Uzoamaka
There is something scary about life, something disheartening about life, something exhausting about life. That thing sends chills down one’s spine, it causes the anger or happiness that was once in one’s body to suddenly dissipate, it leaves goosebumps on one’s skin and makes one still for a long time…
October, 2020
The waves continue, anger, sadness, anger
Momentarily imperceptible but lingering stabs of pain
It hurts all over, under, inside, around
We bend so far our backs almost break
We negotiate with pain till it’s all too much to bear
We raise our heads just a little but even that is too much
The wickedness of the wicked seeks to suppress
Cutting off raised heads, reminding us of “our place”
BUT we have a voice, we’ve heard it, the loud rumble of unity…
14 Days At The Toll Gate
We all watched in awe; the silence of the Commander-In-Chief echoed through our television sets as he adeptly failed to address the humongous elephant standing in the center of the room. It felt as though the cumulative incidences we witnessed and experienced were just figments of our imagination.
