UnTitLeD RanTs Dear Diary, It is past 11 am. The brood is snoring away in the next room thanks to sleeping at 3 in the morning. As usual. The environment is wide awake after a night of restricted movements. Yes. Madam Rona is doing her third round on this edge of the black soil. Men are felling like the trees they have continually preyed on. The rich might have overtaken the health sector but the grim reaper seems unimpressed so he's taking enough of them too. A slice of…
Poetry Has Accepted Me Back :D For months now, I haven't been able to write poetry. These two pieces though imperfect and probably not properly edited are my guide back to my world. Please take these two as they are... :) *The Forbidden Fruit* I have held you close for a while The glow of your smile Has been stuck on my tormented mind Are you still my find? You brownskin girl I wonder Or do you belong to the soul Who currently holds your hand Along this life's busy streets?…
Cold Daydreams & Warm Nightmares If, before the morning fog lifted We found each other In each other's arms, the sun would Bear witness to the intensity Your unfiltered love reawakened Here; this consuming fire that keeps Leaking from my forgotten shrines Comes fueled by a passion so divine It has chosen to be caged Only to be freed onto your burning skin. There would be some tender soft kisses In between the shy yearning looks, looking To strike a balance Amidst the raging…
Rite of Passage For My Youngest I am holding this brochure from a locally well-known faith based organisation asking me to give them $100 and my fourteen year old son accompanied with a few essentials for two weeks and they are promising to bring him back as a man. Honestly, I digress. I mean who can turn a young boy into a man within two weeks of him getting circumcised and systematically covering ten largely irrelevant topics that have nothing to do with him as a man but…
Wholesomeness Amidst Pain Dear Diary, The skies are tearing softly to in an attempt to cleanse my side of the world. There is quiet here. And that says a lot. It is never quite here. The present brood are sleeping away their tiredness in the next room and the youngest is away to face the knife tonight. To be a man they say. He must pay homage to his forefathers, they insist. And being that I have to let them, I did. But. There might be quite but calm is unheard of here.…
Reoccurring Daydream Usually when the sun goes down And darkness can be seen blanketing The earth and her inhabitants I sit by my bedroom window Watching the silver shine conquer the yonder As the starry sparkle Join in the nightly sky worship And I can't help Getting consumed by thoughts of you While being haunted By that disarming smile of yours. This skin of mine tingles Like it has a mind of its own Itching to feel your fingers caressing Every inch of where it spreads…
Rain's Magic Listen in, to the hum Of the soft winds Sweeping across barren land Carrying rain Like a secret that belongs To the mountain tops. The fire crackles softly As her embers Choose to raise to meet their Death mid air. Thunders roar madly At the sight of the tearing skies In an attempt To reclaim their voice Before lightning strikes. The earth drinks in A wet silence Taking in the rhythmic pounding And the weight of Hurried panicked feet Rushing home. Boots fight…
Staying Grounded Dear Diary, The sun is slowly dissolving the morning cold and the day looks like it will be warmer than yesterday. A dark cloud has been residing here temporarily and my mind is scattered. This piece is an attempt at channeling it productively. I have seen better days but I am currently banking on these tough times to help me with ideas on how to tackle the coming ones. From my emotional state to the shallows of my pockets, I am always fighting the…
The Recent Rite of Passage #TheAftermath This post stems from the disorientation I have undergone for ten days after the recent rite of passage for my youngest. https://read.cash/@Blackween/the-recent-rite-of-passage-theaftermath-dfaadfad After half heartedly taking my fourteen year old son through an old practice to please our ancestors, yesterday, he was brought back home. It had been ten days of nothing but unexplainable fatigue. I am sure I felt like there were cutting…
Of Long Nights The night seeps through the cracks of my mother's hut and the tin lamp light dances with the cold breeze as my fear peers into the blackened yard to find the monsters stuck harmoniously in my head. Crickets sing collectively when darkness sweeps the earth and scattered in the wind are floating fireflies reminding me that I am a moonchild regardless of the blood dangling from the tips of my hands. The mind races as does the blood pump in my chest unresolved…
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