,” I greet cheerfully. The elderly woman gives me a wan smile and walks slowly to my desk. I start to rise, but she stills my effort by shaking her head. She remains quiet for a while and fear starts to claw its way through my gut when she says,
“I am so sorry,”
I blink in amidst confusion and fear… fear that I may be about to lose my job.
I close my eyes in resignation, and lean back into my seat. I wait for her to deliver the fatal blow that would take me away from the career and company I love.
I didn’t wait for long when she says,
“There has been an accident.”
#Chronicles of an abused wife.
#Written by Mercy Okusun
Life pierces my soul with questions that need no answers
When smiles go sour around the edges…It is time to read reason’s pages.
Is it to be spilled like rain water,this thing they call blood??
Life doesn’t give tutorials, Everyday is a core course…Her session is always running; cycle
Hide me somewhere in-between the tree and its bark…Find me a seat between the living and the dead.
I need that ‘getaway car’ to flee my pain…When the grave is the hotel,the bill is on the earth.
When Agony calls by..Happiness goes for a sleep-over
When life becomes too expensive,we long for her brother.
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius
Here’s a little something I toyed with today as boredom took the centre stage in my area. Call it my poetic origin story.
This is how it began…
I sat amidst my ‘peers’ in that realm where bodies need no flesh when the roll call summoned me.
The world of men needed me and ‘me’…It was my time (our time) so we undertook the journey to transform anguish into cheers.
The journey twice as tough, ask my mother…When pangs shot through her womb, the world knew it.
I was never one but two. Bringing twice the thunder, twice the joy as I had learnt the ofo alabarameji (twin corpus).
Held me up to the sun, my shadow refused to stretch…Naming me was a saga.
How do you name a tiger that roars like a Lion?
A fish that moves like a dragonfly?
A bird that combs the skies like a celestial dragon?
I sat in the golden evening sun and ripped out my placenta as I announced my arrival with a baby roar and a wimp and then the world knew I was more than one.
I sat with the elusive spirits and sought counsel, he flew on the wings of nothingness only to land in the abode of fruition and conquer a world he was yet to behold.
I hunted the Phoenix just to pick my teeth with her feathers…I am not one for I am two, a two-fold persona.
I kissed the world and she surrendered in my arms for I had the strength of two.
And when I am no more, having fulfilled my days I will transcend this mortal realm and split my soul in two to sit among the stars and shine twice as bright for I was always two, never one.
I am Oladimeji.
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.
Episode 3Four days later
Staring at my reflection in the full length dressing mirror, I smile sheepishly. Oh! What a wonderful morning, a morning that has indeed come with joy.
My eyes rove over my reflection in the mirror and I have to admit I love what I see.
The night I told him about the pregnancy was an emotional night. He stared at me in shock when I first broke the news to him, he didn’t blink nor utter any word, the next instant he burst into tears and knelt before me.
I was flagger basted, that obviously wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. He wrapped his arms around my waist and apologized earnestly. I couldn’t resist asking him the question that has been on my mind since that awful night.
Why did you rape me? I asked him He bowed his head in shame and couldn’t meet my eyes…he was quiet for a while that I thought he had fallen asleep. He gave a shuddery sigh before speaking, without looking at me.
“I know you won’t believe me but I have never raped a lady before” he began, in his accent that I love so much. “I don’t know what came over me that night and I just knew I had to make you mine.” He finished.
“Remember when you told me that the only man to sleep with you would be your husband?” he asked me, I nodded slowly, I didn’t think he would remember the conversation we had in our early relationship days.
“I was scared you would turn me down when I ask you to marry me” he said softly, I placed my left hand on his shoulder, willing him to look at me. “I want this baby, Deola” he said, I smiled when I heard his pronunciation of my name, Di-oh-la. He kissed my stomach and I couldn’t help but feel touched.
Staring at my reflection while I recall that night, made me smile. There has been in a change in him after that night, he has become the man I fell in love with. Oh! I feel like his wife now.
He has been attentive to me, even taking time out of his busy schedule to have lunch with me at my office. Last night, he confided that he hopes the baby is a girl, a baby girl that would look just like me. I giggled at his flattery.
Our marriage really began after that night…I smiled as I turned away from the mirror and walked across the room to turn off the air conditioner.
I heard the blast of the car honk and exclaimed. He had been waiting for me in the car. I hurriedly turned off the light switch, picked up my hand bag and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I realized the rain was drizzling as soon as I walked out the front door, I walked hurriedly to the car park and got into his car. He turned his attention away from his iPad and gave me a cold stare. I smiled in return, hoping to ease the tension.
It all happened in a daze, he lifted his left hand and gave me a slap across my cheek.
I stared at him in shock, ‘You kept me waiting’ was all he said, before he reversed out of the car park and drove out of the gate.
Written by: Okusun Mercy
The words: beauty and beautiful are no strange words to the human race, I mean they’ve been used since as far back as man came into existence.
Remember when God looked at all he had made and said everything was beautiful? Yeah you do. I really don’t have issues with the word itself but the way it’s being used nowadays is quite interesting.
I want you to look around you as you read and see how many people are beautiful, its hard to really judge right? You probably wanna know why? Well its because the word has no essence on it’s own.
I mean it’s defined along theborders of various yardsticks, most of which are irredeemably subjective. Let me refresh your memory a little bit.
You must have heard, times without number, this cliché ” beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Alright, here’s the thing, when a guy comes over and tells you “you are beautiful”, how do you know that you and him use the word the same way? Think about it.
According to Ludwig Wittgenstein in his work(scholarly paper) “The Language Game”, where he argues that language is like a game whose rules one must master before effective use can be achieved, the real meaning of a word is in the mind of its user, (there we go) so the problem of definition is engendered right there.
I once stumbled on a poem that reads ” you are beautiful as the stars in heaven” (Really?) Okay, but we need to analyse this. I know, I know what you are about to say ” it’s a poem”, “nature is beautiful”, (long face activated) bla bla bla.
I get that but what if the reader is not a fan of stars, what if it’s tornado instead that appeals to him or her that would mean that they (writer & reader)are not on the same wave-length.
Let’s consider another vantage point on the same issue. Life is marked by time (think of centuries) and each period (generation) has it’s own ideology that shapes it’s world view.
The way fashion in the 16th and 18th centuries is different from what is obtainable in the 21st century. So also, the way beauty was defined back then is not the way we see it now.
These concepts are in a constant state of flux. There was a time when the whole tall dark and handsome (TDH fever) gripped ladies and it was chick for them. At a time it was all about abs (Six pack fever).
These yardsticks have been used by women as a standard for judging men. There was a time when BBW (big bold nd beautiful) was chick though but in this current dispensation, two kinds of women really get a man’s attention; the slim ones and the thick ones. So tell me, is the word beautiful still one and the same??
The quest of finding the meaning and true essence of a word can be an herculean task, so often times than not, we stick with assumptions borne out of ideologies, as strong as the Empire State building, that have guided our lives from the outset.
I’m no expert but trust me, next time someone uses the word on you, you won’t too eager to blush.
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.