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A limping leaf waiting for rain

At first the sun rose in her eyes
she was a nymph in fairyland
the sun has been plucked out of her eyes
to her, beauty is dirt and pain mixed together
why can’t alkaline and water make her clean
or a bottle of aspirin would exorcise her pain?
maybe if she drank Holy water
or prayed in tongues, eyes would be opened
to see how messed up she is and redeemed
she might as well be a modern day female version of Isaac
who followed Abraham to the mountains for a sacrifice
with no knowledge of being the sacrifice, holy or unholy
she wants to feel loved and love
know and understand love for what it is and should be
but her horns are trapped in the bushes of her past
so she can’t ram down this wall of low self esteem
at 5 she loved the choruses of laughter he drew
from her soul as his fingers strummed her body with tickles
at 26 she quivers at the imaginations of how many times her innocence
was stolen with those same 10 fingers between 8 and 12
he told her, she brings him sunshine
but what sun casts dark clouds and sheds rains when it shines
now she is a living grave,
with no window or door to escape this entrapment of unworthiness
she fears the darkness but has no courage to turn on her light
she is a limp leaf waiting for rain

To love is to live
to love and be loved is to live fully
he is a star with his twinkle fading
his notion of love and trust is constipated
he believes being indifferent to love shown him is the norm
he is a sheep in wolf’s clothing
they say it is a phase
but the demons he faces are buried deep
in the marrows of his bones of his soul
that bleeds out his buried pain
calm on the outside
but broken like the walls of Jericho on the inside
every man must carry his cross they say
but how many crosses can one man bear?
he looks whole but is torn in pieces
like the garment of the savior shredded at Golgotha
is not the new creation he must be?
does what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
apply to a living dead?
at 6, her arms was the fortress he ran to
when nightmares came seeping into his pleasant dreams
at 29, he repels love from any woman as though it is a plague
because at 8 he was trapped by a living monster he thought was his refuge
she told him he was a man
her man under the cover of the night or when they were alone
but he was just a boy
now he is a living grave,
with no window or door to escape this entrapment of unworthiness
he fears the darkness but has no courage to turn on her light
he is a limp leaf waiting for rain

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Posted by on August 23, 2018 in Poems

 

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Finding Kuukua (6)

Finding Kuukua (6)

Musa was sitting at a table with some friends and ladies and was passively involved in the conversation happening around the table. Most often than not, he was the one who had ribs cracking at his feast of jokes and sarcasm but he was so lost in his thoughts that even google map wouldn’t be able to help him find where he was for his mind wandered as though it was a lost hunter who was trying to find his bearing but the math just didn’t add up. He had not felt strongly attracted to a woman the way he felt about Kuukua. What he felt for her was so deep that he found himself praying for her more than he did for himself. For two straight days he caught himself day dreaming about her and all the magical things he could or would do to her. His mind could trace the curve of her smile and he was sure if an examination was set on her figure he would pass with distinction. He murmured her name softly and gently as the first taste of fresh palmwine on the tongue early in the morning with a tingle that sent a ‘lorgorligi’ sensation down the spine. Just then she walked in. Even in her black dress she glowed like a thousand stars lined up at the door. From where she was standing, he could taste her on his tongue and his sense of smell of her was sharper than that of a grey hound. Indeed they say whatever will kill you will come as an appetite and this was one lady he was willing to die for but he needed to stay clear of her because he definitely knew Muniru was interested in her as our colonial masters were interested in our gold when the set their foot on our shores.

Kuukua walked straight to the bar and ordered for two shot of tequila and gulped them down in record time and smile at the waiter as she sucked on the lemon that accompanied the drinks. Just then the DJ started playing one of her Lauryn Hill favorites and she danced beautifully in her chair that just like the lyrics of the song people just couldn’t take their eyes off her. It was as though a spot light had been placed on her and she was stuck center stage performing for them. If she had done this dance before King Herod he would have given her his head on a gold platter rather that John which he offered to his daughter

When she finally moved to the dance floor it was a though she was dance itself. Her dance moves were as smooth as a baby’s buttocks and of a celestial beauty that had mouths wide open like pot holes on the roads of Ghana. He body moved like the gentle waves of a calm sea caressing Attaa Nii’s canoe whetting the appetite of his ego for a big catch. With her eyes closed she immersed herself in the melody of the song and just allowed the rhythm to lead her in the dance then she sensed a piercing look in her direction like the arrow shot from Atinga the gateman’s bow hitting a bull’s eye. She opened her eyes gently as scanned the dimly lit room for any familiar face and there he was. Like a god at a banquet with her being the main entertainment attraction. She could feel the passion in his look and she was ready to let him have it just the way she had been dreaming about it. The DJ was on his fifth track now and it was a slow jam. She wished he would walk to the dance floor and ask for a dance but she knew he wouldn’t instead he turned away and started talking to a beautiful girl beside him. Disappointed she was making her way off the dance floor when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and realized it was the guy who winked at her when she was the bar. He leaned towards her ears and said

“Let’s dance”

Kuukua smiled sheepishly at him as he led her to the dance floor and there they became one soul. The dance floor was cleared so they could have space to themselves. They danced so perfectly like the tapestry woven by a master kente weaver that some of the spectators began to have mental orgasms amidst the cheers and applause. Having had enough, Kuukua decided to go have a rest but the gentle man would just not let go of her. He went as far as suggesting that they continue the dance at his place in his bed that when Kuukua declined, he tag firmly to her arm that it hurt. Kuukua tried to push him off but her actions just gingered him on.

“Stop playing hard to get Lady, We both know you want me as I want you.” He screamed at her as he pulled her by the arm towards the exit with Kuukua fighting back like a goat being led to the slaughter house.

The next thing people saw was the gentleman lying and Musa beating the hell out of him like an angry Bukom man who caught his arch enemy stealing his last piece of fish from his pot. It took four strong men to pull Musa off the guy and when the even got him off he was still kicking wildly at the bleeding guy on the floor. All this while Kuukua in shock stood a few feet away from where the beating was taking place crying and screaming at Musa to stop. Outside Musa was still boiling inside like a pot of yam in light soup on fire. He wanted to tear the foolish guy to shreds and didn’t care if he went to jail defending Kuukua. The he dawn on him that he had not even checked to see whether she was okay before he stormed out of the club when he was pulled off the idiot. He walked toward the entrance and there was Kuukua, obviously still shaken from the incident. He stretched his hand towards her, she took hold of it and the both walked towards the car park.  At the car park he took her car key from her and asked her to go sit in the passenger seat and after making sure she was secured, he started the engine and drove off to her house. The journey was as silent as the conversation between kindred spirits in the cemetery. When they we finally at Kuukua’s place, Musa got down form the car and went to open the door for her. He held out his hand for her to hold onto as she alighted from the car. Then he brushed the hair off her forehead making her knee wobble. She held him by the shoulder and looked into his eyes. She could hear his heartbeat sing to the instrumentals of his breath. Her blood boiled with passion as he looked down at her and without thinking she kissed him on the lips gently at first, savoring the taste of his plump dark chocolate lip and strongly

Her lips tasted like none he had kissed before. Her tongue melted all his worries and anger but he needed to stop this before the fire turned really hot and burnt the two of them. He needed to break off because he had lost his breath and believed an asthma attack was about to happen. Just then a car drove past the gate creating the window opportunity for Musa break free from the kiss. Without saying a word he walked away without leaving Kukua to wonder whether she had offended him or not.

Muniru could not believe his eyes, here was the lady he wanted to himself kissing his brother. He suspected that something of this sort was going to happen immediately he received the phone call from his spy about what had transpired at the club. Jeez! He needed to act fast and super fast if he really wanted to have Kuukua all to himself.

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2013 in Fiction

 

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